Witcher's Atelier

The sorceress stood up first, then pulled up the witcher, waving her hand to signal him to follow her.

"Actually, I really want to know how detailed your prophetic ability is... For example, can you predict where we are going now?"

In response to Kayla's question, Victor chuckled, "Of course not! My foresight is a kind of future vision, combining the third-person perspective with the participation of the first person.

I don't know specifically what someone will eat today, which bed they will sleep in at night, and I can't even decide what to see. But I always see a certain important scene, a certain key node, and what someone will do."

"Sounds scary?"

"It's actually pretty awesome!"

They left the hot spring pavilion one after another. Kayla stopped on the grass to cast a spell to open the portal, turned around and bowed to Victor, made a gesture to invite him in, and then passed through first.

The witcher who followed in later recovered from the brief feeling of weightlessness and dizziness, and realized that the surroundings were an unfamiliar wilderness.

"I don't think I followed you here without asking you what you want to do. Can you tell me your goal now?"

The sorceress smiled and pointed to the old building next to her. "The ruins of the elves. I need you to accompany me to find something deep underground! And believe me, since you are not omniscient, what I am going to say next will help you find Ciri."

Victor nodded, took out a torch from the herbal bag and lit it with Igni, then walked into the dark cave first.

This is a long straight-cut tunnel. Following behind leisurely, Keira began to tell the story, "Not long ago, an elf found me. He was not a down-and-out elf like the Scoia Party, but an elf wizard.

He was very stylish, and his words were both smart and educated. I admired him.

He asked me if I had seen a woman appear nearby. The other party had silver hair and stood out among the peasants..."

Hearing the sorceress say this, the witcher suddenly remembered who the other party was. It was the elf wizard whose name he had forgotten, who cast a spell to hide Ciri from the Wild Hunt.

Although he did not do this out of goodwill and had his own demands, at least at the moment, the elven wizards are a force that can be united!

"What does he look like? Did he tell you his name?"

"No, he did not introduce himself. He was wearing a mask on his face and looked mysterious. I asked him who he was looking for? He was unwilling to say his name.

And you know the virtues of elves. They like to answer questions with questions, as if this would make them look smarter."

"As a courtesy, looking for a young lady, the elves should at least explain what they are doing?"

"He only said that they had an appointment to meet in Velen, and he wanted to know if she arrived earlier than him. And he also left a message that if I met the white-haired woman, I would take her to him, and the white-haired woman would not refuse."

The frequent questions and answers with Kayla gradually awakened Victor's dormant memory. After all, the time travel was long, and many details needed to be reminded.

"So the elven wizard is waiting in this cave?"

"Yes, and because I helped him mix the potion, he promised to give me something, but he hasn't given it to me yet!"

"What potion is it?" Victor asked, pure alchemist instinct.

Somewhat stuck, Keira answered uncertainly, "Some kind of... potion with very complex functions, I'll let you confirm the formula later. But I guess he wants to use the effect of delaying the curse outbreak, and his condition doesn't seem very good──"

The footsteps suddenly paused, the witcher threw the torch into the corner, turned around and held the sorceress down.

"──Hey! What are you doing? Do you want to be in this place!?"

"Shh! Be quiet. Look over there, we have other companions!"

After receiving the prompt, Keira looked at the end of the terracotta road. Across the completely collapsed and disconnected connecting bridge, there were three sword-wielding warriors and a wizard holding a staff in the opposite square. What's special about them is that they all wear "rusty red full body armor" and their terrifying appearance is like a living skeleton.

"It's the Wild Hunt." Victor whispered.

"What!? Phantom Knight... How can you be sure? I thought they only existed in stories..."

"Things that only existed in stories have now come out alive.

Don't doubt it! I have been hunted by them.

Hmm... The one holding the staff should be the 'navigator'."

As if to confirm Victor's analysis, the navigator raised the staff and cast a spell to open the portal.

Different from the usual golden shape, the portal opened by the Wild Hunt is a silver-white vortex, exuding an ominous atmosphere.

Then the four Wild Hunts passed through the portal and disappeared from the opposite square.

Getting up and moving forward, Victor said decisively, "Kayla, please cast a spell to teleport us to the other side."

"I would rather teleport us home. You don't really want to chase them, do you?" Kayla stopped where she was.

The witcher had to turn around and explain, "The Wild Hunt is tracking Ciri and the elven wizard, and I am destined to fight them. I want to take this opportunity to sneak attack a few Wild Hunt soldiers and test their weight.

Besides, the Wild Hunt will not only capture people, but may also take away all the elven wizard's things!" The last sentence about taking away things is purely fictional, but it is obviously this sentence that touched the sorceress.

Quickly walking forward to the broken part of the connecting bridge, Keira waved her hands and cast a spell, "Damn it! I don't like all this!"

Victor did not retort, but just stared at the dark depths under the bridge, wondering what would happen if he fell down.

Boom! The pale golden portal opened, the sorceress hurried forward, and the witcher followed, but at the moment of passing through, Kayla suddenly screamed.

Then Victor was ejected from the portal in a dizzy state, and found himself falling from a height. The witcher was very familiar with this feeling of free fall, and he had done the leap of faith more than once.

It was pitch dark in the dark, and he immediately took out the props to save himself before he could think about it!

The bat cloak opened with a "bang!", and the witcher who slowed down in time was swaying. Looking down, although it was still pitch black, there was a faint reflection of white light.

He quickly took out the cat's eye drops and drank them. Victor wanted to observe the situation where he landed, but before the effect of the medicine took effect, he personally experienced what the reflection was...

"Plop!" The witcher fell into the water. The water was clear and the water temperature was cold. It was probably a lake formed by the underground river.

Then the cat's eye drops took effect, and the Samsara Eye shone brightly in the darkness. He quickly confirmed the location of the land and swam closer with a few strokes.

After a series of operations, he finally got ashore wet and embarrassed. Victor shook his head and sighed, feeling that his luck was really bad.

It seemed that he had made a promise to Angoulême from Heatherton Village, and he could not find a reason to fail in Viren, so he set up some kind of ominous flag, which led to bad luck and various failure crises.

If this is true, maybe he should change his luck immediately?

He did it as soon as he thought of it. He raised his fists and declared in a generous tone, "Listen! My name is Victor, and I am a man who wants to become the Pirate King! People's dreams will never end!"

It was originally just a move to change his mood, but he didn't expect that the words would have an immediate effect. He felt that his luck seemed to have improved.

So the young man then pulled open his collar with his right hand and pressed his crotch with his left hand, "I, Victor Corleone, have a dream, that is to become a witcher star!"

However, this time after the line was finished, there was no other movement.

I reflected silently and admitted that it was really stupid to do so. It must be the influence of Corleone's second-year studies. The good luck was also a psychological comfort.

Patting his cheeks to encourage himself, Victor set out on the journey to find Kayla.

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