Witcher's Atelier

The witcher and the vampire washed the blood by the lake.

"Hiss... I said you two should just spar, but you've got blood all over the floor! Is it necessary to be so serious?" Angouleme muttered, "And Regis, is it really okay that you got such a big hole in your chest?"

Victor didn't bother to pay attention to the girl as he kept cleaning his hands.

Regis patted her back soothingly, "Don't worry about my injuries, Wick didn't apply sword oil or potions. Look! The wound has closed and is healing."

The vitality of the high-level vampire is really amazing. After resting for dozens of minutes, the penetrating wound caused by the dagger now looks well recovered, and only the damaged bloodstained clothes need to be changed.

On the contrary, the witcher has a dazzling array of scratches all over his body. Although he drank the swallow potion and applied external compresses, it will take at least twelve hours to recover.

Recalling the battle process, Victor tied the bandage tightly to stop the bleeding.

This was not the most dangerous battle he had ever experienced, after all, his life was not in danger, but his opponent was definitely the strongest one.

In the past, he usually relied on lightning reflexes, faster speed and stronger strength to suppress his opponent's excellent skills.

But fighting against high-level vampires, the situation was completely opposite. When both speed and strength were suppressed, he was able to hold on completely relying on his comprehensive swordsmanship.

It was a very valuable experience, a very beneficial tempering, and it allowed the witcher to experience the distance between him and high-level vampires.

According to Regis, because of the blood essence he paid to revive his companions, Dettlaff is now in a weak state, but it is much better than his dying state anyway.

Yes. That's right. The mighty old man who beat himself to the point of almost crouching with his head in his arms evaluated himself as being in a dying state.

People's physiques really can't be generalized, so if you can negotiate, you should give priority to negotiation!

After putting on his coat, he stretched his limbs. "Let's start making the water of resonance next?"

"No," Regis shook his head and denied. "In fact, we still need some raw materials. I wanted to try to use other items instead, but the battle with you made my blood boil. Why don't we just go and solve this matter directly?"

The herbalist's attitude was gentle and cheerful. The witcher had no objection to his idea, and the girl apprentice certainly had no objection.

So after they left, the lakeside returned to peace.

...

A breeze blew over the water, disturbing the moonlight at the bottom of the lake.

The cicadas cried in the autumn night. This is the palace garden of the capital city of Beauclair.

Horace Funes, the eldest son of the vice president of the Oak Barrel Cooper Guild.

As a well-known "second generation of barrel coopers", he always felt that he was a man who had seen the world. Compared with his good friend, Guillaume Launfar, who often fell in love, he at least lived up to the name of the second generation. He was a capable and capable young man.

But now he admitted that he was still too young, like a young man, and dared not look up and look directly at the woman in front of him. It was just because she was too beautiful and too sharp.

The woman who was concentrating on reading the files by the pool, with black wavy hair falling naturally, plump thick lips, a small mole at the corner of her mouth, black and white mixed clothes and high arrogance, made her look like a killer whale patrolling in the deep sea.

There was never a moment when he hoped so much that the "enlightened lady" would appear as soon as possible, or that the captain of the principality, Damien, would come to rescue him, as long as he could not be alone with her.

Because the fragrance of lilac and currant flowers filled his nose, Horace felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling depressed in his chest and having difficulty breathing.

Could this be the ideal type I admire! ?

Perhaps God heard his prayers, and his entanglement did not last too long. There were footsteps at the entrance of the garden,

Archduke Anna Henrietta appeared gracefully, accompanied by the captain of the guard, Damien Tour.

Seeing the two, Horace bowed quickly and left the garden as if he had been pardoned.

Noticing the vice-captain's embarrassed posture when he left, Anaietta raised her eyebrows: "Sorceress, what did you do to him?"

The woman with the scent of cloves and gooseberries smiled charmingly, "Enlightened lady, I didn't do anything. I didn't even talk to him. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to ask the young man?"

Ananetta frowned. At first impression: she didn't like this woman. That kind of aggressive beauty reminded her of the female night demon and other bad women who tempted Dandelion.

Waving her hand, the baroness decided not to pursue it. After all, this sorceress was sent by her cousin Emhyr. Emreis to help her fight the evil beast. The Third Northern War was in the ascendant, and it was not easy for him to still think about his sister's distress.

"Sorceress, tell me your name?"

"Yennefer, Yennefer of Fangerburg."

"Okay! Yennefer, what help can you provide me with about the evil beast? And do you know Fringilla Vigo? Do you know what she is busy with in the Golden Tower City?"

Fringilla? She was lucky, living in the luxury suite she had used before, enjoying the treatment of being under house arrest. It was very appropriate to describe her as lucky. If she had not been related, she would have suffered the same fate as Ashley, and been executed by "the white flames dancing on the enemy's grave."

The sorceress mocked in her heart, and put on a playful smile, "I did meet Ms. Wei Ge, but unfortunately I don't know her whereabouts. His Majesty the Emperor seems to have other important arrangements for her.

As for how to hunt down the evil beast that murdered the noble knight. Before His Highness came over, I had just finished reading the confidential file on the inference of the "Five Virtues Crime".

I have to say that the person who proposed this view is very imaginative, and is a less stupid fool among countless fools. I hope to meet this dragonborn, witcher, or Viscount Corleone as soon as possible? Whatever it is, the key is as soon as possible. "

"Ahem, I'm afraid it won't go as you wish about this matter," the captain of the guard, Damien, said stiffly: "Victor finished the testimony this morning and said that there is still some time before the next incident. After that, he left the city to investigate. No one knows where they are now. "

Damien didn't like this sorceress. He didn't like her at first impression. It's not that he has prejudice against the sorceress, but because of the implicit arrogance revealed in her conversation with the Archduke.

Just like now, "So you can't find him! ? God, I have to say that the enlightened lady is too tolerant.

Then follow the local customs. I beg Your Highness to grant me a comfortable room, including a bed with moderate hardness and clean hot water. The long journey has made my hair tangled together, and I need to comb it as soon as possible.

Then starting from tomorrow, I will consult several knights who have had encounters with Victor in turn, looking for clues of the evil beast. "

Feeling a little choked by the sorceress, Anaietta took a deep breath, "Whatever you do, I just want this to end as soon as possible!"

The woman named Yennefer touched her chest and nodded: "As you wish."

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