Witcher's Atelier

The short and timid shadow waved his arms, "Ah, did they find out there was a problem?... Damn nobles! They won't let Graham in."

"Shut your mouth! If you keep shouting like this, the nobles will hear you!" The strong black shadow scolded sternly.

The shadow with long arms and legs and a frivolous tone said: "Ha! No way, Veserad must be sitting on the silk chair cushion, probably eating meat... completely unaware that we are coming to chop him into meat paste." "

The next second, the voice of the strong black figure suddenly became excited, "WRYYYYYYY! The door is open! Come on, everyone!"

Then three black shadows disappeared into mist.

…

This is not far from the gate of Fike Island Fortress. Under the green light of the magic lantern, three ghosts in the jungle have just used stereoscopic projection to replay the most memorable moments before their death.

The attendance of this conspiracy drama was obviously not good. There were only two people in the audience. They were Keira who had just finished a boating trip on Lake Windamere and was preparing to go to the tower for sightseeing. Metz, and Victor. Corleone.

"It feels like that person was really excited when it was over..." After reading it with squinted eyes, the sorceress sneered at the corner of her mouth.

The witcher shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Maybe... but from the three-dimensional performance on the beach, it is clear that the fate of these plunderers is not very happy."

What Victor was referring to was that when they docked the ship and landed not long ago, they had a sneak peek and saw two ghosts who were desperately trying to board the ship and escape from the island. Unfortunately, they died in the process without realizing their ambition, and they heard a sad and desperate cry before they died.

Shaking her blond hair, shaking her head and sighing, Keira's response was cold and practical, "I don't care about their fate. Anyway, no matter how tragic the death of the fisherman named Milly or Harry, it can't atone for the harm he caused to the world.

Alexander shouldn’t die here, not at this time, at least not before the vaccine for the Catriona plague is created! "

"Igni!" Without responding to the other party's opinion, the witcher used the flaming seal to ignite the approaching rotten demon, and then naturally changed the subject, "My dear, the sun will set later, and we should enter the fortress."

…

"The Tower of the Mouse... This place is horribly cursed. Half a year ago, Baron Veserad, Lord of Velen, abandoned Crow's Nest and moved to the Isle of Feyk to escape the Nilfgaardian army.

Legend: When famine swept across Velen, this lord continued to enjoy himself without caring about the lives of his subordinates. The gods decided to punish him with a curse, and rats swarmed into the tower, eating Veserad, his family, and the court mage Alexander all alive.

Since that day, ghosts have haunted the island, and fishermen are afraid to sail on the lake, making the local economy even more bleak. "

"It roughly matches, but is slightly different from what I told you. Your version not only confirms the baron's evil deeds, but also involves the gods sending punishments. Which version of the story is this?"

"This is what the villagers said when they came to ask me, a kind witch, to solve the problem. Perhaps they thought that getting the endorsement of the gods would make their words more credible."

Passing through the dilapidated main entrance of the fortress and stepping on the wet and muddy soil, the sorceress and the witcher entered the Mouse Tower and stopped in a dilapidated and messy hall with overturned tables and chairs.

Samsara eyes flickered, and Victor scanned the environment in detail. He could vaguely see the splendor before the disaster. Unfortunately, now only the ghosts and ghosts were left, and the squeaking of mice in the corner was all that was left.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Keira. She was pressing the hilt of the Plague Enemy's sword, feeling the sense of security brought by the artifact and unconditionally driving away all fleas and rats that tried to get close.

"At least one thing they said is right. This tower is indeed severely cursed. The air filled with sticky magic and the malice hidden in it can guarantee that if the fog comes up later, there will definitely be demon spirits."

"As expected, Master Demon Hunter, is there anything else you would like to add to this situation?"

"Well... let's take a look at whether behind all this is the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality."

As he spoke, he raised the magic lantern to illuminate the remaining thoughts of ghosts in the hall, and a new scene of dark shadow drama unfolded again.

First, there is a ghost with slender arms and legs squatting on the ground, groping for something out of thin air. However, through the subtle and non-physical performance, it is easy to imagine that there is a freshly baked corpse in front of him, and everything becomes quite reasonable.

Then the burly ghost with a hoarse voice approached, "Where is that damn noble?"

"Don't look for him, it's him. His head is split like a ripe pumpkin, lying here quietly like a dead mouse."

"Hmph, he looks like a farmer like this, covered in his own blood and feces. There is nothing noble about him."

"They were too impulsive and let him die too quickly. They should have tortured him."

"It doesn't matter, his son can suffer for him, and so can his daughter! Go upstairs!"

…

After watching the live replay in silence, the two viewers were not in a very good mood, and no matter how angry they were, it was an irreversible past.

Even though Victor was mentally prepared, he still felt a little tight in his chest. These guys seemed to deserve their death.

After a pause, they left the hall and continued exploring. They all noticed that the door leading to the cellar had been violently damaged, so they chose to go down the steps to explore first.

The basement is filled with empty cages, and whatever was once in them has broken the locks and escaped.

Fortunately, there were two ghosts who stayed here after death. Under the light of the magic lantern, they explained the story with enthusiasm.

The farmer said angrily: "Oh my! These damn rich people, I will never understand what they are thinking, they actually locked the mice in the cage like rabbits."

The stupid fool: "Then should we let them out? If we leave them alone, they may starve to death."

"What nonsense! I would rather burn them to death. There is no benefit in letting them go.

Think about how much trouble they will cause if they all swim back to the village?"

"The mice swim back to the village!? How do you know they will swim over?"

"You don't have to worry about them, these little bastards are very smart, smarter than you!"

"Hey... Do you think they look listless? Do they have skin diseases? They stink!"

The performance of the ghost stopped here.

But at the end, Kayla and Victor looked at each other at the same time, and they read some kind of danger from each other's eyes - "Catriona Plague".

"Tsk tsk! Good death. Fortunately, all these guys died here and didn't make it back alive. Otherwise, not to mention Midcorps, I'm afraid that several surrounding villages would have been completely destroyed." The sorceress's usual indifferent film review.

Pursing his upper lip, the witcher sighed, "This time, you are right..."

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