Witcher's Atelier

In the evening, the two brave warriors, the bard and the witcher, were walking on the road to the deserted village.

Along the way, it was just like what I had said to Lambert a few years ago. At the beginning of the war, the brave warriors under Kaedwin Henselt had ravaged the north of Vergen and made it uninhabited.

Dandelion, carrying a lute, wore a crimson satin top and slim trousers, a feather-decorated peaked cap, and with his extraordinary appearance, he looked as handsome as all of you readers.

There were two trees on the side of the road, one was a lemon tree, and the other was also a lemon tree.

And Victor still put on the Undvik armor, this full-body heavy armor from the Skellige Islands, equipped with excellent void properties, accompanied the witcher to fight in various countries. After passing through Temeria, Toussaint, and now coming to Aedirn, it can almost be said to be his second skin.

The armor leaves rustled as they walked. "Hey, that hymn just now was actually pretty good. Are you going to transform into a spokesperson for the palace propaganda?"

"Vergen is not a palace, and it is not a eulogy. Do you know how much I like it here? People follow Saskia because they want to, not because they have to or should do so. Staying here, can't you feel her charm?" The bard's voice was warm and mellow.

"You have a tendency to jump from one extreme to another. Not long ago, you kept your distance from non-human races, but now you speak like a 'non-human race lover'."

"And you have a tendency to sneer at any ideal, even the noblest. You should try to believe that mutual understanding between non-human races and humans is possible."

"I try to analyze this world rationally and without emotion."

"Ha! Will you stand against Saskia? Don't be ridiculous, you will join Vergen, won't you?"

Victor shook his head. He recognized the amazing charm of the Saint of Aedirn. Although the total time they spent together so far was less than forty-eight hours, and he had not even met King Henselt of the other side, he did help Saskia to the best of his ability.

"Although there are many other factors, you are right in the end. I stand on Vergen's side."

"You don't want to admit it? Okay, but this is the fact. Vergen is not someone you can just leave alone."

"I still have to make sure that this woman named Vergen will not drag me to hell in the end."

Although the ideals of the Saint of Aedirn are very beautiful, in the young man's previous life memory, there seems to be no such free country of Saskia, and there are no dragon slayers active... Maybe their prospects are not very good.

"Let me guess if I understand what you mean: kiss my right cheek, kiss my left cheek, but don't kiss my ass. (meaning want to get on the bus but don't want to buy a ticket)"

"I'm just prepared for the worst at any time. The world is about to fall, and even if Henselt can be defeated, I still doubt how long the Free Kingdom of Saskia can survive. Of course, you can continue with the stupid and romantic enthusiasm in your eyes, but I suspect that sooner or later I will have to pull your ass out of a quagmire."

"Oh, who needs your help! There are many humans, dwarves, and even elves here who will follow me through fire and water."

"I hope you are right."

Dandelion shrugged his shoulders, "Everyone here has become united, even Iorveth has changed a lot. Of course, except you. The hard-hearted Duwakin, he insists on using rationality to analyze this emotional world."

"Hey! I like this irony, but I would rather keep my rationality until I can't bear it anymore."

"But I am really surprised that Saskia is not using, but Sincerely accept Iorveth. "

"There's nothing strange about it. You have to be sincere. The Spirit of Vengeance is not a fool. He was deceived by Emperor Emhyr and Francesca once. Empty promises will not succeed.

For the Scoia'tael, this opportunity given by the Dragon Slayer is even more important. If Iorveth makes good use of it, at least he can lead the elves out of the caves where they have lived for several years. If he acts properly, he may even have a chance to win the respect of everyone. People will only remember what they want to remember. "

"... I think you are right. The free country of Pontar Valley can turn Iorveth from a bandit into a knight. "

"Good people do a bad thing, and thousands of people blame them. Bad people do a good thing, and the world is moved. So in this battle of Upper Aedirn, he must be Vergen's most steadfast ally. "

"Intellectually, I admit that what you said is right, but I still believe that there are more emotional factors involved. "

Victor did not respond, but stretched out his hand to block Dandelion, and the two stopped in front of the ruins.

The wolf badge trembled slightly, very slowly, but it was indeed trembling.

"Are we here yet? I can't wait to meet our monster beauty!"

