Witcher's Atelier

Spring of 1272.

Vizima - the former capital of the Kingdom of Temeria, the current ruler is "the white flame dancing on the enemy's grave" - ​​Nilfgaard Emperor Emhyr var Enreis.

This city, located at the intersection of transportation, is located on the shore of Lake Vizima in the Ismina Valley, a tributary of Pontar. It is not affected by the war that has just ended and is still as beautiful as a picture.

Looking out from the French window of the palace, Victor bit his lower lip lightly. The "moon reflected in the lake" in the twilight seemed familiar, but Shani, the senior sister who traveled with him at that time, was now unknown...

And I was moved by the scene, so I could only sit in the bathtub helplessly, letting the bath maid raise her arm to scrub my armpits carefully.

Petals floated on the warm bath water, and the three maids worked diligently to clean every part of the witcher's body.

It was really inconvenient to resist in this occasion, Victor could only enjoy it, relax his body and look around.

He still remembered this room, the lounge attached to the "White Stone Hall". When the Vizima riot ended, he told stories to Adda here, and then was raped by the excited princess.

Time passed, rulers changed, but the room did not change much. Time seemed to linger in this gorgeous corner, except that the lily-patterned screen was replaced by a black sun.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Victor tilted his head to look at the visitor. It was Mamaray, the attendant of the Nilfgaard Empire. He was wearing a decent black dress, and his gray hair was combed back into a slicked-back hair, which was neatly groomed.

The person who followed him into the room was a sturdy barber and a servant pushing a whole row of clothes.

Mamaray raised his right hand and drew a circle, and the maids who were wiping the bath withdrew one after another. Then he came to the bathtub and bowed politely.

"Respectable gentleman, you look perfect now. You just need to shave off your stubble and style your hair.

Clayton, come and serve the gentleman!"

Victor chuckled, "I don't mind taking a longer bath. After all, I'm going to see the glorious Emperor of Nilfgaard."

He stepped out of the bathtub calmly, took the towel handed by Clayton and wrapped it around his waist, walked to the "easy chair" used for haircuts and sat down.

Since we are here, let's follow their etiquette.

According to the original plan, the witcher should be in Novigrad at this moment, but because of a trick of fate, he appeared here.

After the commemorative banquet of "Night of Fangs" last winter, Victor and Angouleme quickly packed up and left Beauclair to return north.

But it happened that there was an abnormal climate in 1271. The first snow fell half a month earlier, and the snow was thick and dense, completely blocking the Theodula Pass, which was the only way to the north.

The plan could not keep up with the changes, and the Phantom Troupe had to stay in Toussaint for the winter.

In the spring of the following year, when the snow began to melt, another person he knew, Ambassador Shirad Fitz Oyestran, came to Toussaint from the Empire's Nasser Province and invited Victor to meet him.

His Majesty the Emperor hoped to meet him in Vizima.

As we all know, "the white flames dancing on the graves of the enemies" - few people could refuse his invitation, and for Shirad's sake, since it was on the way to Novigrad, Victor agreed.

So after a long journey, tonight he took a cripple bath in the Vizima Palace and was ready to enjoy the shaving service of the royal barber, if he was not interrupted by the next annoying guy...

"The Empire sincerely welcomes your arrival.

From the east of Zerricania, the Koraz Desert traverses, the Stormborn Destiny Extraordinary, the Unsullied of Meliteli.

Dragonborn Poet, Fist of the East Fight, Dragon of Bell Town, Alchemist of the Witcher, and Crosser of the Warrior's Road.

Burning Prophet, King of the Arena, Barehanded Bear Cracker, Nightmare Transcendence, Sword Slayer, Master of the Phantom Troupe, Knight of Skellige.

Enemy of Giants, Arbitrator of the Great Octopus, Champion of Toussaint Knights, Peerless in the Flying Harbor, and the Last Dragon Slayer Duwakin──Dawn Morning. Vampire Slayer. Viscount Victor Corleone of Keldra."

