Witcher's Atelier

A brief moment passed.

Happy time is always short.

It was slightly cold in early winter, and he was sweating from exercise. Victor pulled the quilt to cover Xianna to prevent her from catching a cold, and then stood up to put on clothes.

"You are such a monster! It's obvious that your body has just recovered from a serious injury..." Lying lazily on the bed, the princess didn't even want to move a finger now.

Feeling that the other party's words were difficult to answer, and the answer could only be indescribable, the witcher shrugged his shoulders and responded with body language.

Seeing this, she chuckled happily, "How do you plan to run White Crow Manor in the future? Do you want to change your name to Corleone? Where will you mainly live in the future?"

"Why are you asking these questions?" He asked subconsciously, but this is not a secret. "It should still be based on Corleone Manor. The White Crow will not change its name but will be run as an auxiliary house. It will hire outstanding talents to run it.

Alfred, my current manor butler, has recommended his cousin Barnabas Basso to me several times. He is said to be the best butler in the new generation of the Futi family. I am ready to give him an internship opportunity. "

After saying this, he found that there was no response. Victor turned around to check and saw that Xianna had fallen asleep due to fatigue, and there was still liquid left at the corner of her mouth.

Gentlemanly, he took out a handkerchief and wiped her clean. He smiled and left the entertainment room.

…

The warm winter sun is shining, and the maple leaves are falling. The witcher is now in a peaceful mood, feeling like a sage.

It was already approaching evening, and the banquet was still going on. He walked briskly down the white stone trail, preparing to return to the celebration venue, when he suddenly heard a call from the corner pavilion next to him.

"Victor Corleone, the great hero of our Tusk Night, disappeared for such a long time during the celebration banquet. Where did he hide?"

The speaker was Yennefer of Vengerberg, a beautifully sculpted beauty, still dressed in black and white today, with a star-shaped obsidian amulet shining brightly around her neck.

It was quite surprising to meet this lady here. After all, few people usually passed by this area leading to the entertainment room. Victor intuitively thought that she might have discovered what he had just done? Fortunately, judging from his expression, he probably didn't know.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if you know. Some things are just like that. If you don't feel embarrassed, others will have nothing to say.

So he calmly walked into the corner pavilion, took the right hand from Yennefer, and kissed her hand - the sorceress's favorite way.

"It's not surprising that I can't meet anyone. After all, it's the first feast after the disaster. Almost all the people with some status in Toussaint are present. As far as I know, this interesting party will last until late at night."

Yennefer blinked, "I take back what I said before that you are very similar to someone, you are completely different from that person.

He would be very disgusted with such a formal occasion, and even putting on a slightly fitting dress would make him feel uncomfortable, but you are obviously like a fish in water.

Look at this dress, the cut is so unique! Did you design it yourself? "

Victor raised his shoulders gracefully, "Don't say that. I respect Geralt's personality. He has a unique charm. I believe Ms. Yennefer should be the one who knows best."

Although not explicitly confirmed, Geralt of Rivia and Yennefer of Vengerberg serve as Ciri's adoptive father and adoptive mother respectively, and they are happy enemies entangled in love and resentment.

Therefore, Victor verbally mentioned his close relationship with White Wolf and Ciri, implying that she should restrain herself for their sakes, regardless of whether she had any malice or good intentions.

Yennefer sneered at his words and said, "I just wanted to chat with you before I left. You don't need to be so wary. Because Sienna doesn't like it, I will leave Beauclair soon and return to Nilfgaard in the south."

"Really? Then I wish you a safe journey. As for the reason why the princess doesn't like you, isn't it very clear? Even if she knows it is the best solution and is mentally prepared to sacrifice, she still can't forgive the person who deliberately betrayed her." The hunter knocked on the mahogany beams of the corner pavilion.

The sorceress crossed her arms and said, "This is what I find interesting. After all, you originally planned to send her to death that day.

What made you change your decision? And who gave you the courage to compete with high-level vampires? Of course, what’s even more amazing is that you actually win in the end! "

Victor remained silent and combed his hair back with one hand.

"I can't help but wonder, could you have predicted this result? Did you change your mind when you saw the future of your victory on the way to Desamuna?"

Regarding Yennefer's problem, Victor knew that there was no so-called "foreseeing of victory" at all. Therefore, during the half month of recuperation, I of course reflected on where the irrational "impulse" at that time came from, but unfortunately I could not get a definite answer.

If anything, it was just the environment and atmosphere at that time, the night was so beautiful and gentle, that made him feel that things shouldn't be like this in an instant.

Just mercy for the lady.

It's all the moon's fault.

If he were to analyze how brave his decision was or how noble his dedication was, he didn't think there would be any results.

In addition, there was an unexpected gain that night, that is, through the spiritual tempering of "enlightenment", the incredible alchemy officially entered the master realm, and he was one step closer to becoming an omnipotent master.

Since the result is good, there is no need to study the process in detail.

Exhaling a long breath, the witcher patted his thigh, "As for whether my choice was affected by the prophecy, I won't give you a definite answer. Maybe it was, maybe it was not.

Besides, even if I tell you it is true, you will still doubt the authenticity of the prophet. A smart sorceress like you will only believe my words a little when "The Burning Omen" comes true. "

Hearing the witcher's answer, knowing that another attempt was seen through, the sorceress's bright face showed a haze.

But it is related to Ciri, she can't help but consider how true and false the other party's prophecy is.

"You must know that when Hawthorne dies, Temeria burns, and the white wolf awakens, the ancient blood will return to the world."

Victor recited "The Burning Omen" softly.

"Because it is you, Yennefer, I am especially clear to you, anyway, the future is gradually coming true.

Hawthorne died last year; the lost memory of the white wolf Geralt is about to be restored; and under the invasion of the black-clad, Temeria will soon collapse and burn in the flames of war. So I estimate that Ciri will return from the other world in at most half a year. "

His confidence and frankness, speaking as if it were true, made Yennefer feel entangled.

She bit her lower lip, "Suppose... just suppose, suppose you are Ciri's brother, then you should know the relationship between me and her, put aside those public ones, do you have any prophecies that you can tell me in private?"

Yennefer's attitude was very gentle, not like a sorceress at all, but like a kind elder.

If Victor did not understand what kind of person she was from his memories of his previous life, he would definitely be coaxed around and say whatever he knew.

But now, he touched the light stubble on his chin, "Madam, the Night of Fangs has given me a great warning. Sometimes knowing the future may not necessarily change it. Even because of the leakage of information, nightmares come true, which adds to the psychological burden.

For this reason, I have decided to solve many situations alone. If I say it openly, I am worried that others will mess around after knowing it, making the situation worse. "

The sorceress clasped her hands, "But I think you can trust me. We are all friends of Geralt, aren't we? "

"Dear Lady Yennefer, I am not only Geralt's friend, but also a good friend of Lambert, Eskar, Zoltan and Dandelion.

Through their loyal admonitions, please believe that I have a correct understanding of your character. "

Hearing the sarcasm, the sorceress's violet pupils turned cold, and she stared at the witcher fiercely, which looked a little dangerous, but Victor remained calm.

He knew very well that no matter whether it was subjective initiative or objective environment, the other party was not allowed to use extreme means, and she could only stare blankly no matter how angry she was.

And sure enough, the sorceress took a few deep breaths, turned around and left without saying anything.

But a certain fragment suddenly flashed, causing the young man to call out to the other party, "Madam, there is something directly related to inform you in advance. When you go to Skellige in the future, please don't steal the things of Archdruid Irmia, it will not help your goal at all. "

Yennefer of Vangerburg turned sideways and raised her middle finger.

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