Witcher's Atelier

Perhaps the morning sun was too bright, and clouds began to appear in the sky. With their gauze-like cover, the midday sun was not too scorching.

In the central square of Lomne City, Iorveth felt like he had eaten tons of dog food as he watched Victor and the young barber kiss goodbye from afar.

Of course, he would not use the word "dog food", but some feelings are common in all the worlds.

The brown-eyed sorceress was the second person in the square to be driven away by the witcher. Before her was a middle-aged businessman with an eagle nose. Victor gave him a recipe and strongly asked him to leave the city immediately.

Finally, after waiting for ten minutes, the sorceress who was a part-time barber also took a recipe and left reluctantly.

As soon as she left, Iorveth immediately walked to Victor's side. Although he was upset because he was worried about Saskia, and was a little unhappy with the witcher's procrastination, the mysterious arc of the young man's mouth √ made him unable to lose his temper. It was a smile that was under control.

"Can I know what's going on? You rushed to this square, are you just to drive away the two merchants?"

"Hey! Don't worry, let's talk while we walk." Victor stepped forward and continued to the amphitheater.

"The two merchants, Bras of Banard and Felicia Coli, are my friends. I hope at least they can leave this quagmire in time. Of course, the most important thing is that only they will believe me.".

"From what you said, it seems that this city is about to have a second Sinned Island incident? ... Or the Lomne massacre?" Iorphis was speechless and sarcastic.

"You are right. I made a prophecy here. This time it is at least a turmoil of the level of the Sinned Island coup.

In extreme cases, I have no doubt that this city will usher in a massacre again, and this time the target of the butcher's knife... is directed at the caster!"

"Wick, are you kidding me? That's a wizard!" The elf looked at the witcher with a serious expression.

The mysterious arc of his mouth √ made him even more mysterious, "Io, I am more serious than ever, that's the king!

Rebuilding the 'Mage Council' is just an excuse. The warlocks want to gain as many rights as possible from the summit, but the most important rulers in the north gathered here not to put the mages on the altar again, but to establish a balance of power and divide the scope of power.

Since the incident on the island of Sinnid, there has been a power vacuum when the spellcasters temporarily withdrew from the stage. The widespread use of antimagic gold, coupled with the deterioration of public opinion, has undoubtedly exposed the fragility of the warlocks. The kings no longer have to endure others pointing fingers at them, and the mages have to rely on the mercy of the northern kingdom.

The amphitheater where the meeting was held is also protected by an anti-magic force field, the same as that used on the island of Sinnid. The era when mages can be exempted from guilt is over, and they are about to recognize their own identity."

Victor's cold and bloody words revealed the nature of this summit to Iorveth, and following the other party's hint, he thought of a dangerous possibility.

The next second, could it be that he was standing at a critical juncture in history! ? This thought made the elf shudder.

…

While the two of them were thinking their own thoughts, they finally arrived at the pride of Lomne—the amphitheater.

Victor looked up and saw that the building built beside the mountain was semicircular. The elves used the arch structure to build the audience seats and connected the two semicircular theaters to form the so-called "amphitheater".

The columns of the corridor were carved with beams and painted with rafters, and the statues without heads stood. The performance venue can accommodate up to tens of thousands of people. The entrance and exit design has been carefully considered. The multi-layer entrance diversion ensures that congestion and chaos will not easily occur. This entrance design is very similar to the large stadium before the crossing.

"You use Axi to control, and we go up to get rid of them?" Iorveth saw that there were only six guards in front of the door, and he wanted to take action immediately.

Victor stretched out his hand to stop him, "Wait, someone is approaching inside."

Sure enough, a group of dozens of people came out next. The elf was surprised that they were people he knew. The one walking in the front was Selkik's younger brother—Sigeri of Guleta—the noble representative of Aedirn.

Noticing Victor and Iorveth standing not far away, he waved to stop the team and walked directly to the two of them.

Although they had fought side by side in Vergen, it was not surprising that Siger chose to ignore Iorveth, "Dear Victor, I am surprised to see you here, what are you doing here? Oh, I know, I came to find Saskia."

"Yes, brother of Selkirk. Brave Siger, what about you?"

The noble brushed the non-existent dust off his shoulders, "As an envoy of His Majesty Stannis, I am here to inform the respectable kings that the legitimate heir has inherited the throne of Aedirn, and peace will soon be restored in Aedirn.