"Don't be too happy too soon, her beauty has caused the deaths of several men."

"Wait... Several men died tragically, and you're telling me this now!?"

"I thought you knew. Besides, as my best friend Dandelion said, 'Sooner or later we will die because of something!' I think he's right."

The bard was a little flustered, "That's exaggeration... exaggeration, you must know 'exaggeration', poetry... Can the poet's words be taken seriously?"

"I thought you were 'plain description'." Victor smiled very charmingly, "Don't be afraid, you will die eventually, but not today, I will hide beside you and take good care of you the whole time.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you don't want to rush in as soon as she waves or calls. We want to lure the other party out rather than letting the other party lure her in. "

Dandelion coughed lightly, "I usually don't resist a woman's flirting... but I will try my best this time."

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Hiding in the corner of the ruins, Victor held his breath.

And Dandelion, the most handsome and elegant bard in the north - just as handsome as you readers, took a few steps forward to approach the ruins and took off the lute from his back.

Although he was still a little worried, he absolutely trusted the witcher's promise.

"Hey...then...how should we start?..."

As he plucked the strings casually, the melodious sound reached his ears, Victor admitted that Dandelion was indeed having second thoughts.

"If our bodies could compose a song... we would appreciate each other's strengths, mine and yours... I would caress your cheeks while you play with my nose... or take small sips of it?

No...no, this won't work. "Rejecting this version, the bard claps his drums and starts again.

"If you wish, my love, lie beside me... we will appreciate each other's strengths, mine and yours... I will caress your cheeks while you play with my nose... or hold my other parts. , and then leave me satisfied?

Hahahahaha, uh... no... that's not right. Dandelion burst into laughter.

Victor in the dark had nothing to say. This guy's nature is easy to change, and at the end of the song he actually turned into a pornographic poem.

"If our bodies could compose a song...my heart would like to ask your graceful and delicate hands...if they hold it tenderly, like a rose...or taste it in small sips?"

The witcher behind the wall rolled his eyes,... Very good, the old bastard has completely let himself go. If this extremely obscene poem succeeds, I will swallow my silver sword!

"Handsome guy...who are you?"

The voice that suddenly echoed in the ruins was lazy and sweet, delicate and provocative.

Victor stared silently at the frost on his hand.

Dandelion took a step forward, letting the moonlight shine on his beautiful face, "I am a poet, madam. I come to praise your beauty that does not belong to the world, and I hope you are willing to show me all your beauty."

In the center of the ruins, a "Kah!" sound sounded softly, and a secret door leading to the underground was opened, and then a smooth and tight arm came out and waved gently, with white patterns painted on it.

"What a dashing man! I will show you all my beauty. Not just your eyes, you will feel me with all your senses.

It gave me pleasure to have my lovers write poems extolling my virtues, but I had never had a real poet recite them to me.

Lovely poet, I'm so empty...come and fill me up, and let's start a wonderful adventure in life together..." After saying that, the hand curled back to the ground.

Is it true that the terrifying Night Stalker is down there? At this moment, Dandelion had no fear in his heart. He actually wanted to stride forward and break into the Devil's Cave.

It can be said that at this moment he is not alone. As a brave representative of Sebatch, he is not alone! Sanji, Chengge, and Ximen Daguanren are possessed by their souls at this moment. He represents the glorious tradition of the endless universe!

But after all, he had something to say first, so the bard stayed where he was and pointed to the witcher who came out of the shelter, "That should be her secret lair."

Staring at the secret door, Victor retracted his silver sword and patted his palms, "Good job. To be honest, I didn't expect it to be so easy. Maybe you need a glass of vodka now. There are a few gold coins here. I will handle the rest. You You can go back first.”

"No! I don't want vodka. I haven't seen a real succubus yet! Don't make me feel like an old pimp. At least you have to let me look at her appearance!" That white and smooth arm , giving him infinite courage, of course, this is also because there is a witcher sitting next to him.

Victor didn't have any objections to Dandelion's request. The probability of an accident was low. Moreover, with his hand holding the sighing frost to protect him, the night devil would definitely not overturn.

In this way, the two of them jumped into the secret door one after another. There was a stone corridor underneath, leading to a bright room not far away. There was a breeze flowing out of it, and it smelled delicious...

