Witcher's Atelier

The Kaedweni military camp standing in front of Victor was actually very unscientific. They had built a wooden city out of thin air on the high ground north of the Pontar River.

The width stretched for miles from north to south, the wall was as high as the floating harbor, and the towers with antlers and thorns were towering. It was truly awe-inspiring at a close distance, worthy of the extraordinary power of the Middle Ages.

Considering that Victor came from Vergen on the south bank of the Pontar River after all, and had a previous record of being on the same ship with Iorveth, when passing through the camp gate, Weiss did not take on too much, but only informed the guards "a witcher I met on the road." Then she left first.

The wind and sand blew, and the last ray of sunlight in the evening shone. Victor waited in front of the barricades without any concern, and the guards at the camp gate also maintained appropriate respect, and someone even tentatively handed over a wine jug.

Although the official racial discrimination of Kaedwen was very intense, it was against non-human races-dwarves or elves. The identity of a witcher had its own uniqueness. Especially when the demon mist was so close, the guard believed that if he reported it, his superior would not choose to drive this gentleman away.

So when the royal advisor, the wizard Desmo, walked to the camp gate, he vaguely heard that the witcher was sharing his magnificent experience of fighting the water ghost with the guard.

He waved to Victor and said in a gentle tone, "Young witcher, if you are willing, let's talk."

This hook-nosed wizard, wearing a red taquia hat on his head, holding a staff and looking old.

But don't judge age by appearance, because in this era, female sorcerers prefer young and beautiful faces, while male sorcerers prefer older looks to show majesty and wisdom.

Following Desmo's footsteps, Victor walked into the camp. It must be said that elite soldiers are elite soldiers. The military camp of Kaedwen is not as chaotic as Vergen. The well-organized tents and heavily guarded patrols present a unique medieval style.

Ignoring the soldiers who bowed along the way, the wizard led the witcher into a gorgeous tent. From the alchemical tools, rich bookshelves and comfortable furnishings, it can be determined that this is Desmo's residence. He opened the soundproof barrier with a flick of his finger.

"Witcher, I am Desmo, the royal advisor of Kaedwen. You can't imagine how happy I am to see you. Now please tell me your name."

"It is indeed hard to imagine that the royal advisor will personally come forward to receive a passing witcher. I am Victor Corleone."

"Normally, it won't happen, but you came at the right time, Victor, you will know the reason soon, I believe you won't mind me calling you by your name. ...Wait, are you the dragonborn poet, Victor of Kel'dra!?"

Victor admitted it with his chest touched.

"Great! I think we will become very good friends... Come on Victor, shake hands with me to commemorate the beginning of our friendship! Don't worry, I don't have a poison needle hidden in my sleeve... I believe that you can get to know a person deeply through shaking hands."

Facing his increasingly enthusiastic attitude, Victor stretched out his hand and shook it, "Can you tell me what you feel?"

The wizard laughed heartily, "Your gentle appearance doesn't look like a tough guy, but the way you shake hands is like a warrior, strong, decisive and leadership. You should be a conquering personality. I believe you are very popular with women..."

The witcher blinked and said nothing.

Desmo let go of his hand, "Now let's get to the point, witcher. As you can see, the entire ancient battlefield is filled with demonic mist. The souls of those who died in the battle are awakened by magic into war ghosts and war spirits. I think this widespread spiritual phenomenon is caused by the curse. Do you have any opinion on this?"

"Your statement is quite accurate. I can't explain it more clearly. You are quite knowledgeable. War ghosts or war spirits are special terms used by witchers to describe demonic spirits that died in fierce battles."

The wizard nodded with satisfaction and added, "Although a silver sword is enough to let them rest in peace, as long as the curse is still effective, new war ghosts will continue to be produced. Faced with this situation. I want to hear your solution?"

Desmo's statement was very professional, just like the tone of a witcher. Judging from his own experience, Victor believed that the other party had the answer and was now testing himself or verifying it, so he didn't intend to hide it.

"If I were to solve it, I would need war symbols of soldiers who died in the war. That is, items that represent hatred, courage, death and faith in the Second War of Upper Aedirn. Use magic to drive them to link the dead, and then defeat them in the re-enacted war, and the curse should be lifted."