The man who walked into the room and chanted this new version of the spell was dressed in a traditional black and gold imperial dress, with shining epaulettes and the collar buttoned up to the highest.

His deep brown eyes stared at Victor, "I believe you don't mind answering a few questions for me!"

"Uh... Viscount... It doesn't seem appropriate at this time." The gray-haired attendant said.

The man called Viscount squinted his eyes and touched his epaulettes, "No, there is no more appropriate time. And I am going to talk about some confidential information, so please leave this room with you, the barber and the servant."

His indifferent tone contained a sense of authority, just like the way sorceresses are good at, he also said the imperative sentence as an imperative sentence.

"Of course, my servant and I can leave, but Clayton must tidy up his appearance. His Majesty will soon meet Mr. Victor..." Obviously in a weak position in the conversation, Mamaray made a tactful request.

The man in the black and gold suit walked to the armchair and took the sharp razor from the barber. "Don't let me say it for the third time. Get out of here immediately. I will personally shave Viscount Corleone."

Watching the situation change, Victor was calm and relaxed, watching the others leave in a hurry.

Then the man introduced himself and applied bubbles to the witcher's beard. "Welcome again, I am Viscount Vattier de Lidoux Aiden.

Before you meet the emperor, I want to confirm some information with you. Don't worry, this review is just a formality, but it can't be neglected. "

"It's nice to meet you, Viscount Lidox, your reputation is far-reaching!" He leaned back slightly to make it easier for the other party to start working. Facing the head of the empire's intelligence agency, Victor was relaxed and at ease.

Vatiel held the witcher's shoulder and slid the sharp razor evenly under his chin, "I guess you actually mean notorious. But it doesn't matter, let's start now..."

"Victor of Keldor, whose birthplace, parents and age are unknown, suddenly appeared in Kaedwen four years ago, claiming to have come from the east of Zerecania and across the desert...

(. He himself has forgotten some of the various public activities in the past four years.)

And while traveling around the countries, he first issued the prophecy "Burning Omen" in Redania, and then unilaterally announced in Skellige that he had a close brother-sister relationship with Princess Ciri.

Is what I said above correct? "

Through the other party's questioning, Victor felt that nothing had been missed. He couldn't help but sigh that the mage Cynthia was not joking. The imperial intelligence agency had a lot of files that could prove that he had been targeted for a long time.

He coughed twice, "As expected of you, your intelligence collection is meticulous, but there are some errors in the last paragraph. She unilaterally believes that they are siblings. In fact, they should be siblings."

Li Dox's hand holding the knife paused slightly, fortunately he did not scratch the fifth blood mark, "Do you mean it is true?"

"Ciri will be back soon, otherwise you can ask her yourself then?"

Expectations were dashed, and the viscount continued to move his hands without responding to the witcher's question, "Then next, there is news that you talked with the kingslayer Letho after the Lomne Summit. Do you know where he is now?"

While questioning, Li Dox concentrated on seeing if there was even a trace of hesitation on the other party's face.

But his expectations were dashed again, and Victor remained calm, "In our last conversation, he only said that he would return to the south. I don't know where he is! "

Shaking his head, he decided to stop there. Li Dox thought there was no need to continue the conversation, because the young man was impervious to any attacks.

Under the premise of not hurting the other party, he had no way to deal with him, and they were not necessarily enemies.

So he picked up a scalding hot towel, wiped the remaining shaving bubbles on the witcher's face, and gave advice.

"Okay, I have no problem! If you still want to go to Novigrad, I remind you to be careful and alert. The city is going crazy and is extremely unfriendly to non-human races. Don't get yourself involved in the vortex. "

After saying that, he finished his work and threw the razor back into the barber box.

The witcher did not answer, but got up from the chair and began to admire the whole row of dresses pushed in by the servants.

At this time, Li Dox, who walked to the door, seemed to think of something, turned sideways, and his tone was still indifferent, "The third one from the right, black and white, I think it suits you very well."

Victor wiped his philtrum, "Thank you for your advice. ”

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