Witcher's Atelier

The adjutant of the Blue Iron Guard squatted on the commanding heights of the ruins on the south side, monitoring the Kaedwen camp from a distance.

"Although I had a feeling that we would meet again soon, you appeared too soon." Putting down the telescope, Weiss greeted Victor coolly.

Her blond hair shone in the setting sun, and the buttons of her leather shirt were fully open, revealing round and white arcs, which made the witcher easily recall the fierce battle ten days ago.

"I didn't expect that the war would end in just one day. The reckless Henselt rushed into the trap and was unable to fight for a few more days."

"No matter what, congratulations on your victory, let that hateful bandit go back to Adekale."

"It's not over yet! If Anais is not fished out tonight, this fat scavenging pig will divide Temeria with Radovid." Vernon. Roche interrupted the two's reminiscence.

"And Weiss, please put your clothes on for me. Don't you think it's shameful to expose your navel? No one here wants to see your Naoko!"

"Please! You can't see anything this way..." Even so, the Iron Guard adjutant buttoned up his shirt with a smile and waved to the witcher, "Wick, ignore him, come over and I'll explain the latest situation to you."

Women who join the military often have outstanding qualities, and Weiss is no exception. I believe that smart and handsome readers will not be misled by certain descriptions and think that she is just a vase.

Being able to serve as the adjutant of the Blue Iron Guard is definitely not because of her female characteristics, but because of her fighting skills, firm will and ruthlessness when necessary.

Not only is her swordsmanship comparable to that of Angouleme, but she is also an excellent crossbow shooter. Anyone who underestimates Weiss will pay a heavy price for misjudging this young woman's abilities.

Handing the telescope to the witcher for use, the adjutant hugged him from behind and adjusted the direction, "Look... the Kaedwen army arrived last, and the area assigned to it is not very good. Here... part of the camp extends to the point of collapse The ruins, if you sneak in through the tunnel, the defense should be relatively lax.

From this morning to now, I haven't found any trace of the perverted Desmo, but every two hours there will still be a mage who comes out to patrol, who should be his apprentice...

...There are mostly light infantry on the periphery, and the most dangerous heavy armored guards are concentrated here...here. We judge that Anais's location is in this area. After being rescued, the blue-clad iron guards will pick you up here. "

After explaining clearly the places that needed attention one by one, Weiss let go of Victor and clasped her hands on her chest, "I don't quite understand those complicated issues, but I heard that Anais is still a little girl and she shouldn't be left behind. In the hands of people with ulterior motives, I leave everything to you!"

Feeling the ardent hope in the other party's words, Victor narrowed his eyes and ruffled Weiss's hair, "I promise in the name of Duvacin that I will save Anais."

After saying that, he walked away, but unexpectedly found that Rochi followed him silently.

"Why are you following me? I don't need help. It's more secretive and convenient to act alone."

The green-bearded face looked serious. Roche shook his head, "Sorry! Wick, I have to go with you."

The meaning of this apology is quite subtle. Victor blinked, "No! Dear Hand of the King, don't you believe me?"

After a slight hesitation, the commander of the Blue Iron Guard did not deny it, "You are right, I don't believe you and can't entrust everything to you. I remember that you got the information from Radovid, and he must have also I entrust you to save Anais.”

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I would take the little girl to Radovid?"

"I dare not take risks. You are the kind of person who is good at adapting to circumstances and is used to putting your personal will above the world! If you judge that it is better to hand over Anais to Radovid, you will do it without hesitation."

Faced with the commander's sharp analysis, as a person who sided with Iorveth without even saying hello─Victor touched his nose and really had no position to refute.

Reluctantly, he took out a few tubes of potions and handed them to Roche, "If you want to follow, drink them! It can enhance physical strength, reaction speed, strength and adrenaline secretion."

The commander of the Blue Iron Guard took the potion, opened the bottle cap and started drinking, one bottle after another without any hesitation.

"You clearly don't believe me, but you still dare to drink my potion?"

"I don't believe you would murder a friend in this way."

"Don't you think it's a little ironic to call you a friend after you just made a declaration that you don't believe me?"

"Precisely because you are my friend, I don't believe in your political stance! You will not betray me for money, but when values ​​conflict, your 'willfulness' will never be compromised!"

Victor didn't expect Roche to be able to reveal his true nature. Sure enough, there were only a few fools who engaged in intelligence. However, this time he really thought too much.

