Witcher's Atelier

The sorceress left.

After getting rid of another one, Victor stretched his body and smiled contentedly.

In total, he had gotten rid of four women since he participated in the banquet. Although they were not all troublesome, they were all very energy-consuming.

Fortunately, after dealing with Yennefer, there should be no more. With the expectation of a relaxed and leisurely life, Victor walked down the mountain and left.

Unfortunately, he didn't walk far before a certain figure standing by the pool made him unable to move. There were some things he had to explain to her clearly.

In this hidden corner of the pond, there was a black stone statue with a special shape in the middle of the lake. It was a skinny and bald old man, sitting on a stone platform in tattered clothes. His body was full of scars, and his sunken eyes stared straight ahead.

Victor suddenly felt that the statue seemed familiar. Later, he recalled from his memory that it was the appearance of the Shadow Elder.

But at the moment, he quickly turned his focus back to the lady by the pool - Orianna.

Every high-level vampire must not be taken lightly, even if she looks defenseless and is completely unaware that the witcher is approaching from the side.

As her boots crushed the fallen leaves, "crunching", Oriana tilted her head to look at Victor. He stopped at the edge of the pool, about a quarter of a circle away from her - a distance that both of them could feel at ease.

Today she wore a red and black dress, the red was passionate and the black was mysterious.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Ms. Oriana." Victor stroked his heart with his right hand while speaking.

Oriana nodded in return, "It is indeed very rare. Although I often sponsor artists' Mandragolas, I rarely participate in banquets hosted by others.

After all, this kind of formulaic occasion is full of stereotyped eating and drinking and boring and tacky conversations, which really makes people feel uninspired."

"But today's meaning is completely different. The evil vampires have been driven out of the city, which is particularly worth celebrating, isn't it?"

Hearing the provocation, blood flashed in her eyes.

"Witcher Victor Corleone, I respect you and your noble deeds. But I must also remind you that your role in the Night of the Long Fang is actually far less important than you think.

You should know that although Dettlaff's actions did not directly cross the line, they also violated the agreement. If you had failed, I would have personally visited the Shadow Elder when the low-level vampires retreated that morning and imprisoned Dettlaff in Deshamuna, just like Kagma did hundreds of years ago.

So don't take yourself too seriously, your efforts only made things end a few hours earlier. Of course... As the person who defeated Dettlaff, I still have due respect for you."

"I heard Regis mention that your clan The group had made a private agreement with the ruler of this country in the past. Does Anaietta know about it? "

"No, the enlightened lady is not so enlightened in some places, and even a little silly. The keeper of the secret is Fringilla Vigo. If she had mediated this incident, it should have been resolved earlier."

"I see, but those dirty political deals have nothing to do with witchers, and I don't really want to know.

As a realist, I think your actions are not excessive, especially compared with a few nobles who raise children as toys or toilets, your immoral transactions are within the tolerable range. "

She raised her chin slightly and glanced at the witcher. The high-level vampire knew that the other party had not finished speaking.

"I just want to warn you, don't cross the line! If one day I know that you not only suck blood, but also kill people, I will come back to find you!

And I can tell you now that when I come to find you, the lesson and pain you will suffer will be longer than Dettlaff...longer..."

Oliana narrowed her eyes dangerously, with fangs on her lips. Victor looked back calmly, holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

The murderous atmosphere lasted for a moment, and then the high-level vampire stretched out an index finger and shook it left and right, "The witcher who defeated Dettlaff, I don't need to fight with you, I did receive your threat...

Your words make me feel uncomfortable, so I will leave here now, do you have anything else to say?"

Bending down to pick up a small stone, the witcher flicked his wrist and threw it into the water, "No! I have nothing to say..."

As a courtesy, Oliana lifted her long skirt and left gracefully. In the blink of an eye, Victor was left alone by the quiet pool.

Staring at the statue in the center of the lake, the young man was stunned thinking about his strange thoughts.

...After much difficulty, he managed to intimidate the fifth woman, Oriana. His trip to Toussaint was finally complete and he should have no more trouble.

The next goal was to return to Novigrad in the north before the heavy snow closed the mountains in winter, wait for Ciri to appear, put on a magic-isolating amulet on her to buy time, hide back in Kaermohen and prepare for battle with all his strength, and strike hard at the Wild Hunt that was chasing him.

Then, when the "stubborn little girl" regained her freedom, he would ask her to take him to experience the shuttle a few more times. With the master's craftsmanship, he should be able to make a prop similar to the space gate and travel back and forth to the alchemical world before the crossing.

I disappeared for so long, and I don't know how my grandmother, my second grandmother, and my third aunt are doing now, but I can expect them to be offline and happy.

There is no creature in the alchemical world that can threaten them, and I can't lose the reputation of an alchemist in the demon hunting world.

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Time passed in beautiful imagination, and before I knew it, the last ray of afterglow disappeared in the sky, and the night mist enveloped the poolside.

