Witcher's Atelier

On the high ground north of the Pontar River, the army under the command of King Henselt of Kaedwen camped here. There were more than 5,000 elite soldiers and corresponding logistics, unicorn flags fluttering, and tents were lined up.

That afternoon, wearing sturdy leather armor and two swords on his back. Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, walked out of the Kaedwen camp and headed south along the road. He planned to enter the Mist of the Demon Spirit to find more clues.

For the legendary witcher, he was adept at facing monsters in the mist of magic, but it was very difficult to deal with humans in the mist of the mind. In particular, the vague lost memories made him feel troubled when making judgments.

He met many people in Henselt's camp. Some strangers claimed to know him in the past, but he had no memory. But there were also some people he knew who met again not long after they separated, such as Xier Tanshawei.

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When he met the sorceress in the camp, she was wearing a black and white long skirt, with a conspicuous black ring on her chest and a unique horn bun.

Xi'er's eyes flickered, "Geralt, hello."

"I thought you would lose interest in Pontar Valley after killing the giant octopus." Geralt said expressionlessly.

This expressionless face is the protective color of the witcher. When he talks and probes with an indifferent and meaningless attitude, it is easy for people to inadvertently leak information.

"Witcher, you know nothing about me. I'm here because two northern monarchs have been assassinated. Henselt is likely next on the list. We don't need another country to fall into chaos. King Henselt must not die, I will make sure of that."

"If I'm not mistaken, you and the wizard Dethmor hate each other?"

"Dethmor is a big boy, a good companion for King Henselt, the problem is that he and children are always jealous. He can't tolerate my rising status in the Kaedwen court, it's ridiculous."

"The assassin who killed Foltest forced Triss to teleport him to Vergen. They should be nearby. Can you help me?"

"The strongest swordsman in the north couldn't protect her from the kingslayer? I'm sad about this, but who would have thought that after being blinded by love, the fearless Merigold couldn't protect herself.

As for your request, I'm sorry, even if Triss is in Vergen, I can't find her. This damned spirit mist prevents me from long-range detection with any magic."

...

With Xi'er. Tanshaviye's communication did not yield any results.

But compared to the traceable sorceress, the Nilfgaard ambassador, Hilard Fitz Oyestran, was unexpected.

He wore a traditional Nilfgaard high-collared, black-bottomed lace-embroidered gold dress, with a thick gold chain hanging on his chest.

This old man with gray hair, M-shaped baldness, forehead wrinkles, small eyes and aquiline nose, the mean hyena that Foltest jokingly called him, stood in front of Geralt, and a few steps behind him stood a strange male wizard.

"Ah... Geralt of Rivia, so many people tried to hurt you, but despite this, you still survived, which is amazing."

White Wolf stroked his chest and bowed, "Sir, thank you very much for what you did before."

"Yes, I helped you in the process of leaving La Valedi Castle, and I hope I won't regret doing so." Hilard's eyes were moist when he spoke, and he looked gentle and honest.

Geralt said expressionlessly, "I hope so. I don't want to be considered an ungrateful person. Has anything changed in Temeria since I left?"

--On the surface, it's hard to tell that this cold-hearted wild dog is Princess Ciri's adoptive father, the guy that Lidox emphasized to pay special attention to.

"John Natalis will be the regent for the time being. Foltest was a good king. It's a pity that he suffered this fate. It's a great loss to the world. Did you find any results in the Kingslayer you were looking for?"

Geralt shook his head. Out of some subtle intuition, although Hillard had helped him, the White Wolf had no intention of opening up to him, let alone telling him any information.

The ambassador continued, "It may be God's will that I can meet you here... The late king's advisor, the sorceress Triss Merigold, disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and rumors spread. I heard that the two of you... were very close. Do you know where she is?"

"Sir, why do you ask about this? Witchers and sorceresses usually don't share this information."

"I know this is a sensitive question. But there is a reason to mention Lady Triss, and I must admit that the unknown scares me.

It is well known that mages are famous for their shared jealousy and competitiveness. I am curious if there is something that has prompted them to unite. Do you know that Merigold is deeply involved with a sorceress organization?

Of course, the premise of consulting this matter is that you are currently or have been very close to her. If I have misunderstood, please forgive my offense."

Vaguely, Geralt knew that he would know the answer to this question when he recovered his memory.

