Witcher's Atelier

The boat carrying the Phantom Troupe went up the river, and it was peaceful and silent along the way.

In the cabin, Victor wanted to seize the time to focus on alchemy. After all, the more preparation he has now, the more certainty he will have in the future. However, Angouleme's curiosity cannot be stopped.

Squatting pitifully next to the cauldron, she put on a posture that she would never give up until she achieved her goal, "Wick, it's just the two of us now. Tell me quietly how you plan to deal with Dettlaff.

Earlier you told Leo that I was the key to dealing with high-level vampires, but I didn't know there was no way. If you don't explain it clearly today, I won't sleep well!

That time at Corleone Manor, you didn't see how he killed a mage. He just stabbed it with his right paw, and there was a hole as big as a bowl, and the blood was pouring out! "

Amused by Angouleme, Victor smiled and let go of the stirring stick. He had a way of making very scary things look funny, which was a talent.

"Why are you panicking? Haven't you remembered after being with me for so long? Your leader always has a plan!"

The members nodded repeatedly, showing no trace of distrust in the leader's plan.

"In my plan, to deal with a high vampire, I need another high vampire, and you are the key from the past.

I believe you have not forgotten Emil Regis Lohorek Tajiv. The name Godefroy. "

"Who is he?" Angoulin looked confused.

Victor, who originally planned to show off, was choked by her reaction and could only pat his chest and introduce again, "Regis, I joined Geralt's girl-hunting team with you──"

"──Herbalist!" Angouleme suddenly realized, "So you're talking about him. Just talk about Regis. I can't remember such a long list of names..."

He was indeed a high-level vampire and had many wonderful abilities, but Regis had already died in the battle at Styga Castle. I heard from the uncle that he was caught and burned alive by a bad warlock.

The last ones to walk out of the city that day were the four of us, uncle, Yennefer, Shirley and me... If it hadn't been for the potion you gave me, I should have stayed in. Now it's so rotten that only the bones are left... "

As she talked, the girl was lost in her memories. It was obvious that although the conflict was small in scale, the sacrifices had a profound impact on her.

Emil Regis Lohorek Tajiv. Goldfroy, a high-level vampire who does not drink human blood.

Geralt calls him, "a friend, the embodiment of human virtue."

On the surface, he is a barber doctor, carrying a herbal bag with him and carrying a special smell.

Back then, Regis played the role of a wise man in Geralt's girl-hunting team. Whenever everyone had a disagreement, he used his wisdom to resolve it.

Unfortunately, in the process of rescuing Yennefer and Ciri in Styga Castle, they were burned to ashes by the evil warlock using magic.

"My dear, I'm sorry to interrupt your sentimentality," Victor said calmly, "but I have to tell you that real advanced vampires are immortal. They have extremely strong self-recovery abilities, and even have their heads cut off. Nor will it die.

However, if the damage to the body is too serious, such as being burned to ashes, repairing it will take a very long time, which may even span hundreds of years. "

Angoulin was stunned, "Wick, so you mean...but he just died a few years ago!?"

"If there are other high-level vampires willing to share the blood essence with him, the original recovery period of hundreds of years can be shortened to a few months." Facing the girl's surprised face, the prophet calmly revealed the answer, "It's Delav, De Raff van der Eretin, who brought Regis back to life."

Angoulin jumped up from the floor happily, "Are you telling the truth?

Ah, I understand, so you know where Regis is hiding, and you need me to introduce you to each other, and then we can deal with Dettlaff together? "

"Things are not that simple," Victor shook his head in denial. "The action of sharing blood essence consumes a lot of money. Among their ethnic groups, it is a noble sacrifice rather than a moral requirement. For this reason, there will be a conflict between Regis and Dettlaff. Forming a relationship that is closer than brothers.

We need Regis to come forward. His presence can at least ensure a peaceful dialogue with Dettlaff, but if the dialogue does not go smoothly, I can't guarantee that he will help us. So if possible, I still hope it can be resolved through negotiation this time. "

"It's all the fault of that bad woman Lena Wade. Otherwise, how about we get rid of her secretly?" Angoulan suddenly thought.

Victor rolled his eyes at her, "I didn't explain clearly first. Believe it or not, after seeing Lena's body, Dettlaff turned around and came to fight for us! Moreover, this Miss Weed's identity is extraordinary, and she is also a pitiful person." …”

"──Where is Regis hiding now? Will we miss it if we walk along the road like this? Do we need to take a detour?"

After receiving the news that his old friend was still alive, Angoulin was in a good mood. He sneaked to the wine cabinet, took out two bottles of wine, opened them, and returned to hand one bottle to Victor.

Clinking bottles with the girl, the prophet explained leisurely: "Through the blood connection, the furious mood of Dettlaff, who is under duress, will be discovered by Regis. It is impossible for him to sit idly by and do nothing. If the prediction is correct, he should be in a tomb near Beauclair City. Looking for opportunities to contact Dettlaff.”

Satisfied with the answer, Angoulin clenched his fists and raised his arms. He hummed a song and sat back on the couch. He picked up a book and flipped through it. It was a "Test of the Historical Origins of the Northern Countries" - a reference book bought by the group leader to enhance their knowledge.

Victor, who was about to tell the story of Rena Weide's identity, shrugged his shoulders and picked up the stirring rod to make alchemy again when he saw that the other party had no interest in listening.

...

This is an authoritative book about high-level vampires.

"A Night with Vampires"

When you finish listening to this story, you will definitely say that I am a liar, a liar, or crazy, or you will shake your head and sneer with pity.

But I promise you and swear to the gods: what you read in the following chapters is absolutely true and not fake.

The vampire I am talking about was met in Beauclair several years ago. He called himself Regis, a barber and medical staff.

Because he looked like an ordinary person, I didn't doubt it at first-until the hotel we were staying in caught fire.

This Regis (if this is his real name) stood in the flames without any injury, but my own clothes quickly caught fire.

The vampire carried me out of the burning hotel, saved my life, and treated my many wounds.

At first, Regis was reluctant to tell me how he had survived the horrific heat of the hostel without getting hurt.

But later, he must have realized that I had seen everything and would not be prejudiced based on appearance or race, so he revealed his true identity to me and explained some very interesting things to me.

Regis said that not all vampires are the same. Among the huge vampire family, there are mindless batwings, katarkans and blood demons, all of which look like giant bats rather than people, and vampires and bloodsuckers, all of which look like beautiful women.

In addition to the above types, there are high-level vampires of the true King's race, and my new friend is one of them.

Even witchers cannot distinguish between high-level vampires and ordinary mortals.

Contrary to common sense, they cannot be stabbed to death by stakes, beheadings cannot kill them, and even according to his personal experience, the hellfire of wizards cannot burn them.

Those rural rumors should be thrown into the cesspool. They are not afraid of running water, garlic or any mysterious symbols.

The good news is that being bitten by a vampire does not turn a mortal into a vampire, and they do not need to rely on sucking the blood of mortals to survive.

For their people, blood is just a delicacy that they enjoy occasionally, just like fine wine for mortals.

Regis asked me not to reveal what he said, but now that I am close to death, I think I must share these secrets, even if it means that I have broken my promise to this noble man...

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