Patting his knees, Victor stood up and prepared to leave, but his pupils suddenly focused, and his eyes of reincarnation shone brightly, because an unbelievable picture appeared - there was a fruit girl swimming underwater in the pond.

If it was the most lively place at the foot of the mountain, Victor would not rule out some drunkenness and crazy play, but this is a remote corner halfway up the mountain!

And even if he was thinking deeply just now, it is impossible for someone to escape the extraordinary five senses monitoring, take off clothes silently and jump into the water.

Suspicious! Her appearance was too suspicious, and Victor had to concentrate on examining it.

The first thing that can be seen is that this woman has an explosive figure. The wasp waist and long legs are completely the template of the vampire girl with enhanced power. The firm and heroic parts are enough to make Newton doubt gravity!

The second is that she is swimming towards him... .

The skin is even green.

Is it green...! ?

Suddenly thinking of a legend, the witcher watched the fruit girl approach, swaying and floating, standing gracefully on the water.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Thanks to his habit of drinking milk, Victor was quite tall, a strong man wearing armor who was nearly six feet three inches tall.

But the green-skinned fruit girl in front of him was no less impressive, at least six feet tall, and her conspicuous position attracted people's attention. She was a heroine with a three-foot-high chest and a heroic spirit.

Her skin was smooth, but her braids were like algae in the middle of a lake, hanging loosely naturally.

Staring at the other party's half-smile expression, Victor touched his nose and broke the silence, "Excuse me, are you the Lady of the Lake?"

She suddenly smiled, as happy as a child, "I told you! You really know who I am. But if that's the case, why didn't you come to me? You should have seen the notice board of the principality."

The Lady of the Lake's blunt words reminded the witcher of the notice of recruiting people to go to the trial in his memory.

"Uh... I remember it said: The trial is held on the island on Lake Seravi... I originally planned to participate in the trial when I have time."

"You can wait, but I can't wait! Time flies, and no matter which era, brave men are needed to protect the good and kind virtues. I found a suitable candidate but the other party didn't come to me, so I had to come by myself!"

The lady in the lake said playfully, and although she was green, her curves were too explosive, making it difficult for Victor to look directly at her.

"Then lady, the reason you came to me is..."

"You are right, I have a stunning sword here, which can only be owned by people with the five virtues of a knight."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to take Victor's hand and pulled him to the center of the lake. With the help of the fairy, she stepped on the water and stepped on ripples. It was a rare experience for the young man.

The dreamlike scene was exciting, but he still pulled the other person back, "Madam, please wait a moment. I, Victor Corleone, have many great names, but when it comes to morality... I really don't know... I'm not sure if you have found the right person."

The lady in the lake smiled sweetly, and the spectacular mountain jumped lively, "Don't doubt it, it's you! Although you don't know, I have been watching over you quietly.

Since arriving in Toussaint, I have seen everything you have done. I know very well that you are not lacking in wisdom. You show sincere compassion to the weak. Your honor has been witnessed by countless people. You show generosity with humility, and your bravery is the essence of the legendary story!

Honor, wisdom, generosity, bravery, compassion, these beautiful virtues are real in your heart.

There is no doubt that you are the one I am looking for, a true knight of the five virtues!"

Victor blushed a little because of her enthusiastic praise. He suddenly realized that he didn't know when the surrounding waterfalls had rolled back high, wrapping the two in the center of the lake.

Following the other's slender finger, Victor saw the gorgeous half-hand sword engraved with countless runes in the deep water through the clear water under his feet.

God, this magical moment will never be forgotten.

The sword is secondary, what is important is this recognition.

Although he never felt that he was pure enough...

The Lady of the Lake kissed Victor close, then slowly immersed in front of him, and lifted the rune sword from the bottom of the pool.

"Look! Victor Corleone, the embodiment of virtue, this is your sword of the Lady of the Lake... Take it, don't forget that you are a knight dedicated to doing good, justice and glory."

Meeting the Lady of the Lake's eyes, Victor bent down and humbly held up the weapon.

The next second, through contact, the alchemist was surprised to read the attributes of the sword.

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[Name: Arondite (Sword of the Lady of the Lake)]

[Type: Weapon (Steel Sword)]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Attack Power: Strongest]

[Features: Indestructible Lake Light; Cutting Iron and Steel]

[Enchantment: None]

[Rune: Fracture]

[Note: The sword entrusted by the Lady of the Lake to the Knight of Virtue has a blade that shines like the lake water under the moon and will never be destroyed]

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Although it is unbelievable, it can be determined based on the void characteristics that this is a sword produced by incredible alchemy.

Victor immediately wanted to ask about the origin of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake.

Unfortunately, with a "plop!", the magic disappeared and he fell into the pool.

When the witcher emerged from the water again, the Lady of the Lake had already disappeared.

The surroundings were peaceful and calm, and the clouds were light and the wind was light. Only the Arondite tightly held in his hand proved that what had just happened was not a dream.

Pursing his lips in silence, dealing with six women in a row was really a tiring day.

Victor swam ashore.

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