Witcher's Atelier

[Name: Novigrad Long Sword]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack power: normal]

[Characteristics: Bloodline of the King-Killer God’s Family]

[Enchanting: None]

[Remarks: Dumpling Master. Ebuhar. Hatori’s excellent work]

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[Name: Bloodline of the King-Killer Gods]

[Applicable: weapons]

[Effect: Within a ten-yard range, when the "hostile target" has the blood of a god, the full ability and armor penetration will be greatly improved]

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"Victor's Atelier".

Sitting on the sofa, the alchemist weighed the long sword in his hand. It had the same characteristics as the "Kingslayer Unicorn Bloodline", the "Kingslayer God's Familiar Bloodline", which was not easy to obtain. It was not long ago thanks to the cooperation of Stennis and Angoulein. Experiments were obtained, proving that the characteristics of the Kingkiller series can be mass-produced.

The production method can be said to be very simple, but it is not that simple.

Mere bleeding of wounds proved useless, instead requiring "an attack with murderous intent, causing the blood of the ancient king to flow."

Simulating the situation of Henselt's assassination, Victor gave Angouleme a weapon and ordered her to kill Stennis, and then deflected the fatal blow at the critical moment, leaving only a slight scratch, and successfully created a weapon with [Kingslayer God] The long sword of Novigrad.

The experiment was a complete success.

Although the purpose of this type of characteristic itself is quite narrow, its birth is very worthy of attention. It reveals certain "symbols" or "symbols" that have special significance for the generation of void characteristics.

Perhaps in the world of demon hunting, using specific techniques to deal with special enemies will make it easier to develop powerful characteristics?

"The alchemist smiled obscenely after thinking carefully, and decided to try a few more times with Prince Shit tomorrow. He will also wait for Philippa to cure Saskia and ask the dragon slayer to cooperate with the experiment!"

Blinking, Victor glanced sideways at Angouleme, who was holding a cup and sipping goat's milk. Her eyes were clear and her expression was innocent, as if what she just said had nothing to do with her.

"Shut up and stop talking nonsense. It is estimated that only the ancient royal blood can trigger it, otherwise such characteristics would have been rampant. If you don't believe it, let's try it on you now. Do you have the blood of the king-slayer Narrator?"

The eager girl thought about the manufacturing process, and her shoulders shrank immediately. No one likes to be simulated to be hacked, especially the eagle vision is very sensitive to danger, so the test will be uncomfortable.

After casually suppressing the narrator Angouleme and putting away the Novigrad sword, Victor took out the Mountain Mouse and Dragon's Dream and weighed them in his hands.

The Dragon's Dream belongs to crystal, and the "Voice of Minerals" is common. The Mountain Mouse is a plant, and requires the "Voice of Plants."

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A few quiet minutes passed.

"Wick, you have changed..." Angouleme said softly, rubbing the porcelain cup, "You were not like this before."

"What did you say changed!?"

"I said just now at Stennis's side, you wouldn't have ordered Brohan to be killed so simply before. Killing chickens to scare monkeys is not your style. You should be more hesitant and entangled!"

The movement of his hand paused slightly, and the alchemist thought about it for a moment.

"..., you are right, there are indeed other ways to solve the problem. In the past, I would not choose the fastest and bloodiest way."

"Then why this time─"

"──Serrit and Oaks are dead."

Bang bang... The porcelain cup in Angouleme's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"What!?...How...how could..."

"The night before yesterday, they tried to assassinate Henselt, and he died at the hands of court mage Desmore and Sil Tansavier respectively, and I didn't even have the chance to stop him."

Her face was pale, choked and silent, and the girl's eyes were red.

She couldn't believe that the two snake sect witchers who had taught her so much died suddenly and silently. On the morning when they separated by the Yaruga River, she couldn't even get up to say goodbye to them properly...

The young man said calmly, "It's hard to believe, isn't it? It's also hard for me to believe that people just disappeared like this, without any splash at all.

In this damn world, no one knows when they will die or at the hands of whom. Commoners, nobles, generals, wizards, witchers, everyone.

I was in such a bad mood. In retrospect... binding should have achieved the same purpose, and Brohan didn't have to die. "

"Wait...three of them fell and two fell, so what about Leisuo? Is he also dead?"

