Witcher's Atelier

“Swish, swish, swish!”

In the steam, hot water washed away the white foam, revealing the gorgeous Yinglong tattoo on the young man’s back.

The lady who helped Victor with his bath finished her work, wrapped him in a white towel, bowed and left the bathhouse.

This is where the last time the Dragonborn poet was invited to sing poetry, the four giants of Novigrad bathed together, but today there were only two men in the same position.

Raising his feet to test the water temperature, the witcher sat comfortably in the large bathtub, and the person sitting opposite was, of course, the bathhouse king Siggi Luwen.

But this is only his superficial identity. His real name is Sigismund Dijkstra, the former head of the Redanian royal spies, and a powerful official who joined forces with Philippa Ehart to suppress Radovid for several years.

It is worth mentioning that he had a close relationship with the sorceress, a very, very close one, until Philippa planned to kill him and monopolize power, the relationship was declared broken, and he ran away.

This tall, fat middle-aged man with a white towel covering his face had skin as white as a naked pig. But Victor could see that underneath his surface fat was rock-like muscle. To give an easy-to-understand analogy, he was like Kingpin in the Marvel world.

Soaking in the boiling hot water made people sigh comfortably.

His voice was a little hazy through the towel, "I'm sorry to ask you to meet so late, but I'm only free now.

This damn ankle hurts so much if it's not soaked in hot water for a day... I hope you like hot water too. Do you need to adjust the temperature?"

"No, this temperature is just right. I also like it a little hot, which is good for body circulation. What's wrong with your ankle? Has it been injured before?"

Pulling off the towel covering his face, the white pig's voice was kind and cheerful, "I was interrupted in an event before, but don't mention unhappy things today. Long time no see! Duwakin, Sir Corleone, which name do you like?"

"Just call me Victor, Count Leuven."

"Oh, Victor, I appreciate your frankness, so I decided to be honest with you. It's like this, Sigi Leuven is just an alias, my real name is Sigismond Dijkstra. You can call me Sigi or Dijkstra." The spy chief revealed his identity straightforwardly and stopped acting.

Combing all the wet hair back, the witcher revealed a smooth forehead, "What a great man, but why did you tell me?"

"Hehe, you are not surprised. In fact, the matter is very simple. The world has changed in the past two years, and people have also changed. And judging from the known intelligence, I think we should be friends!"

"Ahem, no offense! But I think friends should not care about status and position, and can be confided, without worrying that the other party will betray you."

"Hahaha!" Dixche laughed happily, "Victor, your requirements are too high. I think in this era of crisis, as long as we can respect each other and have no intention of murdering each other, we can be considered good friends.

Of course, it would be better to help each other occasionally."

Relaxing his body, Victor let the hot water soak up to his neck, "With the status of the Big Four, they can be said to be omnipotent in Novigrad. I don't think there is anything I can help with."

"You are too modest, the singing of beautiful poems people, skilled witchers, giant slayers of Skellige, knight masters of Toussaint, and of course...dragon slayers of Lomne. "

"I personally prefer pure trading relationships, but I am still deeply honored by your courtesy. You have helped me before, so if you need any help now, please tell me directly."

"Don't worry, people always need to help each other. But the value of your precious friendship has increased by more than a hundred times in just two years. So please allow me to increase it, I believe it will continue to increase!

Until it is needed, I hope to keep it pure. So today I really just invite you to have a drink and introduce myself to you. After all, it is impolite to get along with people under a pseudonym.

If we have some conflicts in our positions, we can also talk it out as soon as possible. "

After saying that, he clapped his hands twice, and the eunuch Habin who was guarding the door came in and placed an ice bucket next to each of them, which contained iced Lafite, a classic of Corleone Manor.

"I was originally skeptical about the truth of the rumors. After all, many of the contents of your biography of bravery sound absurd at first glance, such as knocking down giants or slaying dragons, which are nothing short of a fairy tale in this era of contempt."

"But when you sang last night, I was listening in the attic." Dijkstra raised his bottle of wine to toast, "This is the best performance I have heard in the past ten years. It is completely incomparable to what I heard here two years ago. I have no doubt that only those who have gone through mountains of corpses and seas of blood can sing so heroically."

There is no doubt that people like royal spies never do things simply, but he is really good at speaking, showing full respect and frankness.

This is a bastard, but a bastard who is not annoying. He is a bad guy, but also a decent and honest bastard. In such a twisted era, this quality is quite rare.

Victor does not hate the other party's words. If flowers bloom, butterflies will come. It is normal for people with ability to be used.

When he first invested in himself, it might have been just a casual chess, but based on full confidence, the young man admitted that he was a very visionary investor.

So he raised the bottle in return, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Sigismund Dijkstra, I hope we can always get along well."

Clinked the bottles and drank.

In this way, the two smart people soaked in the bathtub, not touching on sensitive topics, chatting about poetry rhymes, sharing travel experiences, and spending a night of laughter.

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And on the second afternoon, Victor took time to go to the Rotten Forest to visit the Beggar King Francis Beran.

Every time he saw this giant, Victor would think of another person─the elf sorceress. Grand Duke of the Valley of Flowers, Francesca Findabe. Because their names are very similar through permutations and combinations.

The Beggar King treated the witcher to a meal. The food was rich and decent, but from his attitude, it could be judged that his intelligence network was not as good as the Bathhouse King, so the courtesy he gave was not as high-level.

As for the Zerekanian Babu, he happened to be sent by the Beggar King to Ossenfurt to do business and would not come back for a while, so Victor was exempted from the battle, although if he started fighting now, he could not find a reason to lose.

After all, no matter how hard the saber madman practices, he can't compare to the witcher's cheating. After these days of integration, the skills inherited from Serrit and Oaks have gradually changed.

After visiting Francis, Victor's social activities this time came to an end.

The other two of the Big Four, Cleaver the Butcher, are non-human races, and their attitude towards the witcher of human origin is always ambiguous.

As for the encounter with Hawthorne II, it was definitely not pleasant. The young man caused the other party to be scolded by Alphonse.

Originally, Victor was still considering how to deal with Cyprian if he came to the door, but the result was calm.

Was it that the invasion of the black-clad people was in full swing, so that guy had no time to take care of it, or that the other party didn't care about the grudges in the past? Or was it that Hawthorne's intelligence network was extremely poor?

In short, the Phantom Troupe spent a few days of peaceful urban life.

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