Witcher's Atelier

A warm and mellow voice sounded leisurely.

"...In order to pursue the king-slayer, the brave witcher ran around. At the floating port, he killed Bernard Lorenzo, but even for that scum, there were still a few people who wept for him.

Fortunately, the floating harbor was still in Temerian hands, and command of the garrison was passed to a Temerian noble, a sworn enemy of Kaedwen and an enthusiastic fishing friend.

Even years later, the people of Robindan would still gather around campfires and talk about the legends of the witchers' deeds. For example, the ground-breaking dragon roar and the beautiful "With You".

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In the Pontar Valley of Aedirn, the witchers witnessed the dragon-slayer Saskia achieving a great victory, establishing the Saskia Republic in the land formerly known as Upper Aedirn or Lomako, and becoming a place for all who dream of freedom. A place of bondage with homeless people.

Even the naughty old Zoltan. Ziva once believed that "Fergen" was a blessed place. Unfortunately, when the identity of the Dragon Girl Saskia was revealed, the darkness immediately pounced mercilessly on those builders who were full of dreams and new order.

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In Temeria, since the death of Foltest, many nobles have competed for the supreme treasure of the throne of the king. Many people dream of wearing the crown, but no one can get enough support to sit on the throne of Vizima.

Fortunately, when the kingdom was on the verge of civil war, little Anais. pull. Varetti appeared just in time to become the Patriots' last hope.

John. Natalis became regent and de facto ruler of the land, and the little girl became a symbol of the kingdom's unity.

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For the "Kingslayer" storm sweeping the north, the mages who secretly manipulated it must bear part of the responsibility, but by no means all.

However, due to publicity, most people turned against sorceresses and hated all "magic freaks", including witchers.

The castle that once welcomed sorceresses skilled in magical arts now closes its doors before they can seek refuge. What ensues is a feverish witch hunt.

This is an era full of uncertainty, because the inherent order has been completely trampled on, and the people are both wise and stupid, with both faith and doubt.

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Fortunately, after experiencing the previous painful days, those of us who witnessed the fate of the world can finally get some breathing time.

Zoltan set out to look for opportunities, believing that when he brought back a lot of wealth, his fiancée would look at him differently, while I was content to let my mind indulge in memories.

Who would have thought that this violent storm caused by witchers and ravaging the north was just the beginning of another dark storm!

As for Geralt of Rivia and Victor of Keldra, about their legendary stories, as their most loyal and brave friends, I will continue to objectively describe them in subsequent chapters. "

──Excerpted from "The Monologue of a Brave Man". Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhof

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Interlude: Burana "O Fate"

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The cicadas chirp and the water rushes on a summer night.

A few hours after leaving Lomugna, the Phantom Troupe stopped by the Pontar River, set up tents and lit a fire to rest.

Although there were more comfortable accommodations to be found in the city, neither Victor nor Angouleme wanted to sleep in a place that smelled like barbecue.

And even though they didn't say it explicitly, the two of them actually had a consensus in their hearts that they never wanted to come to this city again.

The stars hung high in the sky, and after washing away the accumulated blood and dirt on his body in the river, Temeria's golden eagle Angoulan put on his clothes and returned to his tent.

As expected, the group leader, who had taken a shower first, was stirring the incredible alchemical cauldron.

"Listen! Angouleme, this is a very challenging reconciliation. You must concentrate on it. If you are disturbed, the chance of explosion is as high as 80%!"

With words first spoken and a focused look on his face, Angouleme kept quiet to avoid hindering the alchemist's work. He silently sat in the lounge chair next to him and recalled the conversation on the road when he came here.

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"Hey...back to Novigrad!?"

"Yes, this is your group leader. Lord Prophet Victor. According to the best choice judged by Apocalypse, we will return to Novigrad next."

"Why? I thought you wanted to go back to Kaer Morhen or to Toussaint?"

"Why do you think I want to go to those two places?"

Angoulan thought: "Because the city is full of corpses and seas of blood, you seem to be hypocritical again. You need to go to a place far away from the blood and fire to take good care of yourself!"

She was just thinking about it in her mind, and she chose to remain silent as she was smart, and did not express the above reasons out loud. Otherwise, based on his fault of "complaining against his superiors to his face", Victor would definitely come up with many tricks to punish people in the name of education.

