Witcher's Atelier

Pointing at the object that the high-level vampire was staring at, which had just been taken from the severed hand, the witcher asked: "That ring is very interesting to me. The metal used in its manufacture is unprecedented, and the decoration on it..."

"This is brought from our hometown, where we lived before the conjunction of the celestial spheres. In fact, this ring originally belonged to me and was given to me by an old friend.

He can be said to be a...humanist. He believes that we vampires are passers-by in this world and should respect you humans and ancient races." His tone was full of nostalgia when he spoke.

"Respect? Do you mean don't raise us like livestock, or kill us like food?"

"Young man... your words are quite sharp and extreme, but basically correct. This is why I gave the ring to Dettlaff, to remind him of the ideas supported by my old friend."

"Of course I have a reason to be sharp and extreme. Oriana!

Regis, although I haven't seen her in person, I saw the orphanage she sponsored!"

Putting the ring down with a click, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ah... So that's it, humans are like semi-grazing livestock? Is it because the mutation time is still short, or does the child's situation arouse your empathy?"

Victor raised his eyebrows and did not answer.

"Incredible! You discovered her through your prophetic ability? Logically, her lurking is impeccable." Sitting back in the recliner, the senior vampire picked up the mandragora wine flask on the ground, took a sip, and pushed it in front of the witcher.

"I admit... Oriana is my friend. We have known each other for many years, although I do not completely agree with her ideas. But she is not a bloodthirsty person, so we are still friends.

Although it is cunning to say this, her actions can be interpreted as a transaction. Would it make you feel better if you think so?"

"Tsk tsk! Is it like the concept of parasitic schistosomes, leeches or mosquito bites?"

"From the perspective of a high-level vampire, I tend to interpret it as the concept of humans raising cattle, and do it with more warmth and love than humans, at least they will not be slaughtered and eaten.

But I don't mind you thinking that way, as long as you don't say it in front of Oriana. She thinks she is a loving mother, and getting angry is not a joke!"

"High-level vampire?"

"High-level vampire."

Calculating the cost of getting rid of her, the possible resistance, and the happy children in the orphanage, the witcher picked up the mandragora wine bottle, took a gulp, and pushed it back to the opposite side.

"Come to think of it, can't you just summon Dettlaff? You are both high-level vampires, and you are connected by blood. Is there any way..."

Regis was a little embarrassed with a bitter face, "To be honest, there is indeed a way. But believe me, we'd better not even consider it. It is a last resort."

Victor stared at him with shining eyes.

After a moment of hesitation, Regis turned his head to glance at the goat specimens decorating the tomb, "Alas... There is a creature that can summon Dettlaff. He has the right, and even the ability, to force him to show up at a designated location.

But just contacting this creature is no different from walking a tightrope in a boiling volcano. It is extremely dangerous for both you and me, and I don't want to take this risk. So let's return to the water of resonance, okay?"

Through the vague hint of the high-level vampire, the witcher immediately found the answer from the prophet's memory-"Shadow Elder", a name that does not exist in any document record, a real secret of the vampire clan.

When Victor thought of his experience dealing with the elder when he played Geralt, he took a breath.

Facing the moody tyrant, Geralt's survival was definitely a miracle given by the screenwriter... This route was directly rejected.

The young man changed the subject briskly, "Let's talk about the water of resonance! Covenelli spent half his life proving his theory. I guess it's not easy to make the water of resonance?"

"You're right. In addition to Dettlaff's body tissue, we also need a strong occipital lobe stimulant, which is a potion that enhances clairvoyance."

Standing up and walking to the bookshelf, Regis opened the literature and looked it up, "Let me see. There are several raw materials to choose from, but unfortunately they are all very rare...

Grayhead mushroom powder, a mushroom that disappeared two centuries ago. The saliva of the spotted demon is also Yes, but the eyes are the same as gorgeous. They are people -like creatures. I guess you don't want to dig their eyes. "The facts are better than the argument. The alchemist takes out a spare saliva from the herbal bag, a small bag of gray head mushroom powder, and a few dry and withered goblin eyes. The spleen monster saliva comes from Ms. Marin, the kitchen mother of the Corion Manor. She was once cursed into a monster. The ghost boiled soup was all packed in test tubes and stood in her herbal bag. After the demonstration, Victor took back the goblin's eyeball and the striped demon's saliva. "Since you want to refine the water of resonance for me to drink, it's better not to use the eyeball and saliva. It doesn't feel very good."

"Humans... Humans have wonderful persistence." The vampire smiled and took the powder of the gray-headed mushroom and sniffed it. "Perfect quality. You are a very good alchemist. It is a joy to see this plant again.

Ah~ Please don't mind. When life is too long, you often can't help but sigh at the brevity of things."

The witcher touched the stubble on his chin, "Regis, before starting to refine the water of resonance, I actually have a small request. I hope you can satisfy me..."

Then the young man described his request in detail and the reason why he wanted to do so. The idea was readily agreed by the high-level vampire.

"Since this is the case, let's go outside now without delay." Putting the powder of the gray-headed mushroom back on the table, the broken claw next to it was still slightly wriggling, and Regis walked out of the tomb first.

"Wait, let's go back to the forest. Is it okay for Angouleme to sleep here? Will other monsters pass by?" Victor asked.

The girl was lying in a luxurious coffin, breathing evenly, enjoying a sweet and comfortable sleep time.

The high-level vampire chuckled, "Don't worry, this tomb is all my territory, filled with my aura. Not to mention ordinary monsters, even mice or insects dare not appear here."

Victor was relieved after getting the guarantee.

However, fearing that Angouleme might catch a cold, he took out a white cloth and gently covered her with it, and then followed Regis away.

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