Witcher's Atelier

After exchanging the necessary information with Victor, Lidox returned the equipment to him and personally escorted him out of the palace.

Vatir rarely does this, but as he had assessed beforehand, Viscount Corleone is an interesting and smart man, at least not a fool.

It is pleasant to communicate with him, and people are willing to spend more time with him, rather than rushing to drive him away.

Walking along the lush garden path, they did not talk about any sensitive topics, neither politics nor war, but only exchanged the famous delicacies of the north and the south.

Lidox did not ask about the prophecy, the professor who died in the Corleone Manor, the missing Reso, or Victor's own political inclinations.

Victor did not mention the snow plot on Udvik Island, or the role played by Nivgard in the King Killer incident.

In theory, they have no personal grudges, but just different positions, and at this moment, they have the same goal for the time being.

However, just before he arrived at the palace gate, the witcher still thought of a topic that could be used to test the other party's attitude. "Two years ago in Toussaint, Corleone Manor took in a poor lady named Sasha. Now things have changed. If possible, I hope no one will bother her anymore."

Vatir touched his upper lip moustache.

"Hehe, it's a bit embarrassing to say it," the intelligence chief said in a relaxed tone, "but in this matter, I am actually the victim. I was tricked by her innocent appearance. God knows how much secret information those despicable witches obtained through Cantarella.

But what you said makes sense. Now things have changed! For your sake, I will forget this shame if she doesn't take the initiative to appear in front of me in the future."

Leedox agreed very readily. Anyway, Sasha was not a person who could be used to control Victor, and he was happy to show his humanity and generosity in unimportant matters.

And before arriving at the palace gate, he saw Angouleme who came to meet him, and he became more determined in his thoughts.

It can be clearly judged from the mutated eyes that this is a demon hunter, and Mr. Vatir is sure that when she returned to Toussaint last fall, she was just an ordinary mercenary.

Angouleme certainly couldn't have performed the Trial of Grass by herself, so Victor should be an alchemist. Some unfounded speculations must be considered carefully.

Thinking of this, Lidox smiled and waved goodbye to the Phantom Troupe.

...

Walking on the streets of Vizima in the dead of night, Angouleme of Temeria seemed to be unaffected by the destruction of the sealed country and was in a good mood.

Besides, if she cared, she should care more about Cintra.

"Wick, who was that guy just now? He looks very familiar with you. Although Eagle Vision didn't detect any malice, his smile made me feel cold on my back."

After conquering Vizima, the black-clad people implemented a semi-curfew, and pedestrians on the spacious streets were deserted in the case that they might be stopped for inspection.

"That's the Nilfgaard intelligence chief, an office worker with good taste in clothes, who loves massage and life, and is also an expert in cold-blooded murder."

"Hiss... Isn't that a big bad guy? Was he the one who set up the king's assassination? I didn't expect him to be so decent!

So how did you go in and talk to them? What does that psychopath dancing on the grave want us to do?"

Although she seemed to be indifferent, Angouleme's address still revealed a little tendency. This was not surprising, after all, the King of Siege made her an honorary knight, but dancing on the grave did not.

"Don't let anyone hear it in public. If you don't salute Emhyr properly, you will be whipped at least 200 times. If you complain behind his back like this, you will definitely be whipped until your butt is broken! Left and right, both broken!"

Angouleme rolled her eyes at people, "I'm sure there are no followers around. Speaking of which, I'm a little surprised that the intelligence chief didn't send anyone to follow him!" She really rolled her eyes at people, the kind of eyes that don't even need to be rolled.

Yes, that's right. Last winter, "Corleone" showed its power again and created a limited edition of herbal medicine for girls!

Through her own long pain for seven days and seven nights, she brought the "white eyes" of Princess Kaguya of Otsutsuki to the demon hunting world...

At that time, Angouleme was very angry about this result, because she felt that the white eyes were not good-looking, like albinism.

If it was the cat's eyes of the traditional demon hunter like the uncle, she would be very happy; if it was the Sharingan of the new generation Leo and Victor, she would also be happy because it was the same style as the leader.

