Witcher's Atelier

A magic lantern is like a magic mirror, which not only reveals the monsters and ghosts in the tower, but also reveals the evil hearts of people.

Receiving Kayla's almost explicit look, Victor touched his nose and spoke to comfort the ghost, "Don't be excited! Ms. Annabelle, we are of course willing to help you, but you have to help us think about how to lift the curse.

But before we start, there is a small problem that concerns me. You don't seem to be the last person to die on Feke Island...

Just now, outside the vault on the fifth floor, we found the body of a bandit. The deceased seemed to be attacked by a monster, and it happened not long ago.

Do you know what else lives in this tower?"

The green screen shadow paused slightly, "I... How can I know? Because of the curse, the island is very dangerous. Most people dare not come here, and even I want to leave." After a short pause, Annabelle hesitated again, "Maybe it's a ghost? There are many ghosts here, and I hear their whispers every night."

"No, I'm not talking about ghosts. It's some more specific and more powerful existence. Monsters are haunting here. I believe you must have noticed something." The witcher asked calmly and firmly.

The ghost screamed hysterically, "I don't know! I didn't find anything! Why do you ask me like this!? Why do you have to force me? You should be here to save me, not to torture me!"

"Ah! Ma'am, calm down, don't be nervous! I'm just a little concerned, but it's not that important. We can skip the conversation just now.

Next, tell me, can you communicate with other evil spirits on the island?" Victor changed the subject casually, showing that the question just now was not important. Instead, Keira, who was listening, blinked and folded her hands in front of her chest.

After stabilizing her emotions, Annabelle replied in a hoarse voice: "... There is no way, I can't communicate with other evil spirits. There is only me here, and other ghosts run away when they see me. I don't know why.

Are you afraid of me too, witcher?"

"No! I used to deal with ghosts often, and even faced the entire legion in Skellige. But I have to admit that compared with their "insanity", you are a little... different, you are very, very sober."

When responding to the other party, the witcher's reincarnation eyes stared at every subtle movement of the black shadow.

"Maybe it's caused by a curse. Witcher, I've read a lot of books that mention that a curse born of hatred can only be solved by the power of love. Tell me, who would love a demon?"

"Have you considered using love to solve the curse? It makes sense. By the way, did your lover die in the chaos?"

"Graham... No, he's still alive. If he died, I'd know. But he left me and ran away! He left me here alone!"

"In that case, come and tell me about this Graham. If you can forgive him, maybe you can solve the curse and purify this island smoothly. Is he the son of a noble?"

"No, he's a poor fisherman. My father is very opposed to our relationship. He thinks we have no future.

But I love him and I still can't forget him... Every night I walk to the shore and look at the village opposite, wondering if he still remembers me?"

Annabelle's tone is soft, and it contains rich emotions.

But the witcher is very disappointing, "Didn't you just say you can't leave the tower?"

"Is there? You must have heard it wrong." The ghost answered blankly.

"I should have heard correctly, and Ms. Keira can testify for me."

"I... I don't understand either. This is like a nightmare." Annabelle's voice began to stutter again.

"Since we started talking, my badge has been vibrating violently. There is no doubt that you are the center of this curse. The aura of other ghosts on the island is not as strong as yours."

"I don't understand what you are talking about, but you seem to know something. Maybe you are right. I can feel that my destiny is closely tied to this island, perhaps because I am the heir of these lands?"

"The root of the curse may be your bloodline connected to this land. If this is true, as long as you let go of your hatred and forgive Graham, you should be able to lift the curse."

"I... loved him, and I am willing to forgive him. But I must know that he regrets his actions.

Take my bones to him, he must bury me, and we will say goodbye to each other at that time. Will you go and tell him? Are you willing to help me do this?"

"Your story is very sad, I am willing to help you, but not with This way.

Taking anything from this cursed island, or any cursed place, is extremely dangerous. Moreover, it is unwise to move the skeleton of a woman with a powerful soul. "

"Ahhh! Everyone says that witchers are cold-blooded beasts, and it is true."

After a while of scolding, seeing that Victor had no intention of changing his words, Annabelle retreated to the second best option, "Then, can you bring Graham here? I really want to say goodbye to him."

