Witcher's Atelier

Demon hunters have a notorious reputation, but Vienne dared to grin at Lambert.

But when Bosler stood opposite, she was as docile as a lamb, trying to explain everything she knew as clearly as possible.

Unfortunately, just like the warehouse manager Longton, she doesn't know where Kaladin is. The two of them were the worse off among the Murder Five, and had been cut off from contact by the other three.

But what's better than the warehouse manager is that she knows that Celis works as a madam at Tritog's Widowmaker Club and part-time as an intelligence dealer. And she was once Kaladin's lover, so she should know more information.

It is said that Hammond worked as a pirate in Skellige, owned a ship called the "Coast Pearl", and collaborated with Kaladin in the slave trade, selling the Skellige people to the mainland.

The above is a simplified version compiled by Victor, because the words of the female elf, who was destroyed by alcohol and weed, were fragmented and messy.

Then a group of them came outside to discuss. It is worth mentioning that Lambert still chose to let Vienne go, although Vidoc did not think there was any difference between her living like this and death.

"Wick, I want to thank you, Angouleme, and this...traveler," hesitating slightly, Lambert chose the more neutral title of "traveler", unwilling to admit that Bosler was a friend, but fortunately, Lambert The hair elf didn't seem to care either.

"I'm going to the Widowmaker Hall in Tritog to find Selys, and I need you to go to Skellige to help me find the pirate Hammond. Can we agree to meet here next month?" the bald witcher told. his thoughts.

"The plan may need to be changed." Victor put his hand into the herbal bag and fumbled around. "I don't have much impression of the word Hammond, but if it were Hammond who was a pirate and trafficked people in the Skellige Islands, it seems that He died in my hands the year before last, and I remember leaving a letter..."

Smashing his right fist into his palm, Angoulin suddenly realized, "Yes, the leader of the group of pirates we attacked at night on Faroe Island is called Hammond, and he is in the human flesh trade!"

Victor took out the letter and spread it out.

"Letter written on exquisite stationery"

Hammond:

I thought I made it clear enough during the last interview that I don’t want to keep in touch with you, let alone do any business with you.

I believe the business you mentioned must be very profitable, but let me tell you bluntly: don’t drag me into this.

There were many other potential buyers in Novigrad, such as goldsmiths, jewelers and merchants who bought and sold luxury goods, and I didn't want to be involved.

No matter what you decide, I hope everything goes well for you and consider this letter as our final farewell.

──Kaladin

Looking up and comparing it with his signature, it was almost irrefutable evidence. Lambert looked at Victor with a question mark on his face, "So you got rid of this group of pirates the year before last?"

Before the young man could answer, Angoulan slapped his chest hard and said, "Of course! Needless to say, the captain and I plus three of Wee Ji killed more than a hundred pirates until they were bloody. ah!

Remember what the regiment leader said about mobilizing before the war?

Ah yes! When we come out to hang out, we have to keep our word. If we say we want to kill his whole family, we will kill his whole family! Don’t let anyone go! Although they were not killed in the end, the number was about the same. "

After she finished speaking, Victor coughed to cover it up, Boslair covered his mouth and snickered, and Lambert rubbed his nose and muttered, "Wick, believe me, Vesemir won't like this."

"He won't know if you don't tell her. As for Angouleme's problem, I have a physical amnesia method to ensure that she forgets things she shouldn't remember." Victor responded in a low voice.

Relying on their extraordinary hearing, the two witchers whispered in front of each other, and no one else noticed.

At this time, the white-haired elf took the delicate letter paper and looked at it. After gently rubbing the thickness of the paper with his fingers, he smiled confidently, "Actually, the matter is very simple. There is no need to go to Cui Tog to find any madam.

It can be seen from the content of the letter that Kaladin must be in Novigrad, and such exquisite letter paper is usually used by rich people living in Gildorf District..."

The well-founded reasoning was broken at a wonderful point. Lambert suddenly looked directly at Bosler. He could guess that the other person was showing off his wisdom, but he was unwilling to ask for advice.

Due to personal factors, the slightly bald witcher had very low initial friendliness towards the gang, and he knew that Victor would definitely ask for help.

Sure enough, he noticed Lambert's urgency. The young man raised his hand to signal, and the white-haired elf did not continue to talk, "Wick, you just didn't expect it at the moment. The Geldof District is Sigi Luwin's territory, and his intelligence network has always been He is the most agile among the four. Give him the name Kaladin and he will probably be able to give you the answer in less than half a day."

Although Lambert is a traditional witcher and will not follow others, he also knows that Sigi. Lu Wen is one of the four giants in Nuo City and is generally difficult to contact. But according to Boslair's tone, it seemed that the other party had a good relationship with Victor.

Sure enough, the blond witcher smiled slightly, "It is indeed a blind spot in thinking. I have never thought of using external help. I will go to Eunuch Habin later and ask him to help investigate.

Lambert, you will stay with us tonight. I also think there will be results tomorrow at the latest. "

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In this way, Lambert, who had received the exact guarantee, returned to Fergus's blacksmith shop with Angouleme, while Victor was left behind by Bosler's eyes.

The sun was setting in the west and it was almost dusk.

"Is there something you want to talk about in private?" The witcher asked as he and the white-haired elf walked to the bulletin board.

Looking around, no one noticed. Bosler quietly put a bottle of potion into Victor's hand. As soon as he got the thing, Victor immediately knew what it was.

But at first he just felt puzzled. He never thought that one day the position would be reversed and someone would put this bottle of potion into his hand.

"Megatron! The strongest pacing potion on the continent," Bosler said with sincerity and sympathy, "As long as little Victor is still there, it can make him stand up. I know that your witcher mutation may have many side effects, but I didn't expect that this is also included. You really made a lot of sacrifices."

The young man's mind flashed back to his weird expression in the afternoon, and the fact that he asked his men to run back to the city. It turned out that he asked them to go back to get the medicine...

The white-haired elf patted the witcher's arm with a sly tone, "Unfortunately, I only have one bottle of this magic medicine. If you need more, you can ask Count Luwen. In the upper class, Megatron is now considered hard currency, a precious gift that is in short supply."

"Uh, no... You really misunderstood, Bosler, I'm not..."

"I understand, I understand everything. It's okay, dear, you don't need to explain to me! I sincerely wish you, I wish you a good night with Ms. Priscilla next time you have the opportunity."

Bosler smiled very charmingly, the kind of smile that said I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't believe anything you say.

Awakening Victor's urge to beat someone up.