Hearing the explanation of the witcher, the wizard clapped his hands happily, "Very well said, Victor, you are indeed an expert. Take this mark to find the duty officer and ask him to find a tent for you to live in, but don't leave the camp yet, the king may summon you later or tomorrow.

Don't be surprised! That's right, it's Henselt of Ardkalai, King of Kaedwen, ruler of Kangongen and Maroree, and the last bloodline of the unicorn. His Majesty may need your service, and of course he will reward you generously."

Take the bronze token given by Dethmo, which is engraved with unicorn patterns, answer a few simple questions, and Victor inexplicably gains the power to move around in the camp! ?

After a brief moment of confusion, he decided to fulfill his promise in the afternoon and talk to the Blue Iron Guard first.

It was definitely not normal to be easily accepted by the Kaedweni army. He needed some sources of intelligence. Perhaps Weiss or Vernon Roche could answer his confusion and help him understand his current situation.

The witcher with the unicorn token traveled unimpeded along the way, and the Kaedwen people were not reluctant to express their friendliness. Through the explanation of several guards, Victor soon knew the purpose.

Kaedwen people are usually very open and hospitable, known for their crude sense of humor and famous proverbs, such as "A man without money is like a bow without arrows.", "I often complain about not having shoes to wear until I meet a man who has no feet." Or "Adkalai was not built in a day." These words undoubtedly have considerable folk wisdom.

In the process of asking for directions, he also discovered a very interesting phenomenon.

That is, the morale of Henselt's army is not very high, because many of them are quietly discussing that the demon mist is a warning from God to the king.

Henselt's behavior is not appreciated, so he was punished like this. If he continued to attack, more people would die.

The reason why Victor found it interesting was that when he wandered around, his extraordinary five senses caught a glimpse of a lot of leaflets that were privately circulated in the military camp, and most of the content written on them was slandering King Henselt.

Unexpectedly, there was a villain in Vergen who poisoned Saskia, and there was also a traitor in the Kaedwen camp who was dragging his feet. It can only be said that this war is a competition of who can better maintain internal stability and resist external forces.

The tent of the Blue Guard is located in a remote corner of the Kaedwen camp.

When he entered the tent, the witcher was very happy to find that the commander of the Blue Guard did not seem to hate his arrival.

Looking up from the topographic map of the Pontar Valley that he never got tired of, Roche, biting a cigar, looked at the resentment of the unfaithful person, "Sure enough, you bastard will not die so easily, but believe me, Iorveth, that son of a bitch hates all humans, and sooner or later he will turn against you and get rid of you."

Victor did not comment on the slander of the commander of the Blue Guard. In his heart, Iorveth was a decent person. It was precisely because he had suffered a thorough betrayal that he would not stab his allies in the back.

The witcher waved to the commander, "Hi! Long time no see, did you send me a bounty? After all, I am the hero who solved Loreto. Thanks to my help, the floating port is still the floating port of Temeria."

"He is also the savior of the Scoia'tael villain Iorveth!" Vernon's eyes were sharp, and he took a deep puff of cigar, "No bounty, no wanted order!"

Viktor looked at the table with contempt, "Such a big country, you will lose me if you are so stingy!"

"But you never belonged to Temeria." He exhaled smoke rings.

After the above greetings, both sides made their attitudes clear, and Victor was actually quite satisfied.

The initial agreement with Foltest was just a short-term job, not loyalty, and he helped them several times for free. If the other party insisted that he owed me something, it would be too boring.

Roche threw a cigar in front of Victor, "Tell me! What are you doing here? If you are still looking for the big guy who killed the king, I can tell you that he is not on the north bank. We have searched almost all possible places in the past two days."

The witcher tactically retreated after lighting the cigar with the Igni Sign, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I am not here to find Letho. He left a message asking me not to interfere, and I respect his opinion. This trip is purely to find my kidnapped friend - the sorceress Triss!"

"Really! Then you may be disappointed. If she is on the north bank, the Blue Iron Guard will not miss her!"

"I personally believe what you said, but Philippa Ehrhart disagrees with you. I believe you have heard of her name, the famous Pearl of the Court of Tretog.

I visited her before leaving Vergen, and she told me through magic tracking that Triss was moving to the north bank, heading straight for the Kaedwen camp."

Victor leaned forward, "So, please, Vernon, think about whether there are other possibilities. Maybe my position is not completely the same as yours, but I have always repaid those who have helped me."

