Witcher's Atelier

As soon as he looked up, without warning, the rain began to fall, another afternoon thunderstorm.

Victor put down the letter, frowned, and said, "Ah."

On the third day after Megatron's attack, Catherine brought the expected victory and unexpected results.

"Captain, it's true as you said, Thales is no longer a problem.

When I wrote this letter, he was dismissed from his position as the captain of the city defense by Prince Heward, and the notice that he was ordered to return to Dorndell Fortress immediately to report on his duties was all over the city.

I heard that he received the news in the city guard station, and he was in disbelief and made a scene on the spot, saying that he wanted to see the prince. As a result, he was tied up and carried out of the city by the guard commander Kramer.

The captain still has a way to make him lose all his power. I have confirmed that the people he had arranged to ambush outside the city received orders to withdraw in the evening.

Then, you have been living in the temple for almost 20 days. Since the threat of Thales has been lifted, how long will we stay here?

The purchases in the past two days have not been very smooth. Many things are not available in the market in Elland. I think we should have a much greater chance of buying them when we arrive in Vizima..."

Speaking of which, Angulan's letter became longer and longer, and more and more nagging. It seems that he is really bored in the city.

He reached out and stroked the eagle feathers. As they spent more time together, although it was still not allowed for him to touch Catherine from behind, at least she allowed the boy to touch the feathers within her sight.

After thinking about it, Victor went downstairs and walked to the lobby of the front yard to chat with a few civilians. Then he returned to the room and took out a piece of letter paper. On the letter, he asked Angouleme to meet him at the "Blue Water Lake" in the forest tomorrow morning and bring the alchemical materials he bought on his behalf.

On the one hand, if he didn't put them into the herbal bag quickly, some of the materials might go bad; on the other hand, not only did he appease the anxiety of his loyal confidant, but the boy also felt that it was time to go outside and get some fresh air after being locked up in the temple for a long time.

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The next morning, the weather was fine. Victor wore a light linen shirt, only a steel sword, and a herbal bag that he never left when he went out. He left the temple gate, walked along the poplar tree-lined avenue for half an hour, turned left into the forest and walked for another half an hour, and he successfully arrived at the "Blue Water Lake".

This place is a private spot that the boy asked about from the common people yesterday. It is said that people often date here, and some couples who are looking for excitement will even come here to exercise at night. However, it is early morning now, and there is no one by the lake.

The morning breeze is cool, the lake water is clear, and the lakeside is covered with green grass. He can imagine that it must feel good to lie down and bask in the sun, so he did it.

It has been a long time since he had such a relaxing sunbath. The warm sunshine reminded Victor of his life in the alchemy world. At that time, every day was leisurely. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of cakes, cookies, and hot black tea.

But the strange thing is that when he asked himself, he suddenly realized that he missed it but didn't want to go back. He seemed to like this war-torn and dangerous demon hunting world...

...

The rustling sound of the bushes interrupted Victor's reverie. This was the sound of someone approaching through the forest. It should be Angouleme...

No! This heavy footsteps are not hers! !

The sudden sense of crisis made Victor immediately turn over and face the opponent, but he was still a step late. The heavy fist wrapped in the iron guard hit his abdomen first, hitting his liver. The strong impact pulled the vagus nerve and squeezed the diaphragm, instantly making him unable to breathe and weak all over.

But the opponent was obviously not satisfied. He didn't let Victor fall to the ground and breathe. He hit the boy's face, who was already standing unsteadily and about to fall, with another hook punch, hitting him flying and falling to the ground.

Continuing to walk to Victor's side, the opponent kicked the boy's right calf, and the sound of the bone cracking was clearly audible. Although he was a little surprised that the kick didn't break it, seeing that Victor was already in a daze, the opponent stopped attacking, because if he hit the boy again, he would faint, and the witcher must be conscious and accept the punishment.

Dragged to the lake by his uninjured left foot, and then poured with a pot of water on his face, Victor, who gradually regained consciousness, opened his eyes with difficulty, and was not surprised to see the face of Knight Thales, which was originally handsome but now completely distorted by hatred.

