Witcher's Atelier

In the afternoon, a leaf tells the story of autumn, floating on the water, in the Beauclair Palace. In the pavilion by the lake.

Lady Vivienne Tabris, the most beautiful maid in Toussaint, is now in an awkward and embarrassing situation.

Her well-tailored green dress easily betrays her body's slight trembling. Her hands folded in front of her belly twisted her handkerchief, and she staggered and tried to pretend to be about to faint.

It is said that Sir Malfaro was caught with a shoulder injury last month and fainted on the spot without explanation, and then Lady Malfaro forgave him.

Vivienne hoped that the person in front of her could also give her some sympathy.

But unfortunately, this hateful sorceress has a heart as hard as iron and stone. Not only does she not have any sympathy, but she even smiles intriguingly.

"Don't stop, keep talking, Miss Tabris, I'm very interested in what you say." Yennefer of Fangerburg crossed her legs and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

The sorceress wore a black and white trouser suit, and her violet pupils seemed to have a kind of magic, sucking Vivienne's eyes tightly.

"You know very well... just like your respectable lady Fringilla, lying is meaningless to people like us, and I can easily see through all your lies.

So Vivienne, don't be vague, honesty is the best policy.

Tell me clearly, what did he do when you went to the lake to remove the curse? And he limited the curse to a certain part of your body, where?

Well... there is no trace from the appearance... Oh! Let me guess, could the considerate Viscount Corleone hide the secret in your skirt?

If you don't want me to take off your skirt here to verify, so that your cute and perky little buttocks can enjoy the cool natural feeling of the breeze, you'd better confess everything I want to know!"

Seeing that Tabris was forced to shed pearl-like tears, Yennefer didn't sympathize with this little girl at all, how could this be? There was no one else around the pavilion, so even if she really showed her buttocks, it wouldn't matter.

The sorceress was now much more interested in Victor than when she asked. At first, she only learned from the files of the Imperial Intelligence Agency that he was said to have had contact with the missing Ciri, and they were suspected to be siblings?

But after a field investigation, she found that in addition to the normal demon hunting business, he was also a skilled knight champion, and relied on magical winemaking technology to become the Viscount of Red Wine.

What surprised Yennefer the most was that the demon hunter used some means to resonate with the curse of more than ten years ago by the magical lake, thereby limiting the curse.

You know, the magic sense required to sort out the flow of magic is very amazing, which was not mentioned in the report shown to her by the intelligence agency.

Yennefer was not familiar with the classification of factions of demon hunter mutations, but she was sure that Geralt could not do this kind of resonance, and even she needed to think about it for a long time. But the young demon hunter seemed to be doing it with ease, and Vivienne's body now had no magic reaction.

According to Miss Tabris's description of the cursed state before, it was a miracle that she could stand so gracefully now.

So such a lucky girl cannot let her life go smoothly. It is a good thing for her to be forced and frustrated a little!

...

And just when the sorceress was torturing the court maid.

In the torture room of Deshamuna in the far south.

"Roar! Woo! Bang! Roar Woo Woo Bang!" The roars and collisions were endless, coming from the birdcage suspended in the air.

Angouleme twisted her waist and cut off the head of the sneak attacking ghoul with a sword, letting its dirty blood drip into the ditch on the ground.

So far, this is the last monster.

Countless monster limbs were scattered at the feet, "Wick, is this enough?" Angouleme panted with the steel sword propped on the ground.

This prepared slaughter, with the help of traps and potions, was not difficult, but the number of enemies was large and the physical strength consumption was quite intense.

There were also countless monster corpses scattered around his feet. Victor looked calm and collected. He looked up at the birdcage hanging in the sky.

Regis inside was almost no longer in human form, but a beast. His shockingly violent and murderous nature filled the entire torture room with an unpleasant atmosphere.

"It should be almost done..." The witcher nodded.

The two of them joined forces to rotate the winch and lower the birdcage suspended in the air.

After falling back to the ground, the roar of the monster in the cage did not stop. It continued to hit the railings as thick as a child's arm. If it were not for the special alloy that completely sealed its ability to transform, it would have turned into mist and escaped and started a killing spree.

Noticing that Angouleme's face was not looking good, Victor understood the reason after a little thought.

After all, she had been with Regis for a long time, and they had experienced life and death adventures together in the past "Searching for Girls Team". Now seeing the kind and lovely uncle become like this, of course she would feel uncomfortable.

The witcher made a gesture to drive him away, "You go up first and wait for us... I'll take care of the next thing. I'll stay here with him until he regains consciousness."

Amid the frantic roars in the background, the girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded and left.

Things became simpler afterwards. Victor respected and admired Regis, but he didn't invest too much emotion in him.

He originally wanted to bleed the high-level vampire from behind, but no matter how he went around, the creature in the cage would turn around and stare at him closely with its animal eyes. The witcher had no choice but to stab it cleanly from the front and collect the blood through the blood trough.

Of course, during the whole blood-drawing process, the other party also fully demonstrated its anger, which was not a pleasant memory for the creatures in or outside the cage.

After the end.

Victor was sitting next to Regis across the birdcage, closing his eyes and meditating.

The torture in Deshamu came to an end, and the one in the Beauclair Palace was also coming to an end.

Autumn is not as hot as summer, and the pavilion by the lake is particularly comfortable.

Unfortunately, Miss Vivienne Tabris failed to live up to the gift of the weather. Now her cheeks are swollen and her whole body is sweating, and the handkerchief she is holding is almost torn by her.

"Relax, dear, you stuttered, I will repeat it now, see if I understand it wrong."

With an ambiguous smile on her lips, Yennefer's violet pupils sparkled.

"According to what you said just now, after the curse was lifted, you opened your bare hands and invited him. But he said you were too young and politely rejected your request for love?"

Shaking, Vivienne stammered and nodded lightly.

Looking at the stunning beauty of the palace maid, Yennefer couldn't believe her ears. She thought it would be fun to laugh and joke with such a young and beautiful girl. The young and strong witcher actually refused. This was completely unmagical and unreasonable.

Could it be that... Victor Corleone was impotent or liked men? The records of entering and leaving the technical academy left by various countries were just disguises?

This was a very reasonable answer, explaining why his daughter Ciri, who was extremely wary of men and even hated them, looked at him differently...

"If what you said is true, then you are still a Chu woman now?" She asked casually.

Her body softened, and Vivienne really fainted.

Instantly waving her hand and holding her up with a spell, Yennefer sent her to the recliner to rest, chuckling comfortably.

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