"No, he is heading to Lomunne, the ancient elven city in the Blue Mountains on the upper reaches of the Pontar River.

I don't know what Reso wants to do, but when this war is over, we will go to Lomugna.

Losing Seret and Oaks taught me one thing... Unless you have absolutely overwhelming strength, no matter how great you are, you may die inexplicably.

After losing them, I didn't allow him to die too.

I made an appointment with Geralt to work together to solve the fog of demon spirits the day after tomorrow. "

"So the enemies...are Desmo and Xier Tanshavier..."

"Yes, we will look for opportunities to kill them in the future."

Nodding in agreement, Angouleme held up his chin and played the role of a meditator.

After some time passed, she suddenly thought of something and turned to Victor, "Now that we have gathered the medicinal materials, why don't you give them to Philippa? Don't you want to revive Saskia?"

Listening to the confession of Sage and Dragon Dream, the alchemist said in a dull tone, "With the King's Blood I just got, the materials are indeed complete, but I don't trust the sorceress, and I have a subtle uneasiness, so I want to inspect the goods before delivery to see if there are any dangerous side effects."

"Huh!? You can listen to the 'voice of plants' now?"

"...Yes, those bad things are not without benefits. Now I can hear the voice of plants, although it is still just a vague mumbling, and it takes more time to distinguish clearly."

"Congratulations, Captain, you are one step closer to invincibility. Then what do you mean by not trusting the sorceress?"

Yawning, Victor sorted out a little, and told Angulan in detail what he saw and heard in the Kaedwen camp and the experience of the psychic snake faction witcher.

"…So as mentioned before, it is certain that Xi'er is the mastermind behind the kingslayer, and following the chain of personal connections, I suspect that Philippa and Xi'er are in the same group.

After all, if there is any profit to be made from killing Demawi, it will undoubtedly fall on Philippa Ehart, outside of Nilfgaard. If the country is successfully established, she will be the new national teacher, and she can maintain her political life for at least several decades.

This inference makes me feel vaguely uneasy.

Although rationally I don't think Philippa would murder Saskia, there is no reason to do so. But for the sake of safety, it is not a big deal to use the voice of plants to conduct a preliminary review."

The girl nodded in agreement with the young man's statement.

The alchemist continued, "As for this war, the Blue Guards in the Kaedwen camp continue to cause trouble, and Vernon Roche and the others hope that Henselt's plan for the Pontar Valley will fail.

So when Saskia recovers, with the help of the Elven Legion recruited by Iorveth, Vergen should be able to win this war."

"Hehehe, what if we still lose?"

"Of course we will run away, we have done our best."

Angoulême touched her cheek, and she found that Victor had indeed changed in some ways!

From parting ways with Geralt at the floating harbor to the sudden death of the snake witcher, these experiences have indeed shaken some of the virtues that the leader used to uphold, such as gentleness, kindness and kindness to others, and now mixed with a little bit of killing and decisiveness.

But this is also normal. It was smooth sailing before, and of course there was no need to change the concept.

…

At noon the next day, almost all the powerful figures in the rebel army were present in front of Saskia's mansion, except for Iorphis and Prince Stannis, who were not there. The former went to the east to mobilize the army, and the latter was imprisoned in the mansion on suspicion of poisoning.

"Ms. Ehart, these are all the herbs you requested to treat Saskia. It's your turn next."

In front of everyone, Victor handed the Dragon's Dream, Mountain Sage and King's Blood to Philippa.

After a careful inspection, "Well done, let's get started." The sorceress agreed with a smile.

Through the protection of the elves, a group of people followed her into Saskia's room. There were dwarf officers Yarpan and Zoltan, Vergen Mayor Cecil, Scoia's Party adjutant Lanxi, witcher Victor and Angouleme.

The dragon slayer's residence was simply furnished, with only armor and weapons, fully revealing her simplicity and self-discipline.

Seeing Saskia again after a few days, everyone looked at the pale and frowning face of the saint, and all of them clasped their hands in front of their chests, hoping that the next detoxification process would go smoothly.

In the past, Saskia almost never took off her armor, even when she often visited her home to read books, she never disarmed, so it was the first time that Victor saw her without armor.

Under the dim candlelight, she lay on the bed in a thin white shirt. Relying on the help of extraordinary vision, Victor dared to guarantee with his reputation that the saint had no troubles with pigmentation and weeds.