Walking into the gorgeous stone room, there are candlesticks, exquisite silver mirrors, bright bookshelves and wardrobes, and tapestries on the walls. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the European-style princess-style double bed with curtains in the center of the room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned around while sitting in front of the mirror, holding her chin up and staring at the witcher with two swords on his back. Her beautiful eyebrows were confused at first, and then her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Ah... are you the Victor of Keldro!? Could it be that you were reciting poems for me just now..."

Gracefully approached, she had sheep horns and reverse-jointed hooves, wild and bright eyes with plump lips, the devil's flesh was painted with beautiful patterns, and only a few rosary beads hung on her body.

What a poor poor kid who can't even afford underwear? Dandelion was so sad that he almost shed "tears" on the spot.

The wonderful visual impact also made Victor take a deep breath, "Uh...ma'am, how do you know my name?"

"Many people have mentioned you these days. I know a lot about you. For example, you are a famous dragonborn poet, and you know how to satisfy women.

Welcome to come... I didn't expect you to bring one more person. Do you like two-on-one? I don't object to that though." She smiled and crossed her arms, acting fiercely, "You know me, I can make a man forget all his worries and fall into pure pleasure. I promise that the witcher will be satisfied as well!"

"Like all the men you murdered?" Although it was a bummer, Victor asked calmly.

She put away her smile, her expression as if she had been greatly insulted, "I didn't murder anyone! All those who come to see me... will only experience mysterious pleasure."

"Beautiful female night demon, I don't think I need to tell you that the bodies of young people often appear nearby."

"Wise witcher, I don't think I need to tell you that I like their energetic essence, and the bodies are of no use to me."

"If it wasn't you, who killed those young people? I believe you know who did it! After all, all the victims are your lovers. "

Facing Victor's sharp accusation, she stretched her limbs lazily, causing Dandelion to bleed from her nose, and her voice was sweet and sad.

"Well, I am a female night demon. I can seduce anyone and indulge in them as long as I want.

Unfortunately, a fool fell hopelessly in love with me. His possessiveness made him unable to accept my nature and chose to kill my lovers. "

"Tell me his name, who is your jealous lover?"

"A handsome elf named Elias who appeared recently. "

Thinking of the assault team leader who carried the corpse yesterday and the various abnormalities on the corpse, Victor's intuition told him that the female night demon was credible.

She continued: "Well... He slaughtered them first, then smashed their bones with stones to make them look like they were attacked by wild beasts. He wanted to mislead others so that others would not dare to come.

But fortunately, you are not a fool. You have a clear mind to understand the whole situation. Can you prove my innocence?"

"...Why should I help you? Witchers never do anything for free." Victor reiterated the basic principle.

"I want men to know that I exchange pleasure for men's essence. But I won't take their lives, that's slandering me. As for the reward," her voice was tender and soft, and her breath was sweet and sweet, "I can give you something better than money..."

Victor touched his nose, "...I will go to talk to that Elias and his superiors, and then I will come back."

"I hope that after that, we can establish a deep friendship." She touched her chest and leaned forward, her drooping posture was full of courage.

Feeling the heat in his nasal cavity, the young man turned around and was about to leave, "Let's go! Dandelion."

The bard's steps did not move, he took off his hat to reveal his handsome face, and his voice was warm and mellow, "Wick, it's like this, I think this respectable lady is trustworthy. And beautiful lady, I want you to know that the one who just recited the poem was actually me, Dandelion, the best bard in the north..."

"──Shikodi, my name is Shikodi. Nice to meet you, little Dandelion, I have heard of your name too. "The female demon's smile was charming.

Seeing that the man was in love with the girl, there was nothing to stop it. Victor scratched his hair, "Promise you to stay if you agree to one thing. Now I'm going to find Lan Xi. Elias may be wandering around, so you are not allowed to leave here before I come back."

Dandelion's chest thumped, "Thank you Wick, I promise on my reputation that I will never leave before you return. In fact, I have several new poems and I want to share them with Ms. Shikodi."

New poems are nonsense! He took out two tubes of energy soup and stuffed them into the arms of the bard, and returned to the ground along the corridor. The witcher closed the door.

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