Witcher's Atelier

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Late at night, Victor put on his spare leather armor and left the sleeping Weiss lightly. She was resting because she was full.

Dodging patrolling guards along the way, he followed the path suggested by Roche, from the path on the east side of the camp to the river, passed through the canteen and sneaked into Nilfgaard's camp.

The riverside was misty and misty, and the tents set up by these southerners were arranged in an orderly pattern, with bright black sun patterns.

Although unlike Angouleme, who had obtained the true inheritance of the Viper School, Victor also knew a little about stealth and sneaking, and his extraordinary five senses were even more powerful in the quiet night, helping him easily approach the large tent in the center.

However, when it was getting close, it seemed that no one was silent inside, not even the crackling sound of the fire was heard. This situation seemed familiar. Remembering the happy scene of Philippa and Cynthia last time, the witcher immediately knew that there was a soundproof barrier arranged by the mage.

This type of soundproof barrier is often connected to an alarm barrier, and you will be discovered immediately if you step into it. Fortunately, after the full experience last time, this kind of thing can't stop you now.

Feeling the flow of magic power, Victor took a deep breath and gently pressed his palm against the barrier. With the help of the excellent "magical sense", at the moment of contact, his whole body became one with the alarm barrier.

Stepping forward in the next second, suddenly splashing across the water, the witcher arrived behind the tent, and heard a familiar voice in his ears.

Nilfgaardian Ambassador. Hillard Fitz. Oyestelan was a little surprised, but not too surprised. It sounds a bit metaphysical. From the two previous encounters, Victor had a feeling that he would see this person again sooner or later.

Gently opening the gap, you can catch a glimpse of Ambassador Hillard's profile. He is holding a staff and praying to the sun totem.

"Gloir Aen Ard Feain! (Glory to the great sun!) or translated (Praise to the sun!)"

His legs are straight together, his arms are straight, pointing symmetrically diagonally above his shoulders, the five fingers of his hands are pressed together into palms, with the palms facing outward, and the fingertips pointing diagonally upward to the sky.

"Metnirwaf Newvat Sitmi...Asri Shrimpla Washami...Bandebedib Dobiruun...Kuntukutakatikautsuwa..."

The slow bass lingered. Although he didn't know what the ambassador was chanting, the witcher knew that it was the prayer ceremony of the "Sun Cult".

Sun Cult is the state religion of Nilfgaard, which believes that all living things are protected by the sun. It is the giver of life and the protector of mankind, but it is also cruel and extremely destructive.

*In the context of religious unity, the leader of the sect, the high priest, is the Emperor of Nilfgaard, Emhyr. watt. Emres.

Starting from his father Fergus, religion has been used to help strengthen centralization. In exchange, clergy also serve as important officials in national civil servants, so Ambassador Hillard's actions are not surprising.

Amidst the ambassador's spell, his extraordinary hearing detected the breathing of another person in the tent. He slightly adjusted the angle of the crack, and the witcher saw the mage he had not seen before.

He has a long horse face, M-shaped baldness, windy ears and beard, and an unusually high bridge of nose. He is holding a staff and wearing half-body armor. It is estimated that he set up the soundproof barrier.

After a while, Hillard finished the prayer ceremony and turned to the mage in the tent.

"Vanhelma, Tarvik has returned to the embrace of the sun. Do not mourn his death, but be honored. He completed his mission, brought things from the south through the fog, and his contribution will make the Empire more glorious. "

"I understand, Your Excellency, and thank you for taking the time to pray for him."

"Don't worry about it. Cynthia did a great job on this matter. Say congratulations to her for me. She will be generously rewarded."

Cynthia! ?

Victor was slightly startled in the corner of the tent. When he heard the name, he immediately thought of Philippa's apprentice. What does she do well? Or is it just a coincidence that the names are the same?

While he was thinking about it, the mage suddenly looked in the direction of the witcher, and he also felt a sudden sound of wind behind his head, and someone was attacking from behind.

Caught off guard, Victor could only roll into the tent suddenly and pull out the steel sword. Then there was the sound of armor leaves, and in the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by Nilfgaardian guards. Hillard and Vanhemmar sat at the back, staring at the uninvited guests.

