Witcher's Atelier

It was nearly noon, and everyone in Vergen's round table conference hall toasted to celebrate the passage of the new proposal, which further established the dragon slayer's status as a military commander.

Then the cup fell, and Saint Saskia fell to the ground in pain.

The conference hall was in a panic. Philippa rushed to her side to check anxiously, then looked up at Iorveth, "Someone poisoned her, she is dying... Take her to a safe place and protect her with your life." She. I will prepare the necessary things first and then join you as soon as possible.”

The elf clenched his fist tightly and promised without hesitation, "I will send my best warriors to guard her."

The dwarf Yarpan shouted loudly, "Boys, hurry up! Bring the stretcher over here!"

…

After a while, Victor passed through the crowd of onlookers and rushed to Saskia's residence, surrounded by dozens of elite commando soldiers to protect him. In front of the door were Iorveth, Zoltan and Mayor Cecil who were restless.

Not long after the fight with the female elf ended, the witcher left the cave when he heard the news about Saskia's accident and rushed over without knowing much about the situation.

His eyes swept across the three people in front of the door, and he walked to the elf commander squatting on the stone steps. He patted the other person on the shoulder, "Io, what's going on?"

The elf's face was ferocious, as if he was waiting to choose someone to devour. "At the end of the meeting, Saskia was poisoned and fell down, and Philippa was treating her inside."

Sensing the flow of magic, Victor, who had a preliminary idea, turned to the wooden door and said, "She stopped casting spells."

Wearing a royal blue robe, the sorceress pursed her lips, looking noble and profound.

Seeing Philipba walking out of the house, several people quickly came forward to show concern.

Zoltan asked carelessly: "Madam, is Saskia still alive?"

Seeing who was present from left to right, the sorceress nodded, "There is no problem for now. I will slow down her life function as much as possible to stabilize the spread of the poison."

Iorveth: "Can you recognize what kind of poison it is?"

"Netherworld Element. The more common name is Mage's Pain. This poison can be said to be infamous."

Iorveth shook his fist angrily, "There must be an antidote."

Victor had never heard of this poison, but he could see that the sorceress was confident. "Ms. Erhart, you can cure Saskia, right? How can we help?"

Philippa nodded solemnly, "Your assistance is indispensable. Treatment requires herbs, magic... and blood."

At the end, the witcher's voice was calm, "I guess the blood won't be that of animals or ordinary people."

"Yes, we need the blood of the royal family."

"The blood of the royal family...the king closest to here is on the other side of the Necromantic Mist. And for Henselt to provide it, I think we need the Kingkiller!"

"You misunderstood me. There is no need for the ruling royal family, as long as someone has the blood of the royal family.

The king is a descendant of an ancient dynasty. In order to survive centuries ago, rulers needed outstanding resistance and strength, and because the royal dynasties rarely accepted civilian blood, the power of their blood is still very strong to this day.

I will be utilizing the mechanisms of automedicine, a blood therapy that will ‘teach’ Saskia’s body how to remove these toxins. "

Listening to the explanation clearly, although the sorceress did not explain it specifically, everyone present thought that Vergen had a ready-made royal family, the shit--Prince Stennis, but would he be willing to help the dragon slayer?

The doubtful Iorveth asked: "Blood, do you want her to drink human blood?"

"No, I will inject blood directly into her heart."

Frowning, although he felt that this treatment method was unscientific and that incompatible blood types would kill him on the spot, Victor had learned not to be scientific in the fantasy world.

"Other than blood, what are the herbs you're talking about?"

"We need a variant of purple foxglove that grows underground, what dwarves call mountain sageweed, and an elven memory rose."

Iorveth punched the palm of his hand, "Ah... that's great. Wick has the memory rose. He picked it before leaving the Floating Harbor Forest."

Philippa looked at the witcher with a bright smile on her face, "Well done! The ancient elves who successfully cultivated this kind of rose a long time ago were deeply respected by people. Give me this kind of rose first, and I will use it." Time to refine your preparations.”