However, there was also a strange thing, that is, her peak was too tall, and it did not become low because of lying flat. The amazing and beautiful arc stood out from the world. If it were not for the limitations of the Middle Ages, Victor would almost think she was a fake.

In short, coupled with her natural heroic beauty, this sleeping beauty is really beautiful.

Supervising the whole process of Philippa's treatment, she first crushed the mountain sedge, refined and filtered it to form a transparent blue potion, and fed it into Saskia's mouth.

A few drops of potion oozed from the corner of her mouth and fell on the white shirt, creating a slightly transparent feeling.

Then she took out a large syringe and inserted it into the tall mountain, squeezing the royal blood into the heart of the dragon slayer.

The danger of the above actions makes people tremble with fear when watching from the side.

After completing the injection process, the sorceress pressed the dragon's dream with her hand and began to guide the magic. The light blue glow rippled and enveloped the saint's whole body.

And confirming that Philippa was concentrating on casting, Victor next to her immediately memorized the flow of magic power.

Since the second mutation of the talent "magic sense" has gradually been realized, although there is no way to cast spells directly, but by applying the fixed five seals, his transformation has derived many powerful effects. A powerful wizard like Ehart, Arden. Magic Trap has benefited a lot from her.

After a while, the magic aura finally faded. Philippa took out the petals of the memory rose from her arms and put them on her lips, leaning over to kiss Saskia.

Wow! This mysterious step, performed by two beauties, looks really pleasing to the eye, like a lily in full bloom!

Of course, Victor is not the only one who feels this way.

“What an incredible magic!” Yarpan commented seriously, stroking his beard.

Zoltan also clenched his fists and echoed, "It's unbelievable, I love this magic."

Tsk tsk! Look carefully, the sorceress actually sticks out her tongue... Is this really necessary? Excessive!

The kiss ended after more than half a minute, and Philippa straightened up.

"Huh!" Sakia suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

Sleeping Beauty's gorgeous scene of "sitting up in a dying illness" shocked the audience, but her eyes still looked a little confused, as if she didn't know where she was.

The sorceress was of course the calmest of all, "Honey, relax, you are safe now, tell me, what is your name?"

The hazy eyes gradually became clear, "Sa... Saskia... Sa Si."

"Yes, that's right, you are Saskia. Do you remember what happened before?" Philipba then asked.

Holding his forehead and recalling slowly, the Dragon Slayer slowly reviewed, "Meeting. Poisoned. Someone poisoned me... Oops! What day is it now? Where is Henselt and his army? What was the outcome of the battle?"

Awakening from the trance, that beautiful, pure and extremely fierce, the perfect symbol of rebellion, the dragon slayer. The Saint of Aedirn is back.

Philippa spread her hands to comfort, "Calm down, the fog of demon spirits has not dissipated yet, and your battle is just about to begin. Look, your subordinates are waiting for you, and they will pass the news of your recovery to the entire city. City."

Putting aside her worries and looking around, Saskia noticed the presence of Victor who was not one of her subordinates. Saskia blinked and smiled, "Dear Wick, do I owe you my life?"

"Not really. I'm just running errands. Philippa is the one who actually treats you." Victor responded with a wink.

With a bright smile, she jumped off the bed in front of everyone's astonished eyes, and came forward to hug the witcher.

Firm, soft and fragrant. I have to say it's really weird. Normally, there should be a peculiar smell after lying on it for a few days.

Victor clearly heard everyone except Angouleme gasping at this intimate gesture, including Philippa. Earhardt included.

The temperature in the cave dwelling suddenly rose by five degrees.

The dragon slayer was full of heroic spirit, "Thank you, Wick, I will remember this, and I will repay you when I have the chance. When are you going to lift the curse of the demon mist?"

"It is scheduled that the day after tomorrow, I will cooperate with the master demon hunter of the Wolf School, Geralt of Rivia, to enter the fog and unlock the curse."

"Then I'll see you when I have time in the evening. Now I have to start handling military affairs."

The good news soon spread throughout the city, and everyone knew and rejoiced that the saint of Aedirn, the dragon slayer Saskia, was back.

As for the demon hunter who helped collect materials, there was no such thing as a hug from the saint as a thank you.

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