Witcher's Atelier

The roadblock was removed, and the iron door of the Zion Vanilli Bank slowly opened a gap. The captain of the Principality Guard held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and cautiously signaled the witcher to go in quickly from behind the door.

"I'm so glad to see you're still alive, Captain Damien!" The witcher smiled, put the slash back into the scabbard on his back, and walked into the bank leisurely.

The iron door slammed shut, and Victor was focused on by the admiring eyes of countless soldiers, including the captain of the Principality Guard.

He touched his bald head covered with scars, "Oh my God! It's incredible. These five shits almost killed half of my men, and you solved them all by yourself.

Victor, I can't describe my sincere gratitude to you in words. If I wasn't covered in dirt now, I really want to hug you tightly and kiss you!"

"Please, even if I'm not covered in dirt, even if I've sprayed perfume, don't kiss me." The witcher stepped forward and gently hugged the other party.

Since arriving in Toussaint a year ago, Damien, the bald man, has been serious and sometimes stubborn, but he has always been quite friendly to the young Victor.

Letting go of the captain of the guard, he patted his arm, "Take advantage of the fact that there are no monsters for the time being, and lead your men to retreat back to the palace!"

"But it is my responsibility to protect this city." Damien, whose half of his face was disfigured by claws, responded seriously.

Victor frowned, "Captain... Leading your men to die won't help the city. Do you remember what I said in the palace last time?

It doesn't matter if you forget. I can say it again: facing these monsters that are good at street fighting, your men have no chance without preparation.

And what preparations do you need?

First of all, silver-plated products are very effective against vampires. In addition, before I separated from Horace this morning, I gave him a few bottles of vampire sword oil and basic formulas. In the current situation, I bet he is desperately squeezing the alchemist to make them.

Applying sword oil on weapons can effectively increase the killing power and reduce the monster's recovery speed. It is easy to imagine how big the difference is.

So, sir, it is not shameful to give in temporarily, but to pursue a better victory!"

Moved by the words of the witcher, the captain of the guard turned his head and looked at his men. These elites that he was once proud of were now all dejected.

Obviously, the ferocity and cruelty of the bloodthirsty monsters have destroyed everyone's morale. He knew that they really needed encouragement and rest at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, Damien announced loudly, "Everyone listen up, take care of the wounded, and start retreating!"

This instruction was instantly supported by all the soldiers present, and they all began to act.

After successfully persuading the captain of the guard to turn back, the witcher, who was relieved, finally had the mind to observe the bank hall, but at this moment, a corpse placed on the ground made him silent for a moment.

Although the remains were covered with canvas, the emblem on the knight's shield next to it: a black bull's head in the white snowfield, clearly explained the identity of the victim below.

Thinking of the encounter at the Petrified Cockatrice Hotel when he first arrived in Toussaint, the bearded and generous knight──the original victim of the Five Virtues Crime "Brave" actually fell here, the young man couldn't help but look gloomy.

Hearing Damien's footsteps approaching from behind, Victor said in a low voice, "If I recognize the emblem correctly, Sir Pera Perrin... when did he come back?"

The captain of the guard also had a hoarse voice, "He just came back today... You know, because of the Five Virtues crime, Milton was suspected of harming the eldest princess, and the enlightened lady asked him to postpone entering the palace.

As a result, when the vampires began to attack, he joined the team and fought desperately at the forefront, risking his life as if he was looking for an opportunity to die."

Easily understanding the old knight's awareness, Victor raised his chin slightly and sang in the tone of a bard, "Ah! Milton de Pera Perrin, he died on the road of heroic charge... worthy of the knight's oath."

"Yes, that's right, I will inform the baroness of his heroic sacrifice and clear his damaged reputation." Damien nodded and promised.

"Be careful of vampires and vampire banshees. Although they look like women, they move quickly and emit shocking screams, which are very threatening. Bombs filled with silver powder can prevent them from being invisible."

"Thank you for your explanation, Wick. What about you? What are you going to do next?"

"Although it doesn't look like it, I'm looking for Dettlaff."

"Lebioda, I hope you can succeed and bring back that bastard's head on a pole."

"It's not that simple. The reason I stayed here is because I need your help. Demiel, I have to find Sianna."

The captain of the guards' face changed, "You haven't given up the idea of ​​letting her meet the vampire? Victor, you know very well The Baroness's decision."

"I know it very well, but it doesn't mean I have to cooperate, especially now that I have no choice!"

"You may not cooperate, but I can't. I swore to be loyal to His Highness until death."

Victor opened his hands, "Hey! Damien, look around us, how many people died tonight? All the tragedies happened just for one person, is it really worth it?"

Tilting his head and being silent for a moment, the captain of the guards whispered, "If His Highness knew that I helped you, I would definitely lose my head!"

The witcher shrugged his shoulders, "If the final result is bad, I won't be much better. For Lebioda's sake, give me some hints, be a little flexible... just like you let me go this morning."

Teams of soldiers were leaving from the front door one after another. The once solemn, glamorous and bustling bank lobby gradually became empty, with only corpses and bloodstains left.

Staring down at the body of Sir Pera Perrin and the shield of the Snow Bull, Damien gripped the hilt of his sword, "The last time I saw Lady Sianna was the morning before yesterday.

After receiving Dettlaff's threat, the furious Baroness said she would protect her sister and took her to the entertainment room in the palace. It was where they placed dolls and played games when they were young...

Strangely, not long after, only Anaietta came out, Sianna did not appear, and the eldest princess disappeared from the palace without a trace."

Combining the captain's statement with his past life memories, Victor finally remembered this plot clearly, and had no doubt about the other party's guidance, "Yes, this is it, it turned out to be the entertainment room... Damien, thank you, I promised you I would do my best. Now tell me the specific location of that room."

"I'm not saying this for you, I'm helping Beauclair, at least I hope it helps."

"I promise, I promise with my knight's honor, this conversation is a little secret between the two of us, and Your Highness will never know about it."

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