"T... Knight Thales... Sir. Why... why?" Victor said intermittently and inarticulately.

"Why? After you repeatedly humiliated me with contemptuous eyes, rude actions, and arrogant words, you dared to ask why?

Do you think I know nothing?" Thales bent down and grabbed Victor's collar with his left hand, and was about to punch him with his right hand.

However, seeing that the boy looked like he was in agony and dying, the knight still disdainfully loosened his collar and let the witcher apprentice lie on the ground.

He drew out his sword, and the tip of the sword cut Victor's left cheek diagonally, cursing: "You charlatans, disgusting freaks, do you really think I can't deal with you hiding in that dark and superstitious nest?"

After the first mark was completed, the tip of the sword then cut the second mark, "No! My eyes have seen your sins, and I will never sit idly by and watch you use vile potions to confuse my lord and insult the glory of the White Rose Knights."

After announcing the witcher's crime, Thales, who felt that he was executing the trial, was immersed in the supreme satisfaction brought by justice.

He had no idea that Victor, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, was not as seriously injured as he looked, because he was an apprentice witcher, and his body was carefully trained to withstand the trial of the green grass.

Liver attacks and blows to the face are indeed effective on the human body, but they are not enough to render Victor incapacitated for long.

So from the moment he was dragged to the lake, the boy began to pretend. Although he was not professional at pretending to be dead, his immature young face was still very deceptive.

Until he finished the third mark, "Starting from you, monster, you will use your blood to wash away the insult to the Knights." Thales raised his sword high with satisfaction, preparing to nail Victor to death.

Victor retracted his left foot and suddenly kicked Taylor's unsuspecting calf hard, and at the same time, he used the force to roll to the side.

Picking up the fallen Mahakam during the roll, Victor stood up and quickly unsheathed his sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the heavily armored Knight of Thales.

He was wearing a gorgeously carved breastplate with brass trim, and his scarlet cloak was fluttering in the wind. Seeing that Victor was able to stand up and draw his sword, casually shaking off the blood drops on the tip of the sword, a look of cruelty and joy appeared on his face. smile.

Thales waved the steel sword in his hand and waved a few sword flowers casually. He said in a crazy tone: "Hey hey hey, it's okay. I have been waiting for this day for many years. Ever since that damn scumbag touched my face more than ten years ago. After leaving behind the shame, I worked hard just to return it to him one day.

It's a pity that he died like a wild dog on the roadside.

But it doesn't matter, you are also a demon hunter, I will cut you into pieces to prove that you freaks have no value in existence! "

Contrary to the joy of the knight, the young man's expression was serious and cautious. He was disappointed that the kick did not cause much damage, but only made the opponent lose his balance for a while. Although the knight with heavy armor could not move too fast, the right calf bone The broken self is even worse.

And it looks and sounds like the Knights of Thales have learned their shame and become brave. They are not the scumbag with a combat power of only five more than ten years ago. The young man is not sure that he can win the battle, so there is really no other way.

Faintly, a vague voice sounded in my head again.

"Kill him, you can do that, right?"

"The contradiction is irreconcilable. I can't blame you! He is just too stupid."

"His unemployment has nothing to do with you. You have no responsibility at all. He is the one who provoked him first...kill him."

"Won't your face hurt? Give the pain back to the other person!"

Shaking his head to throw away those murmurs, Victor made up his mind, holding the sword in one hand and pointing the tip of the sword in a stance, "Tales!" he shouted: "This is an ultimatum for you!

If you leave here, I can pretend that nothing happened, and you can still go back to Dorndale Fortress to be your White Rose Knight.

Otherwise, you will die here, under the secret secret of death by Victor, the witcher of the wolf sect. "

Upon hearing the young man's ultimatum, Thales just smiled coldly, covered his upper armor with "Crack!", and strode towards Victor with swords in both hands. He felt that he had seen through the opponent's bluff. The impact of the broken calf bone on swordsmanship was decisive. Yes, there is no secret sword that can be used in this situation.

And facing the stubborn knight.

Victor: "Mysterious meaning───"

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