Witcher's Atelier

"As expected, birds of a feather flock together with you. I'm starting to like this bald witcher. You have great power but know how to exercise restraint and don't let anger swallow up your reason. You are the cornerstone of social order and representatives of civilization!"

The speaker was a white-haired elf with a ponytail. He was leaning against the earth wall with his arms folded and his expression relaxed and happy.

Lambert, who passed by, turned around and glared at him: "Damn gangster, listen up! This is not a game, I am very serious about tracking down the murderer, do you think I am joking? I am Tema De Cai doesn’t care whether you like it or not!”

Boslair raised his hands and surrendered, "Hey! Don't get excited, I'm just here to help. I'm sorry you lost your friend, but you can't expect me to feel the same way for you. After all, I don't know him at all, and I didn't even know you before today. ”

Taking two steps forward to grab Lambert, Angouleme turned him in the direction he should go to prevent the witcher and Bosler from continuing to argue.

Their current location is in the dock warehouse. They have just finished interrogating the administrator "Longton". Longton was one of the people who participated in the siege of Aiden. He was punched by Lambert and was holding his stomach in fear. Cowering and hiding in corners.

What Bosler found interesting was that Lambert did not kill the other party after asking for the information. Even though he had hinted that he was willing to do it for him, he did not agree. Instead, let the other party go and continue to track the so-called culprit, Judd. Kaladin.

"Give me some respect and don't tease him. Although Lambert is a nice person, he has a short temper. If you piss him off, he will really attack you!"

This wise reminder came from Victor. He put down his right hand and looked at the sea view. He jumped down from the piling stone used to tie the ship and followed Angoulin and Lambert. Bosler walked side by side with him.

They met at the pier. There were no sparks or tears of joy when they met. They just nodded and shook hands.

The elf asked the three of them what they were doing here. After telling them that they were here to seek revenge, he naturally joined the group.

This area is the territory of Hawthorne II, and with the dozen or so energetic thugs behind him, they can provide powerful assistance to the witchers in their hunting operations.

At least without Boslair, Longton would never have confessed so readily. He bet that Lambert would not kill anyone in public, but he would never go against Boslair's will.

After all... isn't it good to be alive?

"What you just said about praising order reminds me of Mr. Alphonse!" Victor said with emotion, noticing that the white-haired elf's steps stiffened slightly, "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't mention it."

"It doesn't matter. In fact, there is nothing bad to say. I like and admire Mr. Alphonse, but I am also a successful undercover. There is no conflict between the two."

"Why? I thought the first life was more worthy of loyalty than the second? If it's not convenient for you to ask this question, you don't need to answer it."

Victor still remembers that Bosler always called Mr. Alphonse when he spoke, and his attitude was that he regarded the other person as an idol.

"Almost everything is good in the first life, but the second one has an irreplaceable advantage, that is, he is young, while the first life is about to die. I choose to provide a little help, so that my husband can leave this sinful world early."

The white-haired elf's answer was very convincing. The young man originally estimated that Hawthorne's life span would not last more than five years. Coupled with his eagerness to love his son, the successor is destined to be Cyprian no matter what, and not anyone else. So instead of waiting for the future II to be liquidated after he takes over, it is better to help the other party take the throne in advance.

Flawless logic, there was no room for further discussion, Victor smiled and stopped asking, but Boslair's interest did not diminish.

"It's such a pity to say that I didn't know the day you came back and missed your concert at the Kingfisher Tavern. I heard the nobles discussing that that performance was definitely the 'God of War's final song'!"

The white-haired elf raised his left hand. The city gate in front originally blocked Lambert and Angouleme, but the guards who were preparing to conduct an investigation immediately gave way to the way.

The group of people left through the gate of Trito Pavilion, and they were now going to the Seven Cats Inn. According to Longton's confession, Vienne, the archer of the Murder Group, had been fooling around there for a long time.

"The 'Swan Song of the God of War' is just a false name. It is actually no different from what you heard back then."

"Excessive modesty is hypocrisy! This is what Mr. Alphonse said. If it were not so good, how could our artist Miss Pucilla be so eager to leave you in the room that night.

By the way, how do you feel? Wasn’t it a very fulfilling and wonderful night? She has been here for more than a year and has never brought anyone back to her room. Sure enough, artists have a common language! "

The white-haired elf's mean appearance makes it difficult to imagine him killing people without blinking an eye. Fully proves what it means to be old-hearted? And porn is the common language of all humanoids.

Coughing twice, the witcher looked upright and serious, "In fact, we only talked about art and poetry all night, and a little politics. Miss Pucilla is a pure girl, and we are very good friends."

Looking at Victor with strange eyes, Boslair opened his mouth to speak but stopped, then shook his head speechlessly, smiling like a dragon king.

Calling a subordinate to give some instructions, he waved the person away. Then he continued to chat with the young man.

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The Seven Cats Hotel is located in the southeast of Novigrad. The dark and shabby tavern is often visited by notorious guests. When Victor and Bosler approached, they heard Lambert having a tit-for-tat confrontation with a female voice inside. .

As for the group that murdered Aiden, the detailed members and their whereabouts, Victor's memory was blurred as time passed.

Fortunately, there was the honest Mr. Longton, who told everything he knew in the face of Bosler's pressure.

So now the young man knew that it was led by Judd Carradine, Ceris who was gathering intelligence, the archer Viena, and the thugs were Longton and Hammond, a total of five people, two women and three men.

"Cursed dogs, you are a witcher and a little girl, and you dare to come here to make trouble?" The drunken female voice should be that Viena. "Hey, you guys, when you wanted to pick me up, you worked harder than anyone else, and now you just watch me being bullied?"

"Bang! Clang!" There were sounds of tables and chairs overturned and swords being drawn from their sheaths.

Blowing a whistle and reaching out to open the door of the bar, Victor leaned over and gestured to Bosler to come in.

Raising an eyebrow, the white-haired elf touched his chest in return and walked into the bar in a chic manner.

Compared to when they came to rescue Fergus two years ago, the Seven Cats Tavern is still shabby, but it hasn't gotten worse. It can be said that there is no change.

Lambert and Angouleme stood on one side, Vienne and five burly men on the other side, and the atmosphere that was originally eager to fight was completely suppressed by the sudden influx of more than ten people.

Seeing the white hair and pointed ears of the elf in the lead, the drunkards who had just called each other brothers immediately put away their weapons and shrank into the corner like quails. And facing her elf compatriots, Vienne's lips turned pale with fear.

True fear never needs intimidation. Bosler standing there represents an attitude in itself.

To be fair, Victor thinks that the appearance of this elf woman is still okay, but the abuse of weed powder and excessive drinking have caused her face to be sallow and her eyes to be bloodshot.

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