Witcher's Atelier

Victor was unhappy.

He was deceived by the sorceress and the "common sense" of spiritual cognition.

As one of the rare materials obtained in the early stage of his demon hunting career, "Memory Rose" is a magical spiritual medium with the effect of calming the mind. Whether it is incredible alchemy or ordinary alchemy, Victor has developed many uses.

It is precisely because he is used to it, so when Philippa proposed to use Memory Rose to detoxify and combine it with Scylla to heal the spirit, not only Iorveth and Zoltan were looking forward to it, but Victor did not think much about it and directly took it out and handed it to the other party.

Later, when he could hear the "voice of plants", he also ignored the Memory Rose in the dark when he checked the materials for the second time, and only checked Scylla and Dragon Dream.

In other words, during the treatment process a few days ago, Philippa Ehrhardt played a trick on herself in front of everyone.

There is always a little truth in fairy tales, and the dreamy love story is also that when it is activated through a kiss, the Memory Rose has a very magical effect──

…

So Victor was very unhappy now. He put away the potion books as evidence and was going to settle accounts with the sorceress.

But suddenly, when he stepped out of the door, a buzzing sound sounded, and the magic-guided cage was activated, trapping him in the room.

Should I say she is worthy of being a sorceress? Philippa did not even let go of her own home, and she made a trigger-type anti-theft trap.

The witcher was imprisoned, but he was serious but not panicked. He mobilized his magic senses to understand the operation mode and quickly determined the principle of this trap. It was to set nodes around to form a magic cage that blocked the room, and it also had the locking effect of the space-time anchor.

A very reasonable setting. For the sorceress, her imaginary enemy is the mage or the sorceress of the same company. Of course, she has to block the flash and the portal to ensure that the intruder is firmly locked up.

Logically, the next step is to release the back hand and kill the thief who invaded the room, but I don’t know if it’s because there is not enough time, insufficient materials, or the cave is not suitable for these. Anyway, there is no common golem guard or gushing poison gas.

So Victor had enough time to slowly analyze the magic circle and try to defeat the magic node.

…

Just as the witcher was trying to escape from prison, the owner of the room, Philippa Ehrhardt, was smiling noble and reserved, standing side by side with the winner Saskia to greet the loser King Henselt.

Concluded a treaty under the city.

Or should it be said that the treaty on the city wall, they chose to negotiate on the city wall, surrounded by people who were qualified to watch.

Taking off the taqiya on his head, Henselt simply expressed his respect to the winner and started the noble negotiation.

"I'm glad the war is over, King." The Saint of Aedirn said stiffly.

Lord Adekalai shook his head, "Yes, you won, the winner speaks."

"You know my conditions, you must withdraw from Aedirn, sign an unconditional surrender, and promise that your army will never cross the Pontar River."

"Is that all? I thought you needed more."

"You also have to pay war reparations and recognize Saskia of Vergen as the ruler of the Upper Aedirn region."

So far, everything is taken for granted, and there is no need to argue.

"What about me and my men? What treatment can we get?"

Sakia's eyes were dull, "I give you freedom, which is a priceless treasure. Look at how many of my men have exchanged their lives for it."

"How much war reparations do you want?" Henselt asked.

Philippa. Ehart interrupted with a smile, "The Lomne Summit is about to be held. We hope that in the presence of other kings, we can discuss how much compensation this war is worth.

In addition, there is one thing that the dragon slayer did not mention..."

Glancing at Saskia curiously, seeing that she had no objection to this, Henselt raised his right hand, "Go ahead, witch, I'm all ears."

"From the past, present, and future, wars have always been happening. As long as someone wins, someone will lose. So military conflicts should be regulated by chivalry and law."

"I don't need you to teach me this! Sorceress, what's your point?"

"The war criminal who used magic in military conflicts - Desmo, should be punished."

Hearing this request, Henselt frowned, "He didn't kill directly, and I need a royal adviser."

"War criminals must be punished, just like Sabina Grievishig back then. Spellcasters who violate the spirit of chivalry are not forgiven." Saskia responded flatly.

"And you will have a new adviser, Xier Tanshavier." Philippa. Ehart added in a brisk tone.

Henselt glared at Saskia, "Is your witch advisor crazy!? She is interfering with a king's choice and trying to influence Kaedwen's internal affairs."

"This is a necessary clause. Ms. Saskia agrees with me." The sorceress was unhurried.

The dragon slayer had a wooden face, "Your Majesty, someone must be responsible for everything. Desmo committed a crime and he should be punished."

After a moment of silence, Henselt loosened his collar, "Okay! Just as you say, you can do whatever you want with him! But I don't know where he is. Not long ago, he led his men to attack from the back mountain, and then there was no news. If I hadn't mistakenly thought that he opened the city gate, I would not underestimate the enemy and advance rashly."

