Witcher's Atelier

Vatier Lidox is undoubtedly an executioner, a despicable conspirator in the dark, but his taste is not a problem.

Wearing a black-based white striped dress, the heroic witcher followed the attendant Mamarri through the spacious and noble stone hall and arrived at the emperor's office.

I remember that two years ago, Foltest met me here and commissioned me to save Princess Adda.

Two years have passed, and the layout inside is still familiar. The bookshelf is still in the south corner, and the table is also piled with documents waiting for review. Except for the change of the ruler behind the desk, there seems to be no change.

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Passing through the nobles with strange eyes.

"Bow to your majesty, the white flame flying on the enemy's grave, Emperor Emhyr Emreis!" Chanting the title loudly, the attendant Mamarri who walked in front took the lead in saluting.

The law stipulates that the punishment for violating etiquette in front of the emperor is a full two hundred lashes.

After his demonstration, Victor also bowed and saluted, following the instructions of the attendant, the posture formula of the Nilfgaard school: legs stretched out, hands straight, head down, chin touching chest.

As a new era witcher, his etiquette has always been elegant and impeccable, and is well-known among the upper class.

The manners displayed at this moment are not only standard, but also fluent and even quite charming, leaving all those who want to see the "country bumpkin" joke in the study speechless.

And accepting Victor's salute, Emhyr. Enreis at the desk raised the corners of his mouth slightly in response.

After the salute, the witcher stood up.

The emperor is a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, deep features and handsome appearance. Only the white hair on his temples reveals his age. It is easy to imagine his elegant demeanor when he was young. No wonder he could coax Ciri's mother into getting pregnant before marriage.

Victor, who is familiar with Ciri's appearance, even noticed the similarities between him and his daughter in appearance. Ciri inherited her mother's lake green eyes, but her eyes were exactly the same shape as her father's, especially when she squinted at people.

Just like now, her sharp eyes swept from left to right, and the majesty of long-term power was overwhelming. Other nobles who wanted to see her bowed their heads to avoid her.

The emperor's sight finally focused on Victor Corleone.

He stood out in the crowd.

He was the only one in the room who had been calm and neither humble nor arrogant since he came in, even when he was saluting.

That kind of desireless and strong eyes, Emhyr remembered that he had seen it in another witcher's eyes, but the young man did not have the cynical sarcasm of that guy, and it would not make people want to dig out his eyes.

He waved his hand, "All of you go out, I want to talk to the witcher alone."

The emperor's control over the empire was undoubtedly demonstrated in this order. Victor vaguely felt the uneasiness and commotion of others, but none of them spoke, just saluted and left the room in an orderly manner, and no one even jumped out to express their concern for the safety of His Majesty.

A few minutes later, the only people left in the study were the travelers from another world and the ruler of half of the civilized world.

"Your Majesty," Victor's words were loud and clear, sounding full of respect, "Because of the Kingslayer, the Witcher has been infamous recently. Perhaps you shouldn't be alone with the killer."

Enhyr sneered, stood up from his seat and walked to his side, "Seeing you with my own eyes is the final confirmation.

People can deceive everyone for a while, or deceive one person forever, but it is impossible to deceive everyone forever.

The Empire has observed you for a long time and has a full understanding of you. Lidox admires you very much, and Yennefer also gives you a high evaluation. You did a good job in Toussaint."

Victor blinked, "I thought I made her angry enough last winter. Isn't she here now?"

"Yennefer...she went to do what she should do, and you too." As he said that, he pointed to the painting hanging on the wall.

Following Victor's instructions, I looked at "Cirilla, Princess of Cintra". When I saw the stinky-faced little girl in a red dress in the painting, I almost laughed out loud on the spot.

The main thing is her face, dead fish eyes with a bulbous nose, and the corners of her mouth are tightly pursed and drooping on both sides, as if the person in front of her owes her hundreds of millions.

The grip is simply ruthless! Even if it is a realistic style, the painter has done too much, it is completely ugly and has no friends, it can be called a masterpiece of black history.

Victor immediately began to think about how to ridicule Ciri in the future.

How bad a mood must be to make people put on such an ugly expression.

I have no responsibility to suspect that Radovid's father, the assassinated "Justice" Vizimir II, gave up pushing the little bald man to get engaged with her after seeing this portrait.

It's quite interesting to think about it. There was also a prince of Sidaris who almost made an engagement with her. Ciri's fate as the protagonist of the world of hunting demons can be demonstrated by her being "rejected" many times!

And His Majesty Emhyr. Enreis obviously didn't realize that Victor was secretly criticizing his daughter in his heart, otherwise he would never have such a gentle attitude.

"Victor Corleone, Princess Cirilla of Cintra... the heir of the Ancient Blood has returned, just as you predicted in "The Burning Omen."

The Emperor stared at the portrait of the little girl with his hands behind his back, "But she is in danger, the Wild Hunt is chasing her.

I want to know if you have other prophecies that can help me find her. She is only safe by my side! If you are really close to her, you should know the reason."

When Victor heard the business, he came out of his rude reverie and realized that this was the commission Geralt received in his past life.

So when the snow delayed his actions, Ciri had quietly returned! ? It seems that waiting for someone to come may not be enough...

Because there is a new person like him in the world, Emhyr seems to be willing to hire more people.

However, Victor did not intend to tell the other party any prophecy. Although they both hoped that Ciri would be safe, people had different positions.

"Your Majesty, I trust the father of a daughter and am willing to do my best to help Ciri, but unfortunately, I also know nothing about her specific whereabouts." This is how Victor responded to the emperor.

After hearing the answer, Emhyr stepped forward and faced the witcher face to face, and his black eyes looked deeply into the magatama in the eyes of the reincarnation, as if he wanted to see through the other party's true thoughts.

"You really know that I haven't made my relationship with her public. ... In that case, find Cirilla for me. I know your expertise as a witcher, and she obviously trusts you."

Victor touched his nose, "She does trust me, but she may not be willing to come to see you, even if she faces the threat of the so-called Wild Hunt."

"Persuading her is also within your job scope, and I am ready to pay a generous reward for it. I heard that the price Foltest hired you to save Adda was three thousand orens. Bringing Sianna back from the vampire, Anaietta gave you one thousand florins (Note 1).

And I will pay three thousand florins as long as you meet my requirements."

Victor shook his head, "I will go to Cirilla for her safety, not your gold."

"I don't care why you are here, I only ask for the result." Emhyr's squinting eyes are really very similar to Cirilla's.

After the emperor finished speaking, he turned back to the desk and sat down. "Let Lidox explain the details to you." Then he raised his voice, "Mamaree! The audience is over."

The attendant opened the door and entered the room, and bowed humbly at a ninety-degree angle.

"Take the witcher to see Lidox." He said.

That was all Emhyr had ordered. It was obvious that the outcome of the conversation had been predetermined before meeting Victor. To some extent, they were also prophets, prophets based on human nature and intelligence.

Before leaving, Victor looked at Emhyr again and followed Mamaree out of the study.

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Note: Before the fall of Temeria, one florin was approximately equal to three crowns, which could be exchanged for nine orens.

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