Witcher's Atelier

At noon, Beauclair Palace. White stone corridor. In front of the knight statue.

"Hey! What are you doing? Tell them to put me down, don't you hear me? Put me down!" Ignoring the victim's angry roar, Horace bowed to Captain Damien and then commanded his men──four The sturdy man carried Victor step by step away from the palace gate guarded by armored guards like he was carrying a coffin.

The group of coffin bearers carried him out of the White Stone Corridor until they approached Loliville Square in Hauteville (uptown), before the deputy captain asked his men to put the witcher down.

Facing the dissatisfied Victor, he waved his subordinates to take a few steps back. Horace raised his head and sighed, "My final warning to you, dear Sir Corleone, please stop your alarmism and stop spreading baseless rumors." !”

"You know this is not a rumor! It is the professional judgment of the witcher, coupled with the foresight of the prophet!"

"No matter what you want to say, when an enlightened lady doesn't want to hear what you say and tells you to get away as far as you want, it's just a baseless rumor."

"Sit back and watch the disaster happen. Do you know that you are committing a crime?"

"If I hadn't had someone carry you away, you would have committed a crime and even gone to jail!"

Being pushed back and speechless, Victor knew that Horace was right, and Damien was giving him face. After all, the enlightened lady’s original words were: “Send that big pig head to the cell and let him calm down!”

The vice-captain scratched the tail of his hair, "I told you on the way here that the high-level vampire's 'ultimatum' approach completely angered Her Highness the Baroness.

Not to mention handing over the long-lost sister, even if it is just to extort property, the principality will never give in to the threat! Absolutely impossible!

And whether I accompany you to the palace to ask for an audience, or Damien asks you to leave like this, it can be regarded as a bet on our careers.

I can guarantee that even Sebastian, the butler who helped you with your message, will suffer a bit this time.

Trust me, you tried your best. Even if the prophecy does come true, you have tried your best! Now you can go and find a place to have a hot meal and take a nap to recharge your batteries.

I sincerely hope that the bad scenario you mentioned doesn't come true, but if this 'teething night' does happen, please come and save us. Thanks! ” Horace clasped his hands together.

Shaking his head and sighing, the witcher took out a few jars of potions from the herbal bag and handed them to the deputy captain, "Vampire sword oil. Applying it to the weapon can effectively increase the damage. Make sure your men are fully armed after sunset. If I fail to stop things, If it happens, just hold on until I find a way to save you!"

After taking the alchemy product, Horace stared at Victor walking away.

The autumn sunshine is shining brightly, and the Hauteville district is bustling and peaceful. The vice-captain's deep hopes for the witcher were all unfounded.

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Those who see through fate must endure the torture of fate.

──"The Secret of Solitaire" by Jostan. Judd

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Rushing to the port area from Hauteville, he bought two barbecued buns along the way to satisfy his hunger. The witcher knocked off the door lock and broke into the rocking horse toy store.

He came here to look for traces of Regis.

When I arrived here half a month ago, the toy display rack and the table for repairing toys were covered with a thin layer of dust.

However, in the exhibition area on the second floor, the witcher saw a second set of footprints outside the herbalist, which proved that the "evil beast" had come back here and that the two high-level vampires had a conversation.

So they talked, then Regis disappeared, and Dettlaff showed up during the siege of Castle Tantain... What happened in the middle?

Victor punched the wall.

No matter what, when Dettlaff saw Xianna and was sure to be deceived, perhaps Toussaint was destined to suffer this fate.

It is said that each high-level vampire is unique and has their own unique abilities, such as the herbalist Regis, who can communicate with crows; and Dettlaff. Fan. Germany. Eretin, with his strong will, he can command low-level vampires to fight.

Tonight is the "Night of the Tusk", and Dettlaff will summon countless low-level vampires to attack Beauclair from all directions, using claws and fangs to make the city's civilians bleed like rivers.

Slumping into the lounge chair, Victor opened the music box and let the melodious melody flow out.

He didn't like this, but there seemed to be nothing he could do.

Think again, think again, is there any other way?

The witcher covered his face with his hands...

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If you are not prepared to fight fate, fate will show its power.