After obtaining accurate information from the spy's whisper and knowing that the male wizard was indeed missing, Philippa said calmly: "No matter where Desmo is, we will find him sooner or later. I ask Kaedwen not to provide asylum."

"You have my promise." Henselt waved his hand displeased.

Philippa spread her hands with satisfaction, "Then now, please swear that you will leave here forever."

King Kaedwen couldn't help complaining, "Hey! Who am I making a pact with? The dragon slayer or this witch?"

"Ms. Philippa Earhart is of the same mind as I am." Saskia.

Henselt sneered, "Young ruler, let me give you a piece of advice. You must be careful of sorceresses. They always can't figure out who has a higher rank."

Saskia shook her head slightly, "Philippa is my advisor, she can speak on my behalf."

"Yes, Your Majesty the King, we are all waiting for your oath." Philippa bowed.

Their intimate attitude seemed to leave no room for provocation. The Lord of Adekalai lowered his head and hesitated for a moment.

Holding his chest high, "I, Henselt, King of Kaedwen, swear before witnesses that I will evacuate from the borders of Aedirn. I recognize the rule of Saskia of Vergen in the Pontar Valley region. Also I vowed to pay the war reparations agreed in Lomugna."

He maintained the dignity of the king, and although his tone was angry and dissatisfied, he did not compromise his oath.

"You are free now, Your Majesty." Saskia waved her hand.

Philippa ordered, "Lead the way for the king."

Two spies stepped forward to guide Henselt in the direction so that he could lead his men back to the north.

…

After the negotiation ended, the sorceress looked at the newly appointed lord.

"It's time to leave, Saskia."

"Yes, you are right." She turned to everyone blankly, "Philippa and I are now going to Lomugna to participate in the summit meeting to win the kings of various countries to recognize Vergen's independent status. You can discuss and deal with related matters for the time being. "

After that, the two of them stopped explaining and walked directly to the teleportation point of the tower.

…

Although Saskia became a little strange, the dwarves didn't care too much. Anyway, the saint didn't participate in management in the past. As long as Mayor Cecil is here, there will be no chaos in Vergen's municipal government.

But the elf Iorveth clenched his fists and frowned, "Something is not right. I don't like this. Who does Philippa think she is?"

Angoulin also frowned his thick eyebrows, "Sakiya, we have been fighting side by side today. I know her a little bit. She shouldn't be so obedient to anyone.

Her eyes looked like she had just taken narcotic powder, and the amount of narcotic powder was so full. "

"I assure you, she has never abused drugs. Let's follow them quickly!" After saying this, the elf took the lead and chased after them.

However, they were still a step too late. The pale golden arc opened, and Philippa and Saskia disappeared into the portal.

"Damn it! Let's go look for Erhardt's house. She left in a hurry. Maybe she left some clues."

…

Iorveth and Angoulein quickly rushed to Philippa's residence, but as soon as they got close, they heard an explosion "Boom!" The entire residence was blown into a blazing fire cave, and the surrounding dwarves hurriedly dispersed and ran to get water. Water puts out fire.

And from inside the fire cave, a young and sturdy witcher walked out majestically...

"Wick! Why are you here?"

"We'll talk about why I'm here later. Where are Saskia and Philippa? I have a score to settle with the sorceress."

"They just left through the portal, tell me what's going on?" Iorveth stared at Victor with sharp eyes.

With his right hand on his waist, and seeing no one else around him, the witcher lowered his voice and said, "You don't need a memory rose to relieve the mage's pain (Netherworld Element)!"

There is no need to beat the drum hard, and besides, there is already suspicion. The elf and the girl immediately thought of Saskia's strange state just now, and quickly informed Victor of what happened.

At this time, Zoltan and Dandelion also came to the scene and joined the crowd of spectators.

The exchange of information reached the conclusion, and the witcher sighed, "For example, a kiss full of love contains amazing power and can lift the most vicious curses. On the other hand, a kiss full of malice can bring control and destruction. I doubt... no, I’m sure Philippa added the rose to the detoxification material and took the opportunity to control Saskia’s mind.”

"I want to kill that dirty, stinky cousin!" After receiving the exact answer, Iorveth was furious.

"It's not easy to kill Philippa. Did they say where they were going before they left?"

"..., after the negotiation with Henselt, they said they would go to the Lomugna Summit to seek recognition from the kings."

"Then it seems that if we want to find Saskia, we can only go to that ancient elven city to pursue her."

Iorveth bit his lower lip, "Wick, I need your help. Vergen cannot lose Saskia - the conqueror of Kaedwen - the ruler of the Pontar Valley that Henselt swore to recognize.

