Witcher's Atelier

In the dark dungeon, water drops dripped from the rock cave ceiling. The iron cage made of silver and anti-magic metal was suspended in the air, which could imprison the world's best prisoner at escaping prison - the high-level vampire.

Emile Regis sat dejectedly in the birdcage. He was locked up in this place without sunlight for a long time, and soon lost control of time. He didn't even know how long he had been locked up.

In the darkness, he began to regret his mistakes again... If he hadn't been soft-hearted and told Dettlaff all the information he knew, he would never have ended up like this.

Or if he had accepted Victor's help and stayed in the rocking horse toy store to wait for each other, then everything today might have been different.

At least with the witcher present, Dettlaff would never have won easily and locked himself up in the Deshamium dungeon.

Regis was very worried about Dettlaff, worried that the rage of the high-level vampire would bring disaster to the city.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything now. The cage that held Kagma several centuries ago had held him not long ago. It turned out that struggling was useless.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps brought by the hollow airflow, which was light and heavy, and the other party moved slowly and staggered.

With his mind racing, Regis held the fence with both hands and peeked through the gap in the iron cage.

To enter the dungeon of Deshamio, you need the blood of a high-level vampire, and this footstep obviously doesn't belong to Dettlaff, let alone Oliana, so is one of them injured! ?

Fortunately, his worries were soon answered. The vague shadow appeared below panting, and the reason for the light and heavy steps was also very simple. The person who came was dragging a large bag of things.

Clicking the mechanism, the iron cage fell from the center of the square and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Long time no see! Emile Regis, the last time we met was half a month ago!" The person who spoke smiled.

The high-level vampire widened his eyes, almost unable to believe that the person speaking in front of him was actually a young witcher.

He looked in a very miserable state. A large piece of the left shoulder of Udvik's armor was broken, obviously bitten open, and the wound was bloody.

The patterns on his face were colorful, brighter than the last time he fought with him, indicating that he had almost drunk all the poisonous potions he could drink to increase his combat power to the highest level.

Based on his understanding of Victor's combat power, there were only three people in Toussaint who could hurt him so badly, and only one of them had a reason for them to fight.

The old herbalist sighed, "You look so bad, I can almost imagine what happened!

Sorry... I'm sorry... I misjudged Dettlaff's anger. What's the situation outside now? Are there many casualties?"

Victor limped forward to unlock the door and release Regis, then sat down on the ground and simply lay flat on his back.

"There's nothing to apologize for. I was careless and thought everything was under control. It wasn't until Horace came to inform me in the morning that I learned that Dettlaff had issued an ultimatum three days ago.

That guy was serious. He summoned a large number of low-level vampires to attack Beauclair. When I left, the whole city was in a frenzy."

The tragic scene of the massacre can be imagined. Regis bit his lip unconsciously and squatted down to observe Victor's wound. The blood had coagulated into scabs. He believed that with the talent of the alchemist, this degree of injury was easy to control.

"You rest for a while, and then find a safe place to hide. Dettlaff's behavior must be stopped. I have to go to Oriana now.

Although I am reluctant to do this, it seems that there is no choice after all. I must visit the Shadow Elder."

Lying on the ground, witnessing Regis's awakening, Victor sneered, "Relax, brother, everything is over! Dettlaff has fallen, and I saw the blood moon shatter with my own eyes!"

The herbalist's footsteps froze as he left.

"How do you think I got into the dungeon? You don't think Ms. Oriana is willing to donate blood to me.

There is no doubt that Dettlaff is the strongest creature I have ever encountered. From head to toe, from inside to outside, there is no reason for him to lose, but in the end, I won!"

Regis turned around and stared at Victor in disbelief, his ordinary face was filled with arrogance.

He reached out and patted the big bag that was dragged in, "Mr. Dettlaff van der Eretin is in it, don't doubt it, I know that your low-level tribes are particularly sensitive to the smell of high-level vampires' blood, so the shroud bag has a strong isolation effect."

Silently squatting, the herbalist carefully opened the cloth bag, and the familiar smell of blood came to his nose. Then he saw the body of his friend, pale due to excessive blood loss, and the blood vessels were bulging into conspicuous purple and black strips.

"Is it high-grade black blood? As far as I know, Dettlaff hasn't had the habit of drinking human blood for hundreds of years."

"If he is conscious, it is indeed difficult to plot against him, but he probably hasn't been this angry for hundreds of years. Sianna and I really pissed him off!

And I must say that your third-stage transformation is really ugly!

Let me give you a little advice. You must retain your human form when you transform, and it is best to take into account the beauty. Ugly guys are destined to be defeated after transformation."

Regis hesitated for a moment and made up his mind, "Wick, you know, only high-grade vampires can kill another high-grade vampire, so next I will--"

"--No, you don't!" The witcher interrupted him neatly, "Old man, do you have poor hearing? I just said, 'It's all over!'

If you don't understand the meaning of these six words, I will explain it to you, that is, things end here!"

Looking deeply at Victor, Regis' fingers trembled slightly, "Do you know what you are saying? Are you sure you want to do this?"

The witcher whistled, "I have already done it. You are a good person, I don't want you to hurt your own people and benefactors, and then be regarded as a traitor and endure endless hunting.

Dettlaff was pierced through the brain by my silver sword and roasted with Igni charcoal. According to your conservative estimate, it will take at least a hundred years for him to recover naturally.

I want to put him in the dungeon, and we will come back to release him fifty years later. I hope that after a short death, he can understand the preciousness of life."

"Aren't you afraid that he will lose control again at that time?"

Victor lay on the ground and laughed.

"Dear Regis, don't look at me in a miserable state, I'm actually in a good mood now... I implemented my own will today, bravely faced the challenge of life and death in a calm state, and my soul was greatly sublimated.

I sincerely tell you here that now is the moment when Dettlaff and I are closest in strength. If he can't beat me tonight, he will never beat me.

If he is still unwilling to let it go after fifty years, I will lock him up for another hundred years!"

"But those who died..."

"Please shut up! You are not a lawyer, and I am not a judge.

There are enough deaths tonight. If you don't need to satisfy your lofty moral sense by killing your compatriots, then please do me a favor and put Dettlaff's body in a birdcage to put an end to everything.

I am really a little tired now. Although I seem to be in a good mood, I have lost too much blood and may faint at any time."

Regis was speechless after being refuted by Victor's words. He covered his mouth with his left hand and paused for a long time.

"Thank you, young man. I will remember your noble behavior. I will guard Deshamius and make sure that no one can release Dettlaff early in the next fifty years."

"Old man, it has nothing to do with nobility. I just don't want you to be hunted by fellow vampires. There is no need for that.

And if you are such a friendly friend, if you really want to express your gratitude, please buy me a glass of Mandragora Wine!"

Regis touched his temples for his request, "...I am happy to do so."

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