The reason why the witcher was discovered was that the soundproof barrier was two-way, which prevented him from noticing someone approaching from behind. It was because of the power of "Lightning Reflection" that he had to rush to the street after the heavy blow just now.

"Wait...!" Ambassador Hillard stopped his subordinates who were about to attack him. The hook-nosed old man held a staff in one hand and touched his chin with the other, "Dragonborn poet, Sir Victor Corleone... I thought we would never meet again!

I remember in Toussaint, you said that you were a witcher who didn't think about the long-term future and only focused on the immediate life. And last time. You said that the meeting with Varetti was the guidance of fate, and you were passively involved in the king-killing incident...

So this time, can I know the reason for your distinguished lord to sneak into the empire’s camp like a despicable thief! You know, if it's a head-on visit, I'd actually be happy to receive you. "

Victor put the King's Guardian back into the scabbard and leaned forward to calm down the atmosphere a little. "It's been a long time, Sir Hillard. Triss Merigold has been kidnapped. I'm searching everywhere for traces of her."

In the light of the fire, the witcher noticed that the ambassador's eyes moved slightly when he mentioned the sorceress's name. Of course, it could also be a mistake of his eyesight, or an illusion that the old fox wanted to give him.

Hillard's voice was gentle, "Foltest's advisor? I heard that she arrived in Vergen, and I still hope to see her? But her kidnapping has nothing to do with you... Isn't she Geralt's lover? ?

Aha! I get it, I understand why you can't sit back and watch, young people are always full of energy, energetic young people, I totally understand that. "

That tolerant, kind and enlightened smile made Victor want to punch him on the hooked nose, "No, Your Excellency, you misunderstood. It's not what you think, it's just pure friendship."

"Maybe! The reason doesn't matter anyway.

Listen, Victor. Mr. Corleone, you are Viscount Toussaint, and you once made the prophecy of "Burning Bras". And in pulling. In the Varetti Castle, you can also witness the process of history and participate in it. For the above reasons, I forgive your rashness this time and you can leave now. "

After speaking, Hillard waved his hand to let the surrounding guards make way, while the mage Van Hema patted Victor's chest with a sinister smile.

I originally thought that a falling out was inevitable, but I didn't expect that the other party would be unexpectedly generous. Then the witcher figured out the reason. It should be the soundproof (alarm) barrier, which caused the other party to misjudge that the secret was not leaked.

Speaking of his skill of guiding fusion and crossing the barrier silently, even a real mage cannot do it.

He assessed the situation in a flash and said, "Ambassador, your generosity makes me feel ashamed. Can you give me a chance to make amends? I hope to formally visit you and seek your help. I believe I have something that can impress you?"

When Victor spoke, he was thinking about conducting "Megatron" diplomacy. As long as he left the public place and got the opportunity to meet privately, considering Hillard's age, he would definitely like this gift.

Unfortunately, the white-haired old man waved his hand and refused, "Hehehe, Victor, I am interested in many things, for example, art.

A very interesting statue was brought to me today. That's a very special piece. Elusive and sensual. It forces one to think. The beauty contained within is attractive even to witchers.

But I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk to you anymore. Now I am leaving for Lomunne. The Council of Mages and the King are waiting for me, and Triss, whom you care about. Merigold, the power-loving sorceress I believe, will appear at the most critical moment. "

After speaking, Hillard did not give Victor another chance to speak. He waved his hand and ordered the Nilfgaardian guards wearing large eagle helmets to swarm forward and escort the witcher out of the camp.

The child was crying at night, the mist was misty, and the water was rushing in his ears. Victor intuitively judged that the other party might have clues about Triss, but Vergen's matter still had to be completed first, so he could only stand on the shore helplessly. On the side, watching Nilfgaard's ships go away from a distance.

They were going to Lomunne..., the elven city on the upper reaches of the Pontar River, hidden among the peaks of the Blue Mountains...

The witcher, who failed to obtain valuable information and felt that he had missed a hundred million, returned to the Kaedwen camp along the same path.

But as I walked, my mind was jumping, vaguely reminding me that I had forgotten something. It was obviously not a big deal before, but now it's getting more serious as time goes by.

What on earth did I forget? ?

While thinking hard, I returned to the residence arranged by the duty officer. In the dark tent, Desmo's gloomy voice floated out, "Mr. Victor, can you tell me where you have been?"