This victory would be meaningless without the Saint. The complex local ethnic groups are only willing to unite under her command, and her disappearance will make everything fall apart. "

"Okay, I originally planned to go there." The witcher readily agreed.

Brushing the strings of the lute, Dandelion sang like a song, "I'm going too. The elites of the north are all concentrated in Lomugna. If I hadn't been there to witness it, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. This is a sin against art. !”

"But I suggest you stay here, first of all, your hymns will help maintain stability in this newly victorious city.

Besides, I have a clear premonition, think about it! There's a kingslayer, a sorceress, several kings, and a bunch of mages, and it's 100 percent the perfect stage for the ending.

I assert that this Lomne Summit will not end without some accidents and dozens of deaths, and I don't want you to be present when these horrors happen. "Victor clearly dissuaded the poet from going with him.

Hearing the danger described in the witcher's words.

Taking off his hat and bowing, Dandelion sang loudly, "Ah! I have no choice but to say goodbye to you, Victor of Keldra, my spiritual friend! I sincerely hope that our paths will cross again in the future. "

"Don't be so sensational, we all know what's going on. Every time our paths cross, you will bring me countless troubles..." Victor coldly complained to Dandelion, "But I still look forward to seeing you next time, my friend. "

The punk-headed dwarf Zoltan Ziva stroked his beard and laughed.

…

The next day at noon, under the scorching sun, the Phantom Troupe passed through the sturdy iron gate and arrived at the ferry, ready to leave Vergen by boat.

This sturdy ship was left behind when Kaedwen withdrew his troops. Iorveth requisitioned it to carry the elite troops to "Lomne".

Looking back from the railing and gazing at the city of Vergen for which he fought so hard, Angouleme shouted to the shore with emotion: "Captain! The ship is ready to leave!"

"Oh!" Victor responded loudly, hugging his friends who came to see him off, Dandelion, Zoltan and Lanxi one by one, "Then I'm leaving!"

The three of them said in unison: "Well, be careful on the road! "

Nodding in agreement, Victor boarded the ship. The girl with dreadlocks actually wanted to go with them, but she and Zoltan had to stay behind to manage the Scoia'tael and the dwarf militia.

Seeing the captain board the ship, Angouleme yawned, "It feels so quiet. Yesterday, there was fighting and horns here, but today it is so peaceful..."

Victor: "Well, Henselt withdrew his troops overnight, and he should also go to Lomne to attend the meeting."

"It's a pity that you didn't see it yesterday. How arrogant that bandit was before the charge, how embarrassed he was when he escaped!"

"Look at your happy silly look, are you so happy?"

"Of course! Everyone has gained precious freedom, even Dandelion has worked so hard, I have to keep working hard too!" Angouleme made a face at the captain.

Victor chuckled, "Ah. That's right, everything we have done in Vergen so far is not in vain──"

"──As long as we rescue Saskia, freedom, a free tomorrow is waiting for us! "Iorveth concluded softly.

And so, a good ship sailed eastward along the Pontar River, deep into the Blue Mountains.

...

A warm and mellow voiceover sounded leisurely.

"Xier Tanshavier, I felt from the beginning that there was a dark secret behind that cold face... With the incident on Sinnid Island, the 'Mage Council' was destroyed, and no one could control the words and deeds of the mages, but they dared to kill the king! ?

What a cruel act! Didn't they think about the consequences? Behind all this... is it the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature?

According to the 'prophecy' published by my close friend Victor, the above horrible questions will be revealed at the Lomne Summit. At certain special moments, he doesn't mind showing this unparalleled talent.

As for Lomne, the city deep in the Blue Mountains, the place of enlightenment of human magic and the precious heritage left by the elven civilization, the Mage Council will be reconvened here.

And you might want to ask, ‘Master Dandelion, if it is such an important moment, why didn’t you go to Lomne and witness it with poetry? ’

The thing is, although Vergen has gained freedom, how can it be free without self-awareness? In a country where no one can guide the right direction for the time being, freedom can easily slip away.

So staying in Pontar Valley, protecting "freedom" through poetry education and allowing it to bloom, this seems to be the mission given to me by God.

Who would have thought that I would become a bard praising freedom?

Feeling the great responsibility shared by the fate of the north, I parted ways with my loyal and capable friend, Victor of Keldra, and was unable to go to Lomne.

But my heart is always with him!

What happened next is well known. Victor fully demonstrated his iron will in Lomne, ‘Anyone who offends him, even a sorceress, will never have a good time! He doesn't mind kicking the opponent's buttocks with his log-like thighs! ’”

--Excerpt from "Monologue of a Brave Man" by Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhofer

Thank you to book friends Prof_S_Snape and Hahahahehehe for your reward and encouragement.