He was crowned in Fangerburg a few days ago, but because there were many urgent matters to deal with, he sent me here to pay his respects and sign the joint resolution on his behalf. I just finished my speech and now I have to return home early."

"His Majesty Stannis..." Victor smiled and uttered this honorific. He couldn't help but think of the night of Vergen's victory, his expression when he released Prince Stannis, and the crooked deal they had negotiated.

…

The former Prince Stannis, he trembled with disgust when speaking to the serfs, and when talking to me, "contempt" and "scorn" kept pouring out of his mouth like vomit.

A prisoner, a coward and a conspirator?

In the end, I didn’t understand how involved he was with Saskia’s poisoning, but that didn’t stop me from giving him a chance. He shouldn’t be executed for this. That was not the justice Saskia sought.

Prince Stennis, son of Dermavi III, became the seventeenth king of Aedirn.

Through his victory in the Battle of Vergen, he won the hearts and minds of the people elsewhere, who regarded him as the hope of their country.

A war-torn country needs a ruler who cares about the suffering of his subjects.

I don't know if Stennis I is the right person...but I don't have any other choice.

…

"So His Majesty Stennis sent you here to recognize the status of the Saskia Republic?"

Seeing Victor's mysterious smile, Sigri naturally judged that he was happy for Stennis, which made him have a better impression of the witcher.

"Yes, in view of the saint's merits, His Majesty decided to recognize her status. Moreover, there are dragon slayers guarding the north, so Henselt's path to the south is cut off.

I have to say that this is really an impressive summit meeting, His Majesty Radovid, the villain Henselt and Regent Natalis... It is a pity that not all countries sent representatives. Although the mages wanted to invite everyone, the preparation time was still too hasty. "

"I heard that Nilfgaard's delegation was also involved?"

"Ah... that old dog named Hillard, I think it's really shameful. Henselt actually invited them here. He might invite the men in black to participate in the war council before long."

Victor laughed loudly, "Your words are just right, Sir. Do me a favor now. I want to go in and talk to Saskia, but I don't have a token to prove my identity. Maybe you can pass it on for me?"

"Viscount Corleone, you don't have to be so polite. His Majesty asked me to bring you a message." Sigri raised his hand to touch his chest, "Victor Corleone, you will always be Aden's loyal friend."

Iorveth, who was listening, raised his eyebrows, shocked by the witcher's trading skills. The person responsible for monitoring the prince was the Scoia'tael. Of course he knew that Victor went to trade with Stennis.

As far as the elf knew, the respectable prince should have wanted to send the witcher to the gallows because of the matter of taking blood.

Unexpectedly, in just one night, after a perfect crooked transaction, Victor transformed into a loyal friend of Aden. The human world is really incredible.

"And I, Sigri of Guleta, am happy to serve my friends."

After speaking, the noble motioned for the two of them to follow him and returned to the door to talk to the guards. The soldiers immediately stood in awe and sent the internationally renowned terrorists and mutant freaks into the hall without asking any questions.

…

Entering the amphitheater, the stands are made of three-layer concrete cylindrical arches. Each layer has eighty arches, forming three circles of circular corridors (i.e. corridors supported by arches) of different heights. The uppermost layer has fifty arches. Meter high solid wall.

The stands are set back layer by layer, forming a stepped slope. Eighty arches on each floor create eighty openings, and the top two floors have eighty window openings.

There were a huge crowd of people in the theater, standing or sitting in robes or armor. They were the magicians or soldiers brought by the king who came to witness.

In this magnificent building, the body can feel the strong interference of the anti-magic force field. It is very difficult to cast the seal, and even if it is successful, the effect is very weak.

And the few pieces of amplification magic that still work are broadcasting the conversations on the field instantly to the ears of all spectators.

Extraordinary Vision looked at the center of the theater and saw the mage presiding over the meeting, taking out a stack of documents and handing them out to the guards for distribution, "Thank you Queen Saskia for your support, let's continue with the current topic.

As confirmed previously, the operating regulations and management scope of the 'Mage Council' described in the document are all useful rules that have been in place for many years before the coup on Sunide Island. "

Observing the mage who was speaking, he was wearing a red robe and a bachelor's square cap. Victor guessed that he was the convener of the summit─Lang. Cardouin of Asset.