Kicking away the stones at his feet, he observed whether there were any new varieties of plants on the roadside that he had never seen before. The witcher did not notice the curse of the young apprentice, otherwise he would definitely let her know what the wrath of thunder is!

"The reason for returning to Novigrad is simple, because I know that-Ciri will be back soon!" He explained in a calm tone, because the name said everything.

As expected, Angouleme was shocked: "What!? Xili is coming back? Meriteli's son! The uncle will definitely regret not hearing this prophecy because he left early in the future."

"Stop learning those random weird words from the dwarves!" Victor yawned, "Indeed, if Geralt hadn't left, I would have revealed a lot about the future in advance, which would have been of great help to his chaotic life."

"Your 'future vision' is still centered on the uncle? Can't it be replaced by someone else?" Angoulan asked curiously.

"There's nothing we can do about it. My prophetic ability is limited to Geralt's perspective. I can only observe what he sees or hears."

"That's how you know Yennefer, right! I know that you just told Lei Suo that you are familiar with her, but you have no chance to know her. Well...so does it mean...that you can also do it when uncle has sex with them? Watching from the side? "

Victor silenced Angoulin with his eyes.

"All signs show that my vision will soon reach its peak in the future. Novigrad is a very important node. If there are no accidents, Ciri will appear there soon and will definitely visit Hawthorne II. . As long as we stay in that city, we can wait for her return soon."

"Well, then only Yennefer is left. Uncle and his family will be reunited."

"It's not that simple. She is not coming back to visit relatives this time. She will bring us a dangerous opponent: Wild Hunt─"

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The cauldron shone brilliantly and brilliantly, shining into Angouleme's eyes, interrupting her time of reflection.

It was very strange that such a strong light was not dazzling at all. Unrecognizable void runes appeared under his feet and around his body.

The magic circle at her feet, the girl heard from the alchemist, was called the "Wheel of Truth", symbolizing the creation of epic items.

But now the thick and thick beam of light directly enveloped the tent and expanded to the outside. It also had sound effects and fairy music.

Such a huge movement, no matter how you look at it, looks very powerful, even Angouleme, who has observed incredible alchemy countless times, has never seen it before.

The three-dimensional structure of the Wheel of Truth, sealing the power of law obtained by communicating with the world, is proof of the legend.

The beam of light slowly recovered and dimmed, but the joy in Victor's heart became more and more exciting. Before today, he had only succeeded in legendary alchemy once, which was the green herbal medicine he mutated.

However, at that time, it was more of a forceful push with violent mental power. That kind of success is difficult to replicate and is rare. The birth of the second legend now relies on the excellent quality of the materials and stable mental power. It is a completely replicable success.

Using a spoon to put the liquid medicine into a test tube, the alchemist clearly felt the pulse of life coming through the glass.

[Name: Dragon Power Potion]

[Type: Reply]

[Quality: Legend]

[Characteristics: Divine petals, dripping honey, super quality]

[Effect: Temporarily gain the power of the dragon]

[Restrictions: Legendary Physique \u0026 Incredible Alchemist]

[Remarks: If I didn’t die after drinking it, I would be qualified to write a legend]

Noticing Angouleme's bright eyes, which were full of wanting this thing, Victor shook his head seriously, "It's not that I won't give it to you, this stuff is not for normal people to drink, and it doesn't have matching weapons and armor. It can't exert its full power, so it's better to drink improved thunder.

Its name is Dragon Power Potion. After drinking it, the body can burst out with power comparable to that of a giant dragon for a short period of time. However, because the usage conditions are very strict, the practical value is not high.

The requirements for drinking it start with a legendary physique, which is far beyond the limit of a witcher. Under normal circumstances, it is given to trolls or giants.

The basic quality is not enough to support the power of the medicine. If I drink it, I will explode and die. I have to rely on my status as an alchemist to use it beyond the level. "

Determined that there was no chance, Angouleme grimaced in disappointment. As a girl who has used epic weapons, she is naturally full of expectations for the alchemy of legendary quality.

Shrugging his shoulders, the alchemist put the dragon power potion, which can be called a "nuclear weapon", into the herbal bag. This product needs to be based on dragon's blood. The material is precious and the scope of use is narrow. He only made two tubes for spare use.

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After turning off the heat and putting away the cauldron, the group leader spread out the mattress to sleep.

After the group members finished feeding Kathleen, they also got into their sleeping bags.