──Niccolò Machiavelli

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In the afternoon, a luxurious banquet called "Mandrogola" belonging to artists was being held in a mansion in the Hauteville district. Participants were required to dress appropriately and wear masks.

In front of the hidden but impressive iron gate in the alley.

The witcher, wearing heavy armor and a silver fox mask on his face, was communicating verbally with the waiter guarding the door.

"Uh... Sir, I'm sorry, this is a private party. Please show me your invitation. I can't let you in without an invitation."

"I thought Mandrogora welcomed artists like me the most, so I dressed up as a witcher. Don't you see how I look like this?"

The speechless waiter signaled the five guards next to him with his eyes, ready to let them drive this guy away. It was not uncommon for people like this to try to sneak into high-class banquets with fancy clothes.

Victor blinked when he noticed the other party's movements. When he clenched his fist and prepared to persuade them physically, a familiar voice came from behind him, "Stop your rude behavior, it will make you lose your job. This gentleman came with me."

The slender lady in a light green fitted dress and a butterfly mask waved away the followers behind her, walked to the side of the witcher, hugged his arm in her arms, and handed out the invitation with her right hand.

Miss Butterfly is Vivienne Tabris. The mask cannot prevent the witcher from judging the other party's identity. The key point is that she did not change her perfume.

And she also recognized that the person under the silver fox mask was Victor Corleone just by listening to the voice. The clothes and body shape contributed to it.

After checking the invitation, the waiter and the guard bowed deeply to apologize and let the two of them calmly pass through the iron gate and enter the banquet venue.

This artist's feast was held in a bright and spacious garden. There was an unlimited buffet next to the fountain. Some people were chanting poems, there were graceful dance performances, and there were wonderful circus magic, just like a large garden party.

In the numerous small boxes next to the garden, there are also many wonderful activities, such as drug abuse, body painting, nude sketching and piston movement, etc. Those subtle sounds and smells are all invisible to the extraordinary five senses.

Ignoring the carnival atmosphere in front of her, Vivienne tightly held Victor's arm, "Dear Wick, can I know what you are doing here?"

"I came here to find someone, someone who might be able to prevent the disaster tonight. Ms. Tabris, who is well-informed, doesn't she know that I went to the palace this morning?"

"Of course I know, the baroness was so angry that she scolded Sebastian. What on earth are you thinking? You actually hope that His Highness will let you take the eldest princess to face the vampire! That is the Toussaint beast, an evil monster that has killed three people!"

"Dettlaff did kill three people, but it was under the order of Ms. Sianna!" Victor sarcastically said, "And I will protect her. With Ms. Yennefer and I protecting her, it's not that we can't talk about it..." As he spoke, his voice gradually became smaller, because Vivienne was tilting her head and looking at a fool.

"I have been accompanying the baroness since she was twelve years old, so I can tell you clearly that her highness has never forgotten her sister. Now that the princess has finally returned to her side, your idea is not feasible at all!"

Breaking away from her embrace, he took ham and avocado from the cold cuts, as well as a glass of Bresse's Coast, and stuffed them into his mouth in a few seconds.

"Whether it is feasible or not is one thing, and whether you try it is another!"

When the witcher was about to leave, the court maid said softly, "Don't be like this... I believe you, Wick. I believe whatever you say. Is there anything I can help with?"

Victor turned his head to look at Vivienne. Perhaps because of the gems inlaid next to the butterfly mask, her eyes looked sparkling.

"It's great that you are willing to help. I need to find Ms. Oliana, the sponsor of this Mandragora. I need to talk to her about something urgent."

Hearing the witcher's request, Vivienne held Victor's hand and took an orange and put it in his palm, "No problem, wait for me here and don't leave. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, she turned around and walked with lotus steps. She quickly found a few ladies in gorgeous clothes to chat with, and then disappeared in the crowd.

The witcher had never participated in the Mandragora banquet, so of course no one knew him. Professional matters were left to professionals. He stayed quietly in place waiting for the court ladies.

...

People with something on their minds had no intention of participating in the fun. Declining the invitations of several ladies who coveted his excellent figure and special clothes and wanted to try something new, the witcher peeled the orange and ate it sweetly.