But she was the only one who was different. The color of her pupils almost faded, and she turned into a white eye that could be rolled without rolling.

What made the members even more angry was that the leader kept muttering, saying that this was really an epic masterpiece, how could there be a Sharingan without a white eye... and other stupid things that people couldn't understand.

Fortunately, the other functions of the Witcher are all working properly, and the Byakugan is very compatible with the Eagle Vision, which almost doubles her 360-degree range of detecting malicious intent. Angouleme could only shout "It smells good."

...

The two chatted as they walked through the Sun Square, which was the former Natalis Square. As the most prosperous place in the trade zone, it must keep up with current events to continue to prosper.

Angouleme kicked the gravel at his feet, "So what did Emhyr tell you?"

"One good news, one bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"You can tell which one you want first. Anyway, we have to know and solve it." Angouleme shrugged confidently.

After the Green Grass Trial, the girl who once felt that she was not strong enough now felt a sense of belonging and a sense of being a protagonist in the group of witchers.

To put it simply, the sky was clear, the rain had stopped, and she felt that she was capable again!

Pausing, Victor showed the pass given by Lidox, and the patrol guards immediately let them go without even asking for a bribe.

By the way... Nilfgaard stipulated that the minimum penalty for accepting a bribe was fifty lashes, and a progressive punishment system was adopted, with no upper limit of lashing until death.

Leaving the trade area, the Phantom Troupe entered the temple area.

"First the bitter, then the sweet. I'd better tell you the bad news first.

The emperor wants us to find Ciri. She came back earlier than expected, which means the plan of waiting for the rabbit to come has failed. The brigade must take the initiative to attack."

Angoulême raised his thick black eyebrows, like two caterpillars crawling, "This is really bad news. Fortunately, we have been mentally prepared since we were blocked in Toussaint.

Of course, I have no hesitation in helping Ciri. She is our sister, the daughter of the uncle.

But I have a little doubt. How many soldiers does the Black Clothes have in the north now... 30,000 or 50,000? With so many people, why did the emperor come to us?"

"Haha! They didn't explain this question, but I know the answer.

Because the war is in full swing, it is hard to say whether Redania and Nilfgaard will win or lose. They must go all out and strive to win before the end of the year.

Don't look at the Black Clothes now. The momentum is high, but in fact, the stamina is seriously insufficient because their supply lines are extremely long.

Temeria and Aedirn were both reduced to ruins, especially The Velen region has almost become a deserted place.

There are things that the emperor cannot do!"

"I see, that makes sense. What about the good news?"

"The good news is that Emhyr did not rely entirely on the Phantom Troupe. We will not fight alone. A few days ago, Yennefer rushed back to Vizima and brought your uncle, Geralt of Rivia. He has the same goal as us and rescued Ciri before the Wild Hunt caught her.

And according to Lidox's description, he has fully recovered his memory and is now the legendary White Wolf!"

Angoulême rolled his eyes again, "This is really good news, the best of the past three months. I can't wait to see the uncle and let him see my changes. So where should we go next?"

"Go to the Crossroads Hotel in Velen and ask the boss for information. I heard that Nilfgaard's informant saw Ciri nearby."

"Well...what about your supplement as a prophet? Huh!" The girl sneezed suddenly and rubbed her nose after inhaling dust.

Victor extended his right hand and counted with his fingers in a pretentious manner, "Ah! We'd better move quickly. Even if the informant hasn't arrived yet, he will be killed soon. The Wild Hunt that is tracking Ciri will catch him and give him a painful death."

"...This is a very unfortunate future!" Angouleme rolled her eyes, "In return, let me tell you about an unfortunate present!

The house we bought in full was burned into a pile of ruins by the war!"

"I know, I have eyes to see, and thank you for your insightful insights," Victor Mossou stopped in front of the ruins, chin up, "Let's go to the Hairy Bear Inn! I hope Mr. Griffin is still in business."

"Your will, my captain!" Angouleme smiled.

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