Witcher's Atelier

"A long time ago, there lived a bad witch in the world. Every day after dinner, she would drink a glass of freshly squeezed corpse juice..."

―Karl Schilling, fairy tale and fable writer

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The fight comes so fast like a tornado.

The old witch was from the Air Force, a branch of arms that she had never encountered before. She flew across the sky on a broomstick, and the soup pot poured down hot and smelly golden liquid.

And not only that, she also has subordinates to assist her in launching ground attacks, including two giant thorn demon trees and a magical yellow leopard.

Fortunately, these are not problems. I used Igni to burn two plants, and then used the silver sword to kill the black panther. Victor knocked the old witch in the air to the ground as soon as he fired Alder, and stabbed it cleanly with his backhand silver sword.

The old witch was nailed to the ground. The out-of-control broom beat the witcher desperately, but it was of no use. It soon ran out of magic and fell to the ground.

The battle ended as quickly as a tornado.

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Victor sheathed his sword and looked at the woman in black clothes, who was walking out from behind the kiln. The appearance brought back memories, and the witcher instantly remembered that he had seen her face in the Petrified Cockatrice Hotel a year ago.

With three-dimensional facial features, deep blue eyes and clear eyes, she looked somewhat similar to Anayetta at first glance. Victor dared to say that the other person was undoubtedly Sylvia. Anna.

Besides, regardless of their appearance, there is one thing that the older sister and younger sister are very similar about, that is, their stalwart and broad minds. Even though they don’t use a corset to hold them up, they still hold up the arc of the dome.

The plain moiré top uses gold stitching to outline the lace collar and puff sleeves. It is worn with a silver leather armor and a brown belt. The tight trousers are impressive because of their rounded curves when the back is turned.

Syanna wears no feminine accessories, only a men's leather holster on her belt and an ornate steel sword.

The medium-long black hair is tied into a princess bun at the back of the head, and is combed and parted in the front to make it wavy and fluffy. A little mole on the cheekbone adds to the charm.

"Wonderful battle... Congratulations, Viscount Corleone, you defeated the evil monster and solved the princess's troubles." As she spoke, she came to the side of the evil witch, squatted down and began to search for the remains.

Without interfering with the opponent's actions, the witcher just dusted his knees and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Sianna, but can I ask how you obtained this weapon?"

"It originally belonged to Prince Charming, but he obviously no longer needs the sword, just like the Wicked Witch no longer needs the broom and the soup pot."

Taking out a key from the old witch's body, she hurriedly ran to the kiln. When the iron door clicked open, a little boy whose skin was red from being roasted escaped from inside, coughing.

"Ahem...Thank you for being such a kindhearted person. She almost baked me into a cookie..." The rescued little boy, wearing a green hat decorated with feathers, was so smoked that his eyes were filled with tears. However, after recovering a little, he saw him squatting in front of him. He immediately blurted out: "Xiana? Is that you?"

Knowing what was going to happen next, Victor walked straight to the gingerbread house, stretched out his hand to gently twist the snow-white icing on the roof to taste, and listened to their conversation with only his ears.

Sianna's voice was a mid-bass voice, which sounded very pleasant to the ear. "It's really me. I haven't seen her for several years, Jack."

"You...are you here to play?" the little boy stammered.

"No, don't be nervous, I just want your peas. You know what I'm talking about and you will tell me where it is, right?"

"Syanna, I'm sorry, but I don't have any peas!"

"How dare you lie to me, Jack, maybe you want to play some old games with me? 'One little pig goes to the market, one little pig goes home' or something like that?" Huoran stood up, and the princess forced the boy back to the kiln step by step. furnace.

Shrouded in the shadow of fear, the panicked little boy Jack couldn't bear the pressure and shouted: "I'm telling the truth! I swear! Anayetta...she ordered the peas to be buried everywhere so that you can't leave!"

"Where is it buried?" Xianna pressed in a stern tone.

"I...I don't know! But...Jos, the sheepherding boy Jos should know that he loves to meddle in other people's business!"

"He better know! If he doesn't know, I will come back to you to have a good talk, now get out!"

After asking for the necessary information and watching the little boy Jack run away like a bereaved dog, Sianna pursed her lips and turned to the witcher who was demolishing the house, "Hey! Bastard Viscount Corleone, can you tell me what you are doing here? "

Turning his head and taking off the frosted cake roof he was biting, Victor shrugged his shoulders, "To make up for childhood regrets?"

"Do you think I'm a fool?" The princess's purple eye shadow was used to glare at people.

The perfume she wears has a sweet and fruity scent mixed with lemon and citrus.

So the witcher touched his nose and said, "Your Highness, a brave knight comes to rescue you from this prison?"

Xianna spat at him directly, "You are such a kind person, but I don't believe a word of your words. Isn't it because of you that I am locked up here?

Anayetta has told me all about your cruel deeds. You despicable bastard, you actually hurt her like that. I don't draw my sword to kill you now, just because I can't beat you. "

"I'm doing it for your own good. Instead of being ambiguous and waiting for the truth to be revealed, it's better to make it clear from the beginning." The witcher looked directly at the princess, "At least now you can be sure that your sister really loves you, even if she knows that you want to Kill her and insist on protecting you."

Shrimp and pig heart, Xianna tilted her head to avoid Victor's sight.

"Ah! It seems that you sisters have reconciled, which is really good news. Then why did you run away? Is it because it is not safe here?"

After a long silence, the princess said softly: "No... the masters of the fairy tale world are set to be us sisters. As long as we don't anger them, the fairy tale characters will not attack me, but you'd better be more careful.

I have to leave because of Dettlaff. Have you seen the threatening letter? You don't know him like I do. If I don't do what Dettlaff said... he will really destroy the whole city. With his ability, he can definitely do it!"

Unexpected answer, Victor Crossing her arms, "So you left to see him?"

"Yes, I... do owe him an explanation." Sianna shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Wait... did you come here specially because..."

The witcher nodded and admitted, "It was Dettlaff. After three days, he summoned countless vampires to attack Beauclair City."

"Oh... God! Anaietta will never succumb to threats, let alone tell me that I'm here." Crossing her arms, Sianna stared at Victor, "You would go to great lengths to come in and find me, I guess the situation is very bad..."

The witcher did not deny it.

The forest in the fairy tale world is full of birdsong and flowers, and the gingerbread house is sweet and refreshing.

She closed her eyes for a while, slowly opened them, and her voice became calm, "I'm really helpless! Listen, last year's champion knight Viscount Corleone, the eldest princess of the principality is calling you... take her out of this cage!"

Patting his chest and saluting, Victor responded readily, "I'm happy to serve you! Ms. Sianna."

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