To be honest, if the bastard in front of him was not so strong, Roche might have drawn his sword to kill him.

But there is no if. As a witcher, he has rich utilization value and excellent combat skills, and deserves more tolerance.

Roche crossed his arms and thought for a while, then he rested his elbows on the table, "...If Triss is really somewhere in this area, then she can only be in one place, near the river bank behind. The Nilfgaardians camped there, and that's the only place the Blue Guards can't penetrate.

I know what you're thinking from your eyes. No one can pass through the main gate. If you want to explore, it's best to wait until late at night. There is a small path in the east that leads directly to the river. You can approach the canteen of the camp from there and sneak in."

"You seem to want me to try Nilfgaard's defenses...?"

"Indeed, even if you die there, it won't be a big loss to us anyway."

"You don't need to be so heartless, right?"

"I'm already giving you a lot of face by not drawing my sword and slashing you now! Remember your promise."

Victor touched his nose and smiled bitterly. In fact, he still had a lot of questions to ask, such as what happened to Desmo? Why was he treated so politely? Or where could he find Xier Tanshawei? If possible, he even wanted to know what Vernon Roche wanted to do!

When the witcher stepped into the tent, the commander of the Blue Guards seemed to unintentionally put away the leaflet on the table. His extraordinary vision could guarantee that it was very similar to the blackmail circulated in the military camp.

If Roche was willing to be honest with him, Victor would not mind helping him. But unfortunately, his tone was very obvious, and the other party did not want to talk anymore.

Fortunately, even if he hit a snag here, the witcher still had an alternative plan. After saying goodbye to Vernon Roche, who was good at chatting, he walked out of the tent, and sure enough, Ves waved to him from afar.

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Boys should know how to protect themselves when they go out. They can't just go to other people's homes casually, and they can't drink drinks given by others without caution.

──Sapiens Ignis

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To be honest, the quality of the tent where the Iron Guard adjutant lives is quite good.

Inviting the witcher to sit on the carpet, Ves took out Toussaint wine and two glasses and put them on the table, picked up the bottle and poured wine, "How did you and Roche talk?"

Recalling the other party's attitude, Victor's expression was hard to describe. Of course, he was mentally prepared when he took action, so he couldn't say he regretted it. Even if time went back, Victor knew that he would still shoot that Alder.

"As you said, his attitude is neither good nor bad, but because of his limited patience, I still have many questions that I don't know."

"You can ask me as much as you want, I won't hide anything I can tell you." Ves raised her glass.

Victor clinked glasses with her, and while drinking red wine, he told her about the cordial hospitality he received from Dethmo when he entered the camp yesterday.

And Weiss knew the reason - it turned out that King Henselt hired Geralt to help lift the curse and eliminate the fog, and the wizard might not trust Geralt, so he hoped to get verification from Victor.

Victor was quite surprised to learn that Geralt accepted Henselt's commission. But then again, witchers have always been neutral, at least on the surface.

Since Henselt gave enough rewards and could clear his reputation, it was normal for the White Wolf to be willing to help.

But this way, things become more troublesome. If we want Saskia to win, Pontar Valley **, the Kaedwen army will be delayed here as long as possible.

"Can I ask why you spread rumors in the camp?"

Weis paused as she poured the wine, then continued to fill it up. "Haha, you are worthy of me. You found it so quickly! The matter is simple. Temeria does not want Kaedwen to occupy Pontar Valley, especially the greedy Henselt actually attacked the floating port. We spread rumors to retaliate. It just happened."

Victor, "After all, you are in someone else's camp. You should be careful when doing things secretly. Although I have only seen Desmo, birds of a feather flock together. Henselt is probably not a good person either."

Since the first conversation with Toruvir a long time ago, the witcher knew that in this era, many things were useless to persuade, so he could only remind the other party to be careful.

As for the tent of the sorceress Xi'er, it was on the high ground of the camp, not far from Desmo's tent, and formed a triangle with King Henselt's tent.

Victor was very grateful to the other party for obtaining all the information he needed. Seeing that Weiss seemed to be in a good mood tonight, he was happy to accompany her considering that there was still time before the night's stealth activities.

The adjutant's face soon turned red after the glass of wine was drained. Seeing that the young man still had clear eyes and there seemed to be no chance to get him drunk, she suddenly pounced on him like a tiger and pushed him down on the carpet.

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