After a while. Vivienne returned to Victor's side, took his hand and walked inside.

They crossed half of the square and went up to the second floor through the stairs. There were several masked guards standing in front of the stairs from the second floor to the third floor.

They were fully armed, but no one came out to block the way when they saw Vivienne's butterfly mask.

In this way, Ms. Tabriz led the witcher to the third floor and pushed open the magnificent and solid wooden door. In the room, there was a blue-eyed, red-haired, elegant woman leaning against the window overlooking the bustling scene below.

The woman was not wearing a mask, and her short hair was simply fixed with a silk rope. Hearing the sound of the two people entering the room, she looked sideways, and several lit sky lanterns happened to float past the window, and the candlelight was stunningly beautiful.

Oriana wore a black lace dress and a dark red shawl, with a pearl necklace and three fist-sized jade decorations hanging around her snow-white neck.

Facing this lady, Victor's wolf badge in his clothes was calm, but perhaps because of preconceived ideas, his keen mind seemed to be able to detect some invisible momentum.

"Wow, what a surprise! The first man our lovely little Vivienne brought to me for identification turned out to be a demon hunter. Is he the famous Viscount Duvakin Victor Corleone? I heard that their tribe is very good in bed. How did you feel after trying it?"

"Oh, dear Ms. Oriana, you have misunderstood. The relationship between Victor and me is not that kind of relationship. It is purer and more spiritual." Tabris said calmly. If the butterfly mask had not failed to cover the rosy cheeks, her response would have been impeccable.

Walking to the wine cabinet, Oriana took three wine glasses from the shelf and smiled, "Spiritual? Then maybe you don't mind letting me try the body first? I want to know how good he is!"

"No!" Vivienne simply refused.

"Sorry!" Victor interrupted their relaxed joking time, "But I have something very important and I want to communicate with Ms. Oriana 'alone'."

The witcher's tone emphasized the word "lone".

"It's very rude to want to talk about business without even being willing to offer a glass of wine." Oriana raised her index finger and shook it gently, "My dear, how about the 65-year-old Dongzhidong? It's sweet and sweet. A little sour, like the taste of first love?”

Victor's tone was low, "Sorry! Ms. Oriana, but the matter is really urgent, there are only two hours left before sunset.

And Vivienne, please return to the palace as soon as possible if you can, and stay in a safe place tonight and don't come out. "

The witcher's violent words completely destroyed the friendly and harmonious atmosphere. The palace maid met his eyes for a moment, then turned to the hostess and raised her skirt to greet her, "Olianna, I'm sorry that I feel a little uncomfortable today. I need to go back to the palace to rest first."

Licking her upper lip lightly with her tongue and showing a mysterious smile, Oriana put a wine glass back on the shelf, "It doesn't matter. I'm glad you came here today anyway. I hope you can have fun next time."

After Vivienne left, Oriana came to the center of the room carrying two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Victor.

"You just kicked a hostess away in front of her guests! I hope you really have a reason for doing this, otherwise I will be very unhappy."

"The reason is very simple. Oriana is a member of the oldest family in the principality and is also a high-level vampire. I need you to help me find Delav Eretin!"

The blood red in the blue pupils flashed away, and the hostess narrowed her eyes, "I don't know what you are talking about? Rude witcher!"

"Regis disappeared in the rocking horse toy store. Pay attention to the shape of my mouth. The name I said is Emile, Regis, the guy who usually pretends to be a herbalist. And that toy store, as a high-level vampire of Beauclair One member, you definitely know who it belongs to!”

The blood in her pupils became thicker and thicker. Oriana picked up the wine glass and swallowed "East of the East". Her fair neck twitched and the wine was as red as blood.

"So it was Regis who told you my identity?"

"No, I will know because I am a prophet. And I also know more things, so many that I don't know where to start at the moment... so many that I have to talk to you in such a rude way."

Wiping the corners of her mouth with a silk scarf, she stretched out her index finger and gently poked the witcher's chest, "Viscount Corleone, whether it's true or not, you are a nuisance, very, very annoying. Now I'll give you five minutes. Time will tell, why should I help you?"

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