But at this moment he could tell the truth, "I'm sorry I know nothing, why is your Excellency so interested in the organization of female sorcerers?"

"I'm just curious about some strange coincidences. It is said that when King Demawi was assassinated, some of them were seen nearby."

"Is that so suspicious? Mages always gather around the king, they are the source of power and money."

"I'm not accusing anyone, I just said that it makes me curious."

At this time, the mage behind Hillard stepped forward, whispered a few words, and then turned away. The other party cast a soundproof spell, and the extraordinary five senses did not hear any sound.

Geralt remained calm, "If you have something to do, please don't pay attention to me. I saw you with Foltest in the past, and now it's Henselt. So you will visit Redani next." King of Asia?”

"Your acumen is amazing, but I don't need to travel that far. Radovid is on his way to Lomunne. We will meet there. The mages want to reestablish their council. Invitations have been sent to all the kings."

Lomuene is an ancient elf city located in the Blue Mountains, the source of the Pontar River. It is a place full of spirituality and natural magic.

Shivad's voice was hoarse and magnetic, "So you are looking for an employer? Are you preparing to be hired to fight in the war or for other purposes? Maybe I can help introduce you?"

"No, I am not a mercenary, let alone participate in a war. If possible, I would like to know what the emperor's envoy is doing here? Please satisfy my thirst for knowledge."

──"You won't participate in the war!?" Amnesia is really convenient, you can open your eyes and tell lies. If you hadn't intervened, we would have captured Miwe, Queen of Rivia, long ago in the battle on the Yaruga River Bridge.

The Battle of the Yaruga Bridge was one of many battles during the Second Nilfgaardian War. Geralt accidentally participated in this battle while searching for Ciri and helped the Queen of Rivia, Meve, escape from trouble.

For his heroic performance in battle, Geralt received the title of knight and was officially given the title "Geralt of Rivia".

To some extent, Queen of Rivia's escape affected the power structure of the Battle of Brunner, leading to the final reversal of the outcome of the Second Nilfgaardian War.

Although he cursed in his heart, in response to Geralt's question, the ambassador lowered his head in sympathy and sighed, "Alas... this is not a secret. The last unfortunate conflict between the north and the south (referring to the Second Nilfgaard War) caused the northern countries to The country is in a miserable economic situation, and His Majesty the Emperor sincerely desires stability. We want to provide financial assistance to get through these difficult times, so I come to visit the countries that have been hardest hit by the war."

"But as far as I know, before withdrawing from Aden, the South burned farmland, mercilessly plundered the wealth they had managed for generations, and destroyed all the industrial machinery that could not be taken away. As for Henselt, he was also very fat through the deal with you. You seem to have found the wrong person for assistance?”

"..., the details of my visit here are a matter between His Majesty the Emperor and King Kaedwen."

"I actually want to know." When others were not paying attention, Geralt's eyes lit up as he spoke and he cast the Yaksi Seal.

However, it was of no use. Hillard smiled contemptuously, "Don't be like this, respectable witcher, magic can't help you. I have been properly protected against such attempts."

Then the male mage just returned to the ambassador, he nodded and left.

…

If the exchange with Ambassador Hillard was a disaster, then his conversation with Vernon Roche after King Henselt's summons was a tragedy.

The Blue Guard's tent was set up in a remote corner of the Kaedwen camp. Geralt was surprised to find that the commander of the Blue Guard did not seem to welcome him.

Roche raised his head from the topographic map of the Pontal Valley, chewing a cigar, with alert eyes, "Are you here to spy on us? Henselt or Desmo appointed you, I heard that they have hired you. It's really surprising, I didn’t expect you to find a new employer so quickly.”

"You are too sensitive. Henselt promised to clear my name. Desmore will send spies to find Letso and Triss, and I will lift the fog of demons for them, resolve Sabine's curse, and find Find out who is plotting to assassinate Henselt.

That's the extent of my job, and it definitely doesn't include spying on Vernon. Roche. But now I'm curious, what are you trying to do here? I'm afraid your reaction is not a good thing. "At the end of the sentence, Bai Lang slammed his hands on the table and stared at the commander of the blue-clad iron guard with cat eyes.

Roche relaxed his neck and blew out a wisp of smoke, "It has nothing to do with you. The Blue Guards always have unfinished tasks, especially when the storm sweeping the world is brewing."

Geralt's face was expressionless, "I thought we had a special relationship and you would be willing to share your secrets with me."

