Witcher's Atelier

After opening his bag, Horav spread a few pieces of white paper on the table.

"I'm afraid no one has actually seen him. Although many people have claimed that he has seen the beast, and we have made sketches based on their descriptions, each one is completely different, and none is even similar. I personally believe that these sightings Everyone is lying.”

He spread out and looked through the strange pictures. The distorted and strange shapes on them were full of Cthulhu style. None of them resembled Dettlaff's domineering and pale face, and some even had no faces.

Raising his head, Victor had a half-smile on his face, "How many victims are there so far?"

Guillaume replied calmly: "You two, when the lady got the news of the second death, she immediately sent out several groups of people to look for you, and promised that whoever can answer her call would be willing to give him land and treasure."

"Two? Only two victims?" This statement does not mean that the witcher is cold, but that in the current era of killing people, the victimization of just two people is really not worth mentioning.

"They are not ordinary people. The two deceased people were both from noble backgrounds. And the autumn harvest season is coming soon. You also know very well that the wine festival must not be affected.

In addition, after the Northern War began, Toussaint, which remained neutral, became a good place for leisure. Many foreign friends chose to come here for vacation, including even relatives of the emperor. "

Victor nodded, "Understood. If a foreign noble dies, it will be a scandal at the least, and it will become a diplomatic disaster at worst. Has anyone tried to hunt evil beasts, the proud knights errant of the principality or something like that?"

Guillaume touched the newly shaved huqing, "Ha, many knights have tried traps, ambushes and so on, but they have found nothing. The smart beast did not leave any clues, and the sudden attack was just like a ghost.

Frankly, I have a bad feeling, Victor. No one has been able to track the beast so far, and there are even rumors that he uses some form of dark magic.

We need experienced tracking masters with rich monster knowledge. To put it simply, what we need is you. "

"And Mr. Leo made it clear that he had just become a witcher and was inexperienced and could do nothing." Noticing the way the young man looked at the bald witcher, Horace took the initiative to help explain.

Looking away, "Evil beasts can use black magic, how come there are such rumors?" Victor asked Guillaume.

"The first deceased suddenly disappeared from the banquet. At that time, other guests did not even notice that he was missing. They only saw the window open and then heard screams of fear from the street below because someone discovered the body." The knight recounted calmly.

Horace took over the topic, "The second case was very similar. There was a knight resting in a locked room. The house was full of servants, and there were guards guarding the surroundings of the manor.

But the evil beast still took him away silently, took him to the city square and killed him without anyone seeing or hearing him in the process.

The Knights of Toussaint are not afraid of creatures that sword and shield can fight, but there is nothing we can do against this beast, which leaves no trace, kills with ease, and without any rhyme or logic. "

"Do I know those two victims?"

Horace smiled bitterly: "Count Crespe, a loyal supporter of Lafite, was the first victim of the claws of the evil beast of Beauclair. When his body was found, he was lying on all fours, leaning on the pillory."

"Ah... a humiliating way to die, the operator of the Bellegarde vineyard..." Victor still had an impression of this guy. He had wanted to annex the Corleone Manor. And Victor had reason to suspect that he had a habit of attacking his competitors' vineyards.

For example, releasing the spores of the giant thorn tree. Conspiracy to stir up disputes with others and annex potential estates. And his attempt to praise "Rafite" only ended up completely making Lafite famous.

After thinking quietly for a moment, Victor clapped his hands and said, "That's it for now. The specific situation still needs to be investigated on the spot. I need two days to wrap up the trivial matters in Novigrad.

It is recommended that the two knights stay at the Kingfisher Hotel first. The security and environment are very good, and they can listen to Pucilla Music nearby at night. I believe Miss Karenita's singing will make your trip worthwhile. "

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Politely send Guillaume and Horace away. Victor closed the door, pulled the chair in front of Leo, and sat down face to face with the young bald man.

"Pfft!" Unable to hold back his smile, the blond witcher wanted to reach out and rub the opponent's bald head, but this was too bullying and Leo would definitely be angry.

"Now let's talk about your hairstyle first. My dear Dantou, how could a perfectly flat head turn into a bald head? Didn't you say that you should keep a flat head for the rest of your life? Does it look more sinister like this, or does Sasha like this look? ?”

"Egghead" is the nickname given to Leo by the Phantom Troupe for his head shape.

"Yes, Dantou, you used to have a flatter hair! If you are troubled by hair loss, there is no need to give up on yourself. Early treatment may still have a chance. Wick will make many powerful medicines." Angoulan also came over to show concern, and The hands naturally started to rub the bald head with a "pop!"

Shaking left and right, the young witcher shook off the girl's magic hand, "Forget it... When I entered the city, I saw a young barber on the roadside who claimed to be a professional hairdresser. I felt that I hadn't trimmed my hair for a while, so I asked her to try it. As a result, the other party didn’t understand clearly that I wanted a haircut, so he straightened my hair into a bald head.”

After hearing the whole story, "Pfft hahahaha!" The Phantom Troupe duo immediately launched an inhumane laugh at their friends.

Angoulême laughed and fell on the recliner, "Quick, tell me where that barber is doing business, and what's written on the sign. I have to say that her bald head shaving skills are really great, it's really shining!"

"Did you hit the other person when you found out that he made a mistake?" Because he had something on his mind, Victor returned to seriousness after laughing.

Leo also had something on his mind, and he also returned to calm after being embarrassed, "No! The little girl accidentally missed, there is no need to blame her. Anyway, she will grow a buzz cut in a few days, and she will be back to normal in two weeks."

"Indeed, let's talk about serious things, about the Toussaint beast, what did you hide, Egghead? I believe you have a lot to say to me. And I also want to hear your explanation."

Angoulême, who was still out of the situation next to him, was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the topic, which was just a light and cheerful topic, suddenly jumped to a faraway place.

The surface calmness was instantly lost, and Leo sighed in surprise, "Are my disguise skills so poor? I thought I hid it well!"

"It has nothing to do with your hiding skills. I am a prophet, remember?" Victor crossed his arms.

"Damn prophet!" Cursing in a low voice, Leo unbuttoned his leather armor and opened his shirt to reveal his hairy chest with three long claw marks on it.

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