Witcher's Atelier

The witcher and the sorceress arrived a step late.

Although Victor was sure that the Wild Hunt had not brought many people this time after the psychic communication.

But because it took too long to communicate with Keira, when they continued to move forward and arrived at the library deep in the ruins, the other party had already ended the search and disappeared.

The messy scene showed that the Wild Hunt had turned over everything. If they had enough time, they might have demolished the whole place.

In the dead silence, only the three-dimensional image of the elven wizard was still playing on the platform in the corner of the room, and there was only one reason why it was not violently destroyed... The narrative information was obviously outdated for the pursuers──

"Seagull's daughter. Ji Wei'er, it's not safe here, don't stay here.

Don't trust anyone, especially pay attention to the witch in the hunchback mud.

Try to get to the place where we met last time."

The message was very simple, but without other clues to help judge, only Ciri and the elven wizard would know where they met last time.

Seeing that it was too late, the witcher was in a bad mood, so the sorceress gently comforted him, "Don't worry, judging from the content of the message, at least the Wild Hunt can't catch them based on it."

Victor shook his head, "I'm not worried, nor disappointed, but it's a pity... It's a pity that I missed the opportunity to further evaluate the opponent.

The navigator who led the search this time is called Nislila, who is said to be a very powerful warrior. And I haven't experienced the power of white frost directly."

From the young man's response, it can be heard that he didn't expect to find Ciri in the ruins at all. That kind of firm and certain confidence can only be explained by knowing it earlier.

"Then what should we do next?" When the witcher recognized the identity of the prophet, the sorceress naturally asked for his opinion before taking action.

The witcher had a question mark on his face, "Do you still need to ask me? Don't you find the magic lantern that the elf wizard owes you, and then ask me to go to Feke Island to solve the problem of the curse of the Mouse Tower?"

The plan was easily revealed, and Keira's face was full of colorful expressions, and she was hesitant to speak.

Without the need to read minds, Victor could tell what she wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask. "Yes, that's right, don't doubt it! I know what happened on that island, and I know what's on that island.

Before I went to the thatched cottage to find you, I saw a notice on the bulletin board warning people not to approach the island, and I also asked the villagers in Midcorps Village for details.

And I know even more that you are so keen on solving the curse of the Mouse Tower for the information left by the tower wizard - the research experiment on the Catriona plague."

"Damn it!" The sorceress sighed unhappily, "I am not a I know how unhappy those who were read my mind in the past were. It's a pity for that flexible tongue. It's really a bad experience to chat with you!"

"Don't be like this..." The witcher defended his tongue, "Although it always spits out unpleasant words, it can't help it. Besides, it's soft and warm! Isn't it?"

"Tsk tsk! Bastard, you made me want to try it again!"

"Oh~ Let's try it!"

It must be emphasized that, unlike other dark and humid places, the library of the ruins is bright and dry because it is necessary to preserve the collection.

So Keira raised her eyebrows and Victor blinked his eyes. There was nothing important, so they decided to do it! He swept the books on the table to the ground to make room, and she cast a spell to transform into a soft blanket.

...

After a verbal battle, the witcher successfully proved to the sorceress that his tongue was not as bad as she described!

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A few days later, after a carpet search, the two of them took out the "Eye of Nehleni" to see through the illusion and successfully found the hidden magic lantern.

"Normally, I should take the lantern home first, use it to test and collect relevant information in advance," Keira said, holding the object, her expression looked radiant.

"But since you have already used the future vision, you must know how to solve the curse!" She handed the lantern to Victor, "Everything is up to you, I will go back to the hut and wait for your news!"

After taking the magic prop, Victor, who was slightly tired, had a few black lines on his face, "Is it really good to be a hands-off boss like this? In the name of knowledge advancement, Ms. Keira, you should at least go to the site to supervise the construction?"

"But I hate rats! That tower is full of rats!"

"Ensure safety, I let you take the plague enemy!"

With one sentence, the sorceress stopped the excuse, and she stared at the witcher fiercely with her blue eyes.

"Please! Don't be so unhappy... We will row to Feke Island. Think about it! Let's row our oars, the boat pushes away the waves, and the lake reflects the beautiful white tower..."

Just like that, under Victor's diligent persuasion and assurance, Keira finally did not refuse to go with him.

...

The next afternoon, a small boat rowed to Feke Island - this small island is located on Lake Windamere in the center of Velen.

According to the information revealed by nearby residents, "The island is very dangerous. There stands a haunted rat tower. It used to be a laboratory of a warlock named Alexander.

I don't know what he is researching in it. I only know that he has mice and always asks farmers to catch mice. Although his request is very strange, Lord Veserad always responds to requests.

Until the arrival of the Nilfgaard army, Baron Veserad chose to abandon the fortress of Crow's Nest, lead his family to flee to the island, hide in the tower with abundant food storage, and let his people sink into famine.

Such behavior was undoubtedly very bad, and as a result, they suffered divine punishment and all died tragically in the tower for unknown reasons. Even the fishermen who went to investigate the situation were killed and injured, and no one dared to go near it again. "

The boat floated gently in the water. After listening to what Victor relayed, Keira's lips slightly turned into a smile, "Oh~ dear, you don't really believe this story, do you?"

"There is often some truth hidden in every story, otherwise it would not reach people's hearts directly. Maybe you would like to tell us which ones are true?"

"It's true that people are dead... and it's also true that the land is cursed. As for the other things, I don't know. You know, I hate rats... Although I want that information, I really hate rats."

Victor laughed as the cool wind blew in his face.

"Speaking of which, I discovered one thing. You never asked me why I wanted this information. You shouldn't be the person who ignores this matter, so do you know or guess the answer?"

"Is there a difference between guessing or knowing? Researching a vaccine for the Catriona Plague and rescuing the people who are in deep suffering is a very encouraging thing in itself. There is no need to choose before giving you the information."

The sun shines on the lake, and the fish swim freely in the water. Thinking about the witcher's answer and thinking of the ominous prophecy, the sorceress is thoughtful.

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