"Geralt, I have not forgotten why we came here, but I must also continue to pay attention to changes in the world. You must know that if Kaedwen wins this war, it will change the balance of power in the entire north.

As for the assassin who assassinated King Foltest, my men are searching the area thoroughly for Leitho. He dug holes and hid like a rat, and sooner or later he will meet the fate of a rat. "

"This is exactly why I invited you here. Maybe you are willing to send someone to Vergen to spy. I believe there will be more information there."

"Forgive me for rejecting your invitation. The commander of the Temerian Army should not get involved in the internal affairs of other countries."

"I thought that's what they hired you to do."

"This is your misunderstanding. There is one more thing. Regent Natalis sent a message to thank you. This is a bounty for your service." The commander put the whole bag of gold coins in front of Geralt. "Thanks to us for stopping Roledo in time." An act of treason, otherwise Kaedweni's army would have been stationed in the floating port by now, and now that the regent has assigned a new commander to arrive, let's hope this guy won't be another piece of shit.

If you insist on going to the other side to spy, be careful. Able to form an army of dwarves, elves and serfs fighting side by side, Dragon Slayer Saskia is no simple woman, although she cannot defeat Henselt. "

"It's hard to say! Kaedwen fights to improve his life, Aedirn fights to survive!"

"I admit that motivation is important, but motivation alone cannot defeat the art of military use, nor can it make up for the decisive gap in the number of troops. Of course, I only care about Temeria. I am very happy to see Henselt's troops tied up here, This is a good thing."

Both sides knew that the other's mind would not change. White Wolf shook hands with the blue-clad iron guard, "Then... take care of each other."

Leave Vernon. Roche's tent. Geralt had a vague feeling that that man was definitely not just sitting in the Kaedwen camp...

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After finishing his recollection, he unknowingly stepped into the mist of demon spirits. He immediately reached the same conclusion as Victor, "As long as he does not go to the center of the battlefield to provoke the war spirits, the war ghosts on the periphery will not be able to hinder his activities at all."

At this time, the two fighting demon spirits noticed the third person. They stopped fighting each other and rushed towards him!

Faced with this small scene, Bai Lang raised his silver sword over his head, and then slashed it down!

If Victor saw this scene here, he would definitely couldn't help but exclaim - Geralt wishes you a happy new year!

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And just when Geralt was paying New Year's greetings to the war ghosts.

──Victor wishes you a happy new year!

Tan Shuang slashed down hard, easily cutting the ghoul in half, which meant that another batch of monsters had been eliminated.

"Hiss... Wick, this sword is so beautiful. Let's talk about whether you can give it to me?" Angouleme grabbed Victor's sleeve and activated the coquettishness of the group members.

She was drooling over the cold, indigo-blue and beautiful Tan Shuang, who had always insisted on giving her weapons that were low-key and efficient, and those that were slightly gorgeous never belonged to her.

Shaking it away, Victor glanced at her, "This sword has a bad meaning. If I gave it to you, I would be stabbed one day. Besides, the Golden Eagle is a good sword, and its epic feature [The Hammer of Justice] cannot be copied." , I haven’t noticed the second time until now.”

"But sooner or later I will become a witcher, and I will always need a silver sword. Why can't it be more beautiful?"

The group members' repeated statements made sense when the group leader thought about it. Although being low-key is the way to go, it's normal for girls to like beautiful weapons.

So he nodded in agreement, "...be patient, and I will give you the fury of thunder when the time comes."

After receiving Victor's promise, Angoulan immediately calmed down and was secretly happy. Just by hearing the name, he knew that "Thunder's Wrath" must be majestic and domineering.

Together with the five dwarves, they entered the mine. They were fully equipped and used cat potion to open their eyes, so they encountered almost no difficulties.

The dwarf's ax and Angouleme's golden eagle are not just decorations, but even the more dangerous rotting demon that can self-destruct has signs of body expansion before the explosion, which is enough for Victor to spray it far away with an Alder shot. Come over and kill a lot of monsters hiding in the dark waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Working together, before we knew it, the mountain sageweed was being picked in abundance, and the Phantom Troupe's cleaning work in the mine was almost completed.

Suddenly, the sound of rumbling footsteps came from the depths of the mine, and everyone turned pale as they looked at each other. This formation was by no means an ordinary small monster.

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