Witcher's Atelier

Looking around, the vague and noisy noise attracted the attention of Victor and Regis. Following the source of the sound, they turned around the alley and found a medium-sized open space.

Pushing his sunglasses, the witcher noticed a shoe-shining stall in the corner, which was equipped with large and comfortable backrest chairs for customers to sit on and enjoy the service.

The waiter in charge of shoe-shining, with a small wallet hanging on his chest and wearing a dark red canvas short coat that is resistant to dirt, is a short boy of ten to twelve years old with a dusty face - the person who frequently appears in Dettlaff's memory.

He has plump apple cheeks and looks like he is in trouble. He is surrounded and accused by five burly men.

"Son! How do you explain that there is excrement up to the ankles here, whether it is raining for a week or sunny days!" the leading burly man cursed.

The little boy spread his hands innocently, "Sir, you can't blame me for the ever-changing weather in Beauclair!"

"The weather changes so fast? I saw it with my own eyes! You empty the chamber pot in front of our store every morning and dirty other people's boots so that you can have business!" The people next to him echoed.

"No, no, no, this conspiracy theory is too ridiculous, gentlemen..." The little boy shook his hands repeatedly.

"You will soon know what is ridiculous! Come here!"

After that, several strong men trapped the boy in a corner, rolled up their sleeves and prepared to teach him a lesson.

Watching this scene, from Victor's value point of view, this behavior of dumping excrement in front of other people's homes, in the end, deserves to be severely punished. However, it is hard to say how serious these strong men were... Besides, life is never easy, and young people are worth encouraging to be self-reliant.

"Let him go this time, he is still a child! Teach him a lesson next time?" The witcher spoke to stop him.

The leading burly man glared, "Who the hell are you? What right do you have to take care of our business?"

"Uh... Actually I'm his father. Don't even think about touching him. I won't let you do that." Victor shrugged.

The people next to him cursed, "Listen to your bullshit! I know his father, he's also a liar, the father and son are the same!"

"Get out of here, you stinky tramp! I'm going to teach him what honesty is! Don't even think about dumping excrement in front of our store to attract customers!" The leader waved his fist.

Stunned by the other party's calling him a stinky tramp, Victor looked at his clothes and found that after the battle in the Deshamuna Castle and a few days of eating and sleeping in the open, his appearance was indeed not decent.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, just a gorgeous and exquisite appearance would be enough to remind them of courtesy.

Blinking his eyes, he snapped his fingers, making a crackling sound, "How about this, can you control your strength and beat him gently and lightly, I still have some questions to ask him later?"

"Shut up your shit-spraying dog mouth! Otherwise we will beat you too, one more doesn't matter anyway!" The strong man who supported him raised his hand to threaten.

It has been a long time since he turned into Batman. Faced with such a sudden provocation, Victor suddenly felt the desire to beat someone up.

Taking off his sunglasses and showing a smile that deserves a beating, the witcher spread his hands and made a gesture of letting the horse come over, "In this case, no need to bother! You all come together! I'm in a hurry!"

"Tsk! Blond puppy, I'm going to smash your face!"

"Beat this nosy guy first!"

"Teach him a lesson and don't help liars in the future!"

Several brave and fearless strong men rushed forward.

Fighting! It's easy to get hit in a fist-and-foot fight, but Victor doesn't care. His ability to resist blows is completely different from that of normal people.

As long as the vital parts are not hit, the opponent's attacks can be ignored, just like being beaten by five lightning whips, at most suffering some internal injuries that will surely kill him in the next few thousand years.

But he can slowly choose the places with more flesh and more resistance to attack, a left straight kick, a right whip kick, and then a left jab, sending the opponent short and unforgettable pain again and again.

...

Of course, under such a desperate gap.

A fight started vigorously.

A fight ended indifferently.

...

The men who were still mighty and strong a few minutes ago are now all lying on the ground, panting, grinning and groaning.

Victor's attack was restrained, just to make them lose their ability to resist and learn to respect the strong.

At this time, a team of guards from the Principality of Toussaint came to the scene to maintain order. Their shiny armor and clear shouting voices made the people who were originally interested in joining the fight regain their sanity instantly.

"What's going on? Who started the dispute first?" the captain of the guards asked loudly.

With everyone's eyes focused on him, Victor smiled and stepped forward a few steps, handing the warrant that Anaietta had given him to the other party, "Sir, this is my ID, please read it but don't read it out loud."

After reading a few lines, the captain's face changed slightly, and he immediately turned to his subordinates next to him, "Go and inform Vice Captain Horace and Captain Demier that Viscount Corleone has appeared in the port area!" Then he returned the warrant to the witcher, "I'm sorry, sir, please wait outside with us. The vice captain and the captain said that there is something very urgent and they must communicate with you immediately!"

Their words surprised Victor a little. It sounded like there was really something urgent? But he couldn't think of any problem at all.

Glancing at Regis, he found that he had naturally blended into the crowd. When the witcher was looking at him, the herbalist touched his chin, pointed at the shoeshine boy with his index finger, and patted the herbal bag.

Victor immediately understood what Regis meant. He told him to handle the official business, and he would be responsible for dealing with the shoeshine boy, and then meet at the Book Bag Tavern. And with hundreds of years of experience and knowledge of high-level vampires, there was no need to worry that he could not take down the child.

Feeling that there was no need to embarrass the law enforcement officers, the witcher followed them to the street and waited.

Sure enough, not long after, his old friend Horace Funes hurried over with more than 20 more elite men behind him.

This well-known "second-generation barrel" in the city, wearing the standard uniform today - the guard officer suit of the Principality of Toussaint, was happy to see Victor, but his behavior did not seem so friendly at first glance.

Without saying anything, he waved his hand and asked the elite guards to disperse first, surrounding the man in the center, as if to prevent him from running away.

Then the deputy captain's face turned cold, and "Ka Ka" walked in front of the witcher with his hands on his hips, "Don't doubt it, Sir Victor Corleone, your story has been exposed, come with us!"

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