Scanning Iorveth's expectant gaze, Zoltan and Cecil's gazes, and finally looking into Philippa's deep pupils, Victor silently took out a memory rose from the herbal bag, put it in the sorceress's hand and spread it out. palm.

"Where can we find mountain sageweed?"

"They grow deep underground, but that won't be a big problem since Vergen sits right on top of the mine."

Iorveth asked, "How can they help Saskia?"

"The pain of the mage will cause great damage to the internal tissues of the body, and the mountain rat grass can assist in recovery." Philippa responded eloquently.

The witcher kept the sorceress's explanations in mind, "Medicine, blood, you seemed to have mentioned magic just now?"

"Yes, Nether is a self-sustaining substance. Any intrusion on the poisoned cell cluster will immediately cause a chain reaction. Once each infected cell is removed, ten new infected cells will be generated.

To interfere with this reaction, I need an extremely powerful source of magic, preferably water or wind elves, or one of the twenty legendary Lord of the Rings..."

Victor blinked, "Mountain rattlesnake, memory rose, royal blood and magic. It sounds like a fairy tale. It's a pity that there is no prince's kiss as the final climax of the plot."

Philippa took a deep breath, "I hope it's a bad fairy tale, because it must have a happy ending. Now I have to maintain the spell of Saskia's life, witcher, can I rely on your help?"

Although I want to go in and observe Saskia's situation, perhaps "Mysterious Alchemy" can solve it, but my personal relationship with the saint is not public, which is not enough for others to agree to let me go, and Philippa Ehart has arranged everything clearly...

"Got it, I'll help. As a member of the glorious nobility, let me talk to Prince Stannis about his blood. Then the mountain sage grass... Zoltan, can you guys handle it?"

Cecil took off his painter's hat embarrassedly, "Sir, there is some bad news about the mine. It was closed not long ago. Now there are ghouls and scavengers everywhere. There are some terrifying vibrations from time to time..."

Zoltan, who was listening, didn't know the actual situation, but it didn't stop him from spitting on the ground, "Old Burden, don't be a coward without a ball. What's a ghoul! I'll ask Yarpan to bring a few people to solve this matter!"

Noticing the mayor's nervous look, Victor felt that it might not be that simple, but since the dwarf had taken it all, questioning it would be an insult to the other party.

Iorveth said fiercely, "In that case, I'll go find the poisoner."

After confirming the division of labor, everyone dispersed.

An elf approached the witcher, "Sir, Lieutenant Lanxi asked me to bring you a message - justice has been served."

"Got it."

...

Not long after, Sir Victor Corleone of Toussaint asked to see Prince Stannis of Aedirn.

The cave where the prince lived was not essentially different from ordinary caves. They were all dark and damp, and needed to be lit to ensure dryness and brightness. Of course, the decorations on the wall were still very tasteful, at least Victor recognized the "Glory of the King".

As a representative work to promote the eternity of the kingship, the scene of "Pure White" Rafad refusing to accept the crown appeared in any occasion where it was needed.

Wearing golden armor, with a round bald head and gloomy eyebrows, Stannis met Victor accompanied by his guard Blohan. The prince's other staunch priest Orkon was not present.

The host and guest sat down on both sides, and the light of the fire reflected their side faces, and they looked half bright and half dark.

"Witcher, who gave you the courage to disturb the prince of Aedirn?" Shitan's first words were quite contemptuous in both the address and tone.

Thinking of Liang Jingru, Victor smiled, "I want to ask the prince's opinion on some questions."

"And do you think I should answer your questions instead of letting the dogs bite you?"

"I think your highness has enough enemies. Whether in Vergen or on the other side of the river, even in Fangerburg, have you forgotten my life-saving grace?

And please allow me to remind the prince, don't be like an impolite country bumpkin, you are not the king yet, and I am Viscount Corleone of Toussaint. Please show due courtesy and respect, call me Your Excellency or Mr.!"

The arc of the chin raised when speaking was just right. This was something Victor spent time practicing in front of the mirror. It can fully show the noble reserve without showing the arrogance of a nouveau riche. He is a man who is well versed in the aristocratic style.