The tent was quiet for a while, until Victor was about to fall asleep, and Angoulin initiated a bedtime conversation.

"Wick, I have a question for you. In fact, you are not very angry about Leisuo's killing of the king, and you don't care much about it, right?"

"Hmm... to be honest, I originally wanted to stop Leisuo because the death of the king would lead to chaos and famine.

Chasing them is about asking why people who hold on to their beliefs choose to change. So you're right, I really don't care whether the king lives or dies. "

Corleone's voice was gentle and quiet, "You know what? If history tells us anything, it's that you can kill anyone."

Angoulin giggled, "That's good. I don't want you to be angry with Leisuo. More than once, I heard Oaks and Seret say that their life in the south was very bad and they hoped to rebuild the Viper School. School."

"Don't worry! We agreed when we were camping outside Elland that the Phantom Troupe will always stand by our friends and only our friends."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Angouleme's breathing gradually became evener, and Victor also fell asleep again.

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While the Phantom Troupe was enjoying a peaceful night deep in the Blue Mountains, Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint far to the south, was not so peaceful.

The "enlightened lady" in the palace. Duchess Anna. Henrietta was furious.

The reason for her anger is very simple, because there is a terrifying "evil beast" raging on the land of Toussaint, but it is definitely not the degenerate monster with goat's horns on its head and transformed into a female form in the past.

After all, she also knew that the female night devil would only attack men at night and do dirty things that were shameful to describe, but would not disembowel a man.

The consecutive loss of the lives of two nobles made the people of the principality panic, and the knights errant were helpless against the monsters that their swords could not deal with.

And dear Fringilla. Wei Ge went to the capital of Nilfgaard but never returned. Even if she wrote to Emhyr's cousin, he did not reply with an explanation.

For this reason, Anayetta had to consider recruiting brave witchers to deal with this matter.

When thinking of the witcher, the first thing that flashed into the Duchess's mind was "Victor of Keldra", because she suddenly remembered that before the witcher left, she asked Vivian to convey, "If something terrible happens one day in the future, Regarding the murder, please send someone to Geralt of Rivia quickly, he is the best choice to solve the problem!"

Could it be that Victor discovered clues last year! ?

My thoughts are moving, Anna. Henrietta asked the steward Sebastian to recruit several groups of knights and send them north to find Victor of Keldra and Geralt of Rivia.

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The night passes and the sun rises.

Farther to the south, the Nilfgaard Empire, the most powerful empire in world history, has its capital "Nilfgaard City" on the banks of the Alba River, also known as the "City of Golden Towers".

Northerners say that this name comes from the fact that Nilfgaard used gold to build the emperor's palace, but in fact, it is just the sun shining on the roof of the "Imperial Palace", and the reflected light is as dazzling as gold.

And this morning, in the palace, which symbolizes the power of the empire, Vatier. Germany. Liddox was wearing a black and gold traditional imperial dress and was waiting for the summons outside the study.

He is here today to report on the latest progress of the Lomugna Summit in the North. According to Hillard's letter, the results have been so fruitful that they are almost perfect, and he is confident that he will receive praise from His Majesty.

The waiting time took longer than expected, but the Viscount looked calm and composed, and used the opportunity to adjust the position of his epaulettes and smooth out the wrinkles in his clothes.

Not everything is better as soon as possible. In the long intelligence work, he learned to wait patiently until the best moment...

"Kada!"

The door was opened, and the sorceress stepped out from inside. Her eyes flashed with violet light, and her face was bright and dazzlingly beautiful - it was full of provocative, dangerous and unnatural beauty.

The lustrous black curly hair fell on her shoulders, reflecting the light of peacock feathers, curling and undulating with her every movement.

On the naked and beautiful neck, the lovely black velvet ribbon is tied with shining star-shaped decorations, which are activated diamonds embedded in obsidian.

The neat eyebrows are blackened with charcoal pencil, the eyelashes are long and thick, the lips are plump and the moles at the corners of the mouth are plump, and the tall breasts rise and fall with the breathing, wrapped in black fabric and white lace...

Every detail of the sorceress's body has been emphasized and highlighted, exuding an aggressive, deliberately mature charm.

Meeting her eyes, they nodded to each other.

At this time, the roll call official prompted Liddox to come in and see him.

He took a deep breath and bowed into the house.

The sorceress who passed by had a hint of unruliness on her lips.

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