Witcher's Atelier

The defense of Crow's Nest Fortress is not bad, with towers and walls. I really don't understand why Visserad was so cowardly that he would rather abandon his foundation and choose to escape.

And the people who occupy this place now are making full use of it. Angouleme rolled her eyes and saw that the soldiers were deployed in the correct guard positions. Although their military discipline and morale are questionable, she is not here to kill people anyway.

As a traditional Temeria manor, the core building must be built of red bricks, and the garden is usually set on the west side. The witcher thought about the underground secret passage mentioned by Victor. Maybe he can go and see it after meeting the baron.

While strolling leisurely in the review room, Angouleme followed Sergeant Odal into the main building of the manor. In the restaurant with a lit fire and a long table full of food, he saw the long-lost white wolf Geralt of Rivia.

The face is still the same face, with deep features and sword-like eyebrows, but the eyes are not the same eyes.

After getting his memory back, the White Wolf became the legend again. The confusion and hesitation in his pupils disappeared, replaced by firmness, wisdom, and indifference from a hundred years of life experience.

But it was precisely because he did not lose his memory that when he saw Angouleme, Geralt showed a warm smile on his cold face.

"God has mercy on you! You finally took this step. By the way, what kind of herbal potion did Wick help you mix? He added too much fierce stuff to it and made you have no eyeballs!?"

"Tsk! You are so rude, uncle! The leader said this is called white eyes, which is a very noble and beautiful form of mutation!" Although he usually hates it the most, when others complain, the members are the type who firmly protect their shortcomings.

The white-haired witcher smiled knowingly, and the blond witcher made a face.

The person who sat at the head of the table, who had been watching from the sidelines from the beginning, finally found a chance to speak.

"Please take a seat! Ms. Angouleme, you are here at the right time. I always think that the best place to have a conversation is at the dining table.

It is a pleasure to see you again, the Golden Eagle of Temeria. My troops were also there during the Vizima riots, and I was fortunate to see you guarding the hospital and fighting bravely!

Although Temeria is no longer in existence, I want to say that your deeds are inspiring!" The host's polite words were polite and decent, but in fact, this guy looked as strong as a bear.

The bloody baron. Philip. Strenger, wearing a small fur hat, iron armor and a red robe, a long dagger on his chest, a thick beard, and a smell of wine all over his body.

Angoulême, who has a keen sense of smell, couldn't help rubbing his nose, "It is an honor to accept your hospitality." Then he pulled out a chair and sat down.

The main course was served quickly and tasted quite delicious. Especially in Velen at the moment, it was a very happy thing to be able to taste the authentic basil roast chicken and mushroom potato soup.

"Just now I heard your conversation with Geralt. You two have known each other for a long time?" Mr. Philip started the topic by breaking the bread and dipping it into the soup.

Without putting down his knife and fork, Angouleme responded rudely, "Indeed, we are very familiar friends. In fact, the reason why I came here is exactly the same as the uncle's!"

"Are you also looking for the white-haired girl?"

"Yes, I came for Ciri."

"Where is Victor? Didn't he act with you?" Thinking of the prophet who was hairless but very reliable, Geralt couldn't help but interrupt and ask.

"We have the same source of information, both from someone in Heatherton Village. Victor told me that the witch who had a conflict with Ciri doesn't live in Midcorps at all. It's actually Keira Metz who's hiding there. He went there to meet her first and asked me to come find you!"

The amount of information in Angouleme's words was quite huge. Geralt thought for a few seconds before he suddenly realized, "You mean he has a prophecy? Did he say anything about Ciri's specific whereabouts?"

"He did tell me something, but it has nothing to do with her specific whereabouts. He said that the key to finding Ciri is the uncle. As long as you act according to your heart, fate will naturally lead you to find the other person."

The girl stared at the uncle's tangled face, put down her knife and fork and scratched her hair, "As for us, we just need to watch from the side and don't make trouble. Don't deliberately interfere. When the time comes, she will naturally appear."

With a mouthful of old groan stuck in his throat, Geralt didn't know how to respond. It was not as simple and straightforward as last time. This time the answer was too much like a prophet, all ambiguous nonsense!

"Hahaha! That's all crap!" The Bloody Baron put down the spoon and stole the spotlight. His gray and full beard was stained with a little soup. "Just like those nonsense witch doctors or fortune tellers who sell ointments, they always paint you a rosy picture and bring you hope, but in the end, it turns out that they are all dirty and vulgar liars! ──"

"──I hear you're talking nonsense! You drunk pig who beats women when you drink! Victor Corleone is not a charlatan! He is the real prophet of this era. You don't understand how magical he is and how accurate his predictions are!"

Angoulême interrupted Philip's speech with anger, and his retort was even extremely rude, but the strange thing was that the Bloody Baron was not angry, but a little absent-minded.

Of course, he is not a masochist and will not feel good when scolded. He just thought of his daughter Tamara from the girl's attitude and words.

On the day she ran away from home, she also scolded herself like this. At that time, the prophet she chose to believe in was the eternal fire.

Geralt, who was watching coldly, shook his head and signaled to the girl not to continue.

White Wolf had not just arrived at Crow's Nest. He had been entrusted by the Baron to find his missing wife and daughter, and had achieved some results. Therefore, he could understand the Baron's current state and knew that her words might accidentally expose the truth.

But Geralt didn't know that Angouleme actually did it on purpose. If Philip had just mocked her, the girl would not care, but he dared to ridicule Victor, so he must be taught a lesson!

She knocked on the table, "Let me tell you what happened, and both of you listen to see if it matches: Ciri appeared nearby some time ago, accepted the Baron's hospitality, and chose to leave after recovering.

The Baron used her clues to exchange the uncle for help in finding his missing wife and daughter! But others don't know that the Baron is a bastard who beats his wife when he is drunk, and his daughter actually planned to run away from home with her mother!"

Philip Strenger's face darkened, "What you said is nothing. I looked for their rewards and posted them all over Velen. As for the claim that I beat my wife, this speculation is groundless!"

After speaking, he turned his head and stared at Geralt, suspecting that these words were told to her by White Wolf.

However, the girl did not stop her statement. "In my opinion, the Baron's beating of his wife is undoubtedly quite evil, but his wife also deserves a beating.

I chose to tolerate her because I love her, but this tolerance did not exchange for relative respect."

Her words came into his ears, and the White Wolf was very surprised, because even he himself only found a few clues and had fragmentary guesses about the above words.

He was sure that Angouleme had no reason to know, so there was only one source of information, which must have come from Victor's prophecy!

For similar reasons, the Baron's attitude also softened visibly, and he stared at the white eyes of the female witcher in surprise.

"Victor said: You occasionally hide in the garden and cry bitterly, where you planted flowers that you transplanted to please your wife. He also told the reason for your anger, which is--"

"--Everyone else, get out!" Philip suddenly interrupted her and roared, asking the servants and subordinates to leave the restaurant.

Decisively ran faster than a rabbit, and everyone knew that the bloody baron was very good at killing when he was angry!

But... obviously not today.

After everyone left, there was a moment of silence. He raised his glass to Angouleme, "I, Philip Strenger, sincerely apologize for my impoliteness just now. Please tell me in detail about the deeds of the prophet Victor Corleone!"

"No problem." Angouleme smiled brightly, and his eyebrows wriggled like caterpillars.

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