The witcher paused and answered calmly, "I can't sleep in the middle of the night, so I went for a walk by the river to stretch my body."

Desmo walked out of the darkness, his face changing from gloomy to smiling, "Follow me! King Henselt plans to meet you, and I thought you met the Night Demon nearby and was happy and carefree!"

Thunder and lightning flash in a trance, Eureka! (Eureka!) (I found it!)

Saskia was suddenly poisoned the day before yesterday, and with the incidents happening one after another, she actually forgot about Dandelion.

If that guy is still with the female night demon Shikodi, the time has exceeded forty-eight hours. Even with the help of energy soup, he is probably on the verge of running out of gas.

Although Lanxi reported that the murderer Elias had been brought to justice, Dandelion did not know. If he keeps his promise and waits for himself to pick him up, I'm afraid the original joke will come true, and the bard will really be fucked to death by the Night Demon! ?

But thinking about it, he shouldn't be that stupid. Shikodi is not a demon. He won't tie up Dandelion and squeeze him alone. Besides, he can't leave right now. Desmo is walking in front!

After considering the cause and effect and having clear thoughts, the witcher followed the mage up the high ground, passed through the gate guarded by elite guards and decorated with unicorn patterns, and approached the king's tent.

Regarding Henselt's appearance, Geralt, who was reminiscing about old times in Upper Vergen, described it this way, "Do you know? Angouleme, in my career, I have encountered thieves who looked like members of Parliament, people like A beggar-like councilor, a princess-like prostitute, a pregnant cow-like princess, and... a thief-like king.

King Henselt was certainly not a thief, but his majesty, who was respected by all, seemed to be not far from a thief. This must be attributed to his bearded face, the sharp look in his small eyes, and his greedy smile. "

Victor, who walked into the tent, didn't know the comments of his predecessors, but when he saw this burly and rough king who was decorated with four thick gold necklaces and wore a rich crown, he thought of nouveau riche, community members, and basketball. Star James. Harden's beard.

Desmo's voice sounded at the right time, "Bow your head and salute! Witcher, you are standing in front of King Kaedwen, the successor of the Unicorn Dynasty, the Lord of Adekarai, and the Grand Duke of Ben'ad!"

"What a long title!" Victor complained in his mind while stroking his chest and bowing, and then thought about how his title seemed to have not been updated for a long time... What should it be like now?

Henselt narrowed his eyes and stared, "Are you the dragonborn poet, witcher, and Victor of Keldra?"

No! I am Victor from the east of Serikania, crossing the desert of Koraz, Stormborn, Destined, Unsullied of Meriteri, Dragonborn Poet, Fist of the East Dou, Dragon of Belltown, Dawn Breaking Dawn, Alchemist of the Witcher, Crossover of the Warrior's Path, King of the Arena, Bear Splitter with Bare Hands, Nightmare Transcendence, Sword-drawn Killer, Master of the Phantom Troupe, Knight of Skellige, Enemy of Giants, Tao Cent Knight Champion, Dragon Slayer, Floating Harbor Unparalleled, and the Last Dragonborn──Duakin──the giant octopus killer. Victor of Keldro. Viscount Corleone is too!

Of course, the above was just what he was thinking in his mind. On the surface, he calmly raised his head and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, I am the witcher, Victor of Keldro, Viscount Toussaint."

Hearing the name of the other Viscount, Henselt sneered and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Nobility has no meaning here. It's just a witcher. The purpose of letting you come is very simple. I want to hear what you have to say about demons." Spiritual Mist’s Insight! Anyone who can solve this damn curse will receive my generous reward!”

Since the king had given the order, the young man followed the instructions and repeated with a smile what he had told Desmo in the evening. In fact, it was mostly the same as what Geralt said. They all came from Kaer Morhen's knowledge, but this upstart looked like Henselt, however, folded his hands on his chest and listened carefully. This patience impressed the witcher.

Desmo and the guards holding halberds and swords guarded the surroundings like clay sculptures and stone sculptures.

After chatting for a while, in the cool night wind, Victor suddenly heard very faint footsteps, running towards the side of the king's tent.

It's definitely not a guard... who could it be... "Qiang!" Without thinking about it for a second, the witcher's steel sword was unsheathed!

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