Witcher's Atelier

The two of them found their way to the depths of the ruins.

"Actually... I saw your death scene!" Not long after walking with Keira, Victor stopped acting and said, "Thank you for taking risks with me. You've been nice to me, so I have to be sincere to you."

"You... are you kidding me? I'm telling you this is not funny!" She cursed in excitement. Hearing the witcher's earth-shattering speech, the sorceress's expression was full of shock.

For someone like her who once stood high, even if she was hunted down by the "witch hunter" and fled to the countryside, she would feel sad for the victims of others, but it was impossible to say that she was really worried about her own death.

"I'm not kidding. As I said when I first entered the cave, my foresight can see some fragments of the future. And I did witness that in a certain time and space, you were pierced on a stake and died with a bloody smile..."

Victor's tone was extremely serious, and Keira's face turned pale. People usually don't want to believe words that are unfavorable to them, but she can't pretend not to hear the prophecy of Victor, a little charlatan.

After all... the bastard in front of him said "Burning Omen", explained it to himself in a nearly vernacular way, and finally verified it.

And looking back at Victor's past trajectory, his logic is almost prophetic. He may not choose the best option, but he can always avoid the worst!

After a moment of silence, "Okay! How much do you know about my death? I want to know the details." Keira still asked this question.

First climb up the broken steps, Victor reached out and pulled her up, "Don't be nervous, I know you may not believe me completely, so I'm going to prove it step by step.

First of all, what the elf owes you should be a magic lantern, which is used to awaken the soul that has not yet dissipated to talk!"

The sorceress said nothing, and the witcher could not read minds, but he could hear her heartbeat quickening and the sound of swallowing saliva.

"And the reason you want to get the magic lantern is to want-"

"-Shut up!" Keira stopped him from continuing to expose the news. "I suddenly don't want to know so much!... At least not now!"

Smile paused, Victor could understand her feelings, no matter who was exposed to the secrets in person, they would feel uncomfortable. Just give the other party some buffer time to accept it.

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Wandering around in the dark ruins.

The witcher and the sorceress were lucky. They were lucky to find a hint left by the elves in a hall - a projection of a body that was saved on a stone platform through magic and automatically appeared when someone approached.

The elf wearing a hooded cloak and a silver mask murmured: "Daughter of the Seagull, I'm waiting for you. Follow the instructions of the sword..."

Victor patted his forehead with his eyebrows knitted into a river shape. "The daughter of the seagull should refer to Ciri, the descendant of Laura Doron."

"That's right! According to tradition, the elf wizard will definitely call her that." Keira clapped her hands in agreement, "But what does it mean to follow the instructions of the sword? Is it a code word?"

"It's a code word, but the answer is very simple. Just know that Ciri named her sword Jiweier - Swallow."

The road connecting the hall has several directions. Victor pointed to one of the arches, which was engraved with a swallow pattern.

"Please, who else would know about this obscure thing besides you?"

"At least Geralt knows. Judging from the wizard's obscure message, he predicted that the Wild Hunt would track us down... I hope he has set up enough obstacles to greet those uninvited guests."

...

The abandoned ruins are so magnificent, witnessing the lost glory of the elves.

The air underground is humid, and they follow the mark of the swallow.

It didn't take long for the two to come to a circular square with a patio, and they saw a new message platform again, with a familiar elf man standing on it.

"Look there, it looks very similar to the pillar with projection just now..." Keira hurried up excitedly, and Victor followed.

On the platform, the elven wizard's tone was mysterious, reciting repeatedly, "Swallow! The obvious path is not necessarily the best, go find the Kelpie!"

"Kelpie? Is he referring to the sea monster in mythology?" After hearing the video message clearly, the sorceress habitually turned to the witcher to ask for his opinion.

And he did not disappoint her, raising his eyebrows mischievously, "No, it's Ciri's horse, named Kelpie.

She is a black mare with a very well-proportioned body, strong muscles and graceful gait, and her mane is shiny. She can run like the wind and fly as fast as a sea monster."

"Thank you for your detailed introduction...even too detailed, it sounds like you have ridden it before?"

"I have ridden it more than once, she is really a good horse."

...

The square surrounding the patio is connected in all directions, and each door has various strange patterns, including mountain cats, swallows, and even sea monsters!

But Victor was not confused at all, because "the obvious path is not necessarily the best."

After drinking the cat's eye potion, the witcher's shining reincarnation eye directly looked into the depths of the patio. Sure enough, next to the leisurely pool, he clearly saw the pattern of the horse.

Pointing to Keira below, Victor turned over and jumped into the well.

After swimming deep into the water and passing through an underwater passage, the witcher pressed the trigger to open a door that did not exist, and was greeted by the sorceress's admiring eyes.

"I now believe that we will really reach the destination earlier than the Wild Hunt. With these tricks, without enough understanding of Ciri and outstanding action, we can't find the way forward at all."

"Don't say that. I just felt my luck turn good. Don't help me put flags on my back."

"What flags are you talking about?"

"The custom in my hometown is that even if it is foolproof, you must never say it, otherwise it is easy to face unexpected setbacks."

The two people who were walking and chatting stopped in front of the portal. There was a swallow mark on the top and an activated crystal next to it.

"Very good, I found the culprit who hindered my teleportation spell. It was this portal that caused it." Keira crossed her arms dissatisfiedly.

Victor picked his ears, "You should be glad that it only sent you to the rat's nest."

Walking to the activation crystal, the witcher used the Alder sign to attack, and then the usual rumble of the portal sounded.

"Let's go. This portal was prepared by the elven wizard for Ciri. It must be safe and guaranteed."

"Wait a minute!" Keira stopped Victor, "Let's continue the topic just now. Suppose... suppose that what the elves owe me is really a magic lantern, what does that have to do with my death?"

Turning to look at the sorceress, the witcher stared at her beautiful face and thought about his words. From ancient times to the present, advice must be given to the right people.

And this little blond woman, if he directly said everything, she might get angry and go to the tiger mountain even though she knew there was a tiger in the mountain.

And that result is obviously completely contrary to the original intention.

He didn't understand why Geralt in the game could convince the other party with just a few words, just treat it as the power of the protagonist. But based on the experience of their last quarrel, persuading Keira can't be forced, and she must let her think it through herself.

So Victor touched his nose, "I don't know why it turned out like that. I only saw you using the magic lantern in the thatched cottage. And the place where you were finally executed was a bit like the Hierophant Square in Novigrad."

The sorceress was shocked by the detailed information, and her expression changed from gloomy to bright.

Standing there for a while, she waved to the witcher to follow, and then moved lightly through the portal.

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