He is willing to participate in the rescue. Apart from the humanitarian factors, the main thing is Keira. Metz's request.

"I'm not as willful as you think. I'm not willful enough. There are always some people I can't refuse."

After drinking the potion, the two left side by side. Looking at their backs, Weiss clasped her hands and silently prayed that the operation would go smoothly.

…

Located in the Kaedwen camp south of Lomunne, the ruins are adjacent to the entrance and exit of the tunnel, blocked by a solid iron fence.

Therefore, the Kaedweni guards guarding this place, wearing brown and yellow uniforms, are quite leisurely and relaxed.

A little further outside the iron fence, the witcher and the blue-clad iron guard were hiding in the darkness and observing.

"Let's get started! I want to seize the opportunity and kill Desmo with my own hands!" Roche said fiercely.

Victor couldn't help but complain, "No way! Roche, if you insist on coming, don't you have a plan?"

"In fact, there is. Let's kill Desmo first, then rescue the princess, and have a barbecue to celebrate!"

Victor was speechless, "This can only be regarded as the outline of the plan... say something meaningful, otherwise it will be done my way."

"Meaning? The meaning is that I am here to find my salvation - peace of mind.

The Blue Guards are not just a special force, the members are all selected and trained by me personally. They are my irreplaceable brothers and sisters. They were killed by Desmo. I want to kill him to take revenge! "

Roche is competing with the dead, but having a target of hatred is not a bad thing, and Victor has no intention of revealing it now.

"I thought you cared more about your king and his children. Don't forget the purpose of your mission."

"I haven't forgotten! After rescuing Anais, if Leisuo and Xi'er were in Lomugna, they wouldn't be able to leave alive."

so troublesome! Roche is a guy who is annoyingly smart at times, but acts like a retard when he gets excited.

I’m too lazy to say anything more. Anyway, as we all know, there are two ways to perfectly infiltrate. Viktor quietly approached the fence, and the conversation between the Kaedweni soldiers was clearly audible.

The bearded Kaedwenian: "Hey...don't you think it's not good for the king to do this? The little girl from Temeria is only ten years old, so he wants to make her queen? Besides, I don't think we should talk to the man in black at all. Cooperate, they are cruel and rough!”

The goatee-bearded Kaedwenian frowned, "Damn it, to be able to say this, you must have watched Henselt! Let me tell you, if you don't want to have the ball gag cut off by the 'Amoeba' If it goes into your mouth, watch your tongue!"

"Hiss... please don't tell anyone. That guy Amoeba makes me feel scarier than Desmo. At least Desmo won't make people unable to walk."

But I really feel that those banned pamphlets are reasonable, and it is unethical for the king to do this! "

"You can keep your morality...as long as you know that the 'Vegima Champion' will be half price in the future, and Temerian products will become very cheap. I heard that this is called the Northern Co-Prosperity Sphere─"

──The conversation between the guards came to an abrupt end when they saw two people approaching openly from the darkness, their goatees gesturing towards their beards.

The goatee-bearded Kaedweni shouted softly: "Stop! Why are you here."

"We have something important to find Amoeba." Victor stopped in front of the torch light, so that both guards could clearly see his eyes.

The bearded Kaedwin asked, "Two men looking for a warlock!? Who are you?"

The hand hanging by his side curled up his ring finger, and the witcher smiled and silently said the Yaksi seal, "I am your grandfather! Grandsons, you don't recognize me!"

The Samsara Eyes rotated, and the pupils emitted light that shone into the eyes of the guards. The two Kaedwen soldiers fell into confusion for an instant.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, is that really you? Wow, my grandson misses you so much!" Goatbeard suddenly lost control of his emotions and cried, taking out the key and opening the iron gate.

Pushing open the gate, the bearded man stepped forward to greet him with a surprised look on his face, "Grandpa, Lomugna is very dangerous. Why are you running here?"

Victor shook his head at Roche, who was ignored by the guards, and then knocked the guards unconscious one by one and dragged them to the shadows nearby.

"It's actually faster to kill them!"

"My personal principle is to avoid unnecessary killings if possible, and there will be blood stains when killing them."

Through the tunnel with torches and interlaced light and shadow along the way, the blue-clad iron guards and the witchers successfully arrived at the densely patrolled area of ​​the camp.