And behind him, stood Xi'er. Tanshavier, the sorceress still wears the same horn bun and black dress today, looking elegant and dignified.

The appearance of others such as Radovid, Henselt, Natalis and Hillard are all part of the title. Of course, the most important one is the woman, the Saint of Aedirn. Saskia.

When he saw the dragon slayer, no... now he should be called Dragon Girl, the elf felt the urge to run towards him. But seeing the glorious and majestic stage in front of him, and recalling the possible dangers he thought of on the way here, he had to calm down.

"Wick, what do we do now?"

The witcher shook his head and said nothing.

Carduin's words in the scene could be heard clearly through the amplification magic, and his tone of explanation was solemn and gentle, "...here I must emphasize the issue of appointing the 'Royal Family Advisor'.

Today, the courts of many countries randomly select wizards or sorceresses as advisors. But in the previous era of the Magister Council, these people were carefully selected. "

After briefly flipping through the documents, Radovid was the first to ask, "Why can't the king choose his own advisers?"

Kaduin bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, these advisors have important responsibilities, and the Mage Council must confirm that they are competent."

"And make sure they remember the issues that the Mage Council cares about?" Radovid narrowed his eyes dissatisfied.

The mage representative opened his hands and explained, "Your Majesty, please believe that the Mage Council's primary consideration is the well-being and prosperity of the northern countries.

This document is signed by everyone we nominate to serve on the Council of Mages and whom we designate as an advisor. Make sure they do their best for the country they support. "

"Tsk tsk! Without the seal of our royal family, the most you can do is assign advisors to the shepherds." Radovid shook his head and sneered, glancing at Nilfgaard Ambassador Hillard.

Henselt closed the document with a snap, "Radovid is right. I must also remind you first. Kaedwen needs advisors, but he does not need arrogant advisors!"

The attitude of the kings is obviously not satisfied with this result, but if there are no other factors, the ancient tradition will be acquiesced and re-implemented.

At this moment, the Nilfgaardian ambassador, Hillard, who had been silent since the beginning of the meeting. Fitz. Oyestelan suddenly interjected, "Your venerable majesties, before you sign this document, please listen to what I have to say."

The unexpected situation made the mage Kaduin inexplicable, "I would like to pay my respects, Your Excellency, but this matter has nothing to do with Nilfgaard."

"King Henselt invited me here. Do you want to deny my right to speak?" the white-haired ambassador said in a cold tone.

After a sharp rebuttal, Kaduin chose to remain silent, and several kings did not speak, so no one in the audience could stop him from speaking.

…

At this moment, Iorveth noticed Victor's strange movements beside him. He took out tube after tube of potion from the herbal bag and drank it.

It seemed that they were poisonous potions used by witchers, because strange patterns soon appeared on his face, beautiful patterns similar to the elves' war patterns.

As he drank more potion, the color of the battle lines became brighter and the outline became more complicated.

"You...what are you doing?" Seeing that he showed no sign of stopping his drink, the elf couldn't help but ask.

Victor chuckled bitterly, "Hehe, hehe, he is just preparing for battle. After all, he is a prophet with limitations. He will only know what it is when things happen..."

When the burly figure in front of him was escorted, he truly understood the hatred of the northern countries towards the mage in his past life memory, and he also knew that the witch hunt in the future was inevitable.

There was nothing to hide from everything, Samsara's eyes reflected sadness and relief, and Victor's chest surged with ambition.

"Io, remember what happens next, this is the only thing we can do.

At this moment we are just witnesses, but one day in the future..."

…

In the afternoon, the clouds rolled and relaxed, and the clouds gradually became thicker.

Half a city away from the open-air amphitheater, near the Scoia'tael camp, Angoulaine stood at the high point of the ruined tower, looking into the wind with eagle vision. She enjoyed this feeling, feeling that she was an extension of the city.

Suddenly...a whisper came through today's noisy wind.

Her caterpillar-like eyebrows twitched, and then she jumped off the tower with a leap of faith. She ran into the camp and put on her armor to prepare for battle.

Because the familiar roar in the distance is "Fu-si-Loda!"

Thanks to book friend Dafeng 233 for the reward. Thanks to book friends for their recommendations and monthly passes.