"Can you give me some time to think about it? I just helped a couple reunite last year. The man said in advance that he wanted to say goodbye, but it turned into a fierce bloody conflict in the end. I was really in trouble."

"Ahhhh! You don't want to help me at all, right! I thought someone would finally pity me. I am such a stupid woman!" Annabelle suddenly roared angrily.

The shadow suddenly became clearly visible in the green light of the magic lantern, turning into a floating demon spirit.

She looked like a sick woman, with a rotting body and pus and sores, and a group of rats squeaking and scum scurrying out from the corner of the room.

Staring at the most conspicuous part of the Plague Banshee──a long and thick tongue, which can be called a big tongue ball. Victor sighed, "In fact... I am often blamed by my subordinates for being too soft-hearted and holding too much sympathy and refusing to let go.

So please, listen to me, this is an ultimatum, I really don't want to beat you!"

"Ah!" Annabelle chose to respond with a fierce attack.

"Quinn!" The shield opened and slid away the claws, and the witcher slapped the ground with one hand, "You asked for it! Arden. Magic Turret!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Continuous thunder exploded in the laboratory.

...

The Plague Banshee is a relatively rare type of demon spirit, usually accompanied by plague. They are powerful demons with a heart full of pain and resentment. The deep pain keeps her sane, the strong resentment drives her to act, and gives her the ability to spread disease and death.

——《Dying in anger and pain. Those terrible demons》

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The setting sun shines, the waves are jagged, and water birds fly over Lake Andamere.

A small boat sways, carrying the sorceress and the witcher, and sways towards the fishing village on the other side of Fike Island.

Not long ago, without Keira's intervention, Victor beat the plague banshee Annabell twice, once in the top floor laboratory with a magic turret to fly away, and once when they were about to leave the tower, she was unwilling to chase them out again.

"Okay! Don't show me your displeasure. Although she seems miserable after being chopped by my silver sword, as long as the curse is still there, she will soon show her teeth and claws."

"Of course I know, I just don't understand why you want to make those tests. You clearly knew that Annabelle was the core of the curse."

Victor paddled hard and sniffed, "The reason for the test is very simple. I am too soft-hearted. I want to know if there is any other way to save her angry soul besides using Graham's life."

"Tsk! It's a pity that your attempt completely failed! Besides, even if the soul is healthy and normal and can be saved, what can you do for her?" Keira asked back unhappily.

The witcher looked depressed, "Well... although it is impossible to completely resurrect, with her remaining remains, I should be able to create a body for her to live in, and it will be okay if she wants to do something love with her lover."

"What did you say!?" The shocked sorceress widened her eyes, "Did I hear you right? You mean you can revive her?"

"You heard me wrong, I didn't say that, of course I can't revive Annabelle." The alchemist was pragmatic.

"What I mean is that if Annabelle's soul is intact, I can use alchemical clay to make a movable prosthesis for her, so that they can finally get married.

Although it is only a temporary creation, the function will not be too perfect, and there are many maintenance and repair related matters, but it is not very difficult.

My grandmother started to help my second grandmother make a body at the age of seventeen. She made more than ten bodies in total, and it was not until she was twenty-four that she used the Philosopher's Stone to achieve perfection. In order to witness a sincere love, I am willing to spend a little effort──"

Listening on the side, the more I listened, the more exaggerated it felt. Finally, I determined that Victor was talking nonsense again. Keira resumed the state of dead eyes and turned hard. Changing the subject, "--Stop! I understand your good intentions.

Anyway, let's go find Graham now. Are you sure he's willing to see Annabelle even though he knows he might die?"

The witcher nodded, "Yes, I'm sure.

Driven by desire, in the name of love, Graham made a stupid mistake and tricked the fortress gates open to let the peasants rob the nobles, thinking that this would allow the two of them to live together.

Stupid action, stupid guy, but he loves Annabelle and is willing to die for her."

"Dying for love? It's really stupid, it couldn't be stupider!" Concluding, the sorceress looked at the sunset with a leisurely look in her eyes.

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