Stannis's face flushed after being confronted by Victor. Blohan took a step forward and was about to speak to protect his master, but was stopped by the prince with his hand, "This is a nobleman. I am safe. You go and guard outside!"

Blohan glared at Victor and left the room.

"It is my fault, sir!" Although the prince used honorifics, his cold expression was not respectful. "Thank you for your help before, but I don't think a wandering monster killer can understand how complicated the succession to the throne is."

"The succession issue is a hot topic in every inn in this country. Although I am not sure, I guess the executioner of Vangerburg will sooner or later ask for the succession to the throne."

"Sir, my patience is limited. At this moment, only my respect for Ms. Saskia can control my anger. May Melitelli bless her. Please tell me your purpose or leave!"

"Is that so? Then you have a chance now to help your respected Ms. Saskia. To solve the poison she has been infected with, we need royal blood!"

After understanding Victor's request, begging, his face changed slightly, "Royal blood? As you just pointed out, I haven't been crowned yet!"

The witcher spread his hands, "Don't get me wrong, there is no need for a crown, just a little royal blood flowing in your body."

"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean I want to bleed for others! Be careful that you are making an overreaching request! Recognize your identity, are you a witcher or a vampire?"

"Your Highness, your blood can save Ms. Saskia, and donating blood in moderation is actually good for the body."

Prince Stannis rebuked loudly, "Nonsense! I need my blood to maintain my life, don't bother me with such unreasonable things.

Guards, Viscount Corleone is leaving!"

As his voice fell, Blohan brought a few people into the room and glared at Victor fiercely.

Staring deeply at the prince's cold eyes, the witcher touched his chest and saluted before turning away.

There is indeed no room for negotiation when it comes to fundamental interests. Victor originally had no hope for this visit, which was purely a final attempt to confirm the other party's attitude.

After the site survey just now, the young man who had no respect for the royal family had made up his mind to find an opportunity to help this respectable shit egg prince bleed to promote his body circulation.

…

Back to the cobblestone road, Cecil Burden was standing not far away on the opposite side, waving to Victor.

The witcher walked up to him, "Mr. Mayor, I believe you want to talk to me about the mountain sage grass?"

"Yes! Victor," Cecil pulled his beard irritably, "mountain sage grass usually grows near anthracite and aluminum silicate deposits, and the mines in the upper city of Vergen are the richest.

But about a month ago, perhaps some miners went to the wrong vein and awakened the ghosts in the depths, and they began to disappear for no reason. You know, although they are miners, they are also brave dwarf warriors.

We originally planned to send a group of strong men down, but the abominable Henselt happened to kill us, and Saskia needed all the soldiers to defend the town. I'm afraid that the dirt will spread to the town and Attack residents, so I ordered the shaft to be closed. "

"Are you worried that Zoltan and his men can't handle it?"

"Of course I have confidence in the dwarves, but the witchers are the experts."

This mayor is really nice, Victor smiled, "Although it is an activity along the way, the relevant fees are still charged."

"No problem, do you need to make some preparations? Zoltan called Yarpan, and several of them are arming at the entrance of the mine in the upper city. I ordered that the shaft can only be opened after I arrive."

"Then let's go now!"

...

Walking to the mine in the upper city with the mayor, the leader of the Phantom Troupe heard a female voice from afar, making bold statements.

"Don't worry, everyone! With Angoulene from the Phantom Troupe, it's no big deal to deal with ghouls or scavengers! What, you don't know me? Have you heard of the Golden Eagle of Temeria? That's right, that's me!

When I was rioting in Vizima, I held this Golden Eagle steel sword and chopped all the way from the Temple District to the Trade District. I chopped back and forth for three days and three nights. I chopped and chopped along the way without blinking!

What!? You asked me if my eyes were dry──"

The domineering speech stopped abruptly, and Angoulene jumped down from the high platform because she saw Victor's interested eyes in the crowd, which clearly wanted to make fun of her.

And following her line of sight to see the witcher, Zoltan happily came forward to hug, "Oh! Wick, you're here too, do you want to go together?"

"Yes, let's get to work! My bearded friends."

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