There are crossbowmen on guard on the high walls. After all, they are regular troops. There are patrols, secret sentries, and dense bonfires, and there are also many night precautions.

The square was heavily guarded, and Victor judged that if he was walking alone, he might still be able to take a detour or hide out, but with Roche, there was basically no way to avoid it.

Fortunately, he had a plan in advance, and the brown and yellow Kaedweni robes and armor on his body gave full play to its concealing effect, allowing the two of them to pass by the square freely.

Roche lowered his voice, "This is absolutely incredible! How could you have thought that you could take off the guards' clothes..."

"Because there is usually no way to plot without injury, of course you won't consider this direction." Victor said calmly.

In this way, the journey was smooth, and the two freshly trained Kaedweni soldiers successfully approached the area where Anais was suspected to be imprisoned.

Unexpectedly, he discovered that there were no soldiers guarding this place. Roche was about to go to the basement, but was stopped by Victor with a wave of his hand.

"Wait a minute, there is a soundproof alarm barrier in front of you. The mage will notice it immediately after stepping inside. I am quite knowledgeable about this thing. Give me a few minutes to crack it."

The blue-clad Iron Guard looked ridiculous at the young man's statement. He had never heard that a witcher could break the mage's barrier, but today was destined to be an eye-opener for him.

From the day he accidentally broke into Philippa's room, Victor devoted himself to the research of silently passing through alarm wards. This technology achieved a breakthrough in the Nilfgaard camp on the banks of the Pontar River, helping him successfully eavesdrop on Ambassador Hillard and the mage Van. Hema's dialogue.

And until he was broken through by the guards, no one believed that he had cracked the alarm barrier. Because under normal circumstances, it must be a mage who is much better than the caster in order to do it.

People imprisoned by common sense are short-sighted. Not understanding that people's physiques cannot be generalized, once in an extremely angry situation, Victor used a sliding shovel to avoid ice picks and used a spin to avoid fireballs.

Now to crack a spell that is 60% similar to the Arden Seal, of course it will not be difficult for "the gryphon flying out of the wolf's den".

Take a deep breath, gently place your palm on the barrier, and feel the flow of magic.

The witcher who goes beyond common sense, with the help of his excellent "magic sense", whispered softly after a few minutes of contact: "Yarden!"

The ripples of the seal opened perfectly overlapped with the ripples of the alarm barrier. He waved to Roche to pass, and then Victor himself went through.

…

Going down the stairs into the basement, it is a vast space supported by four very thick beams.

Vernon Roche, who was walking in front, saw Anais La Valette who was under house arrest at a glance. She looked hesitant and helpless, but she was stubborn and didn't cry.

Clenching his fists excitedly, the blue iron guard who rushed a few steps forward bumped into the lavender translucent wall formed by the spell.

Remembering that Victor should be able to break the blockade, he turned around to find the witcher, but he was face to face with the wizard holding a staff.

Walking out of the next room, the mage Ameba smiled mysteriously, "Hehehe, so strong and full of manliness! It must be fun!"

Knowing that something was wrong, Roche immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the other party.

But Ameba raised his staff, and the tip emitted light, instantly restraining his body.

"Hehehe, you are definitely not a Kaedwen, otherwise there is no reason for me to ignore your thick stubble and handsome appearance.

See you come to find this little girl... Temerian? Blue Iron Guard? You can't be Vernon Roche! That's a precious toy!"

Smiling, he walked closer to the prey step by step. When he was about to continue to stimulate and play with the other party, the mage suddenly stopped, "Wait, you can't pass through the barrier without being discovered!?"

Realizing that there were others in the basement, Ameba hurriedly turned around to check, but it was too late.

The sudden burst of pain made his mind blank.

Justice backstab-kidney attack-the same injury as his mentor Desmo. The choice of this position is very particular. The intense pain can make the mage unable to concentrate on casting spells, and completely end the opponent's resistance.

The eyebrows were shaved off, and the feminine-looking Amoeba had his long and finely groomed hair grabbed from behind, revealing his soft and beardless neck.

Seeing this, Roche, who had regained his freedom, stopped Victor in time, "Wait! Don't do it here, Anais will see it!"

Noticing that the little girl shrank into the corner in fear, the witcher smiled apologetically, dragged the mage back to his room, and cut his throat.

Thanks to the book friend Prof_S_Snape for his reward and encouragement. Remember to eat glutinous rice balls on the winter solstice ()