Witcher's Atelier

Time flows by like water, never stopping for anyone.

When a new day begins, the golden morning light falls on the poorest far corner of Novigrad, the Pearl of the North, sending light and warmth indiscriminately.

Awakening from his light sleep, Old Danny stood up suddenly, opened the quilt in panic and jumped out of bed.

This rapid and arrogant sound of slamming doors has been echoing in every corner of the city from time to time recently. It is undoubtedly his deepest nightmare.

It was the sound of death knocking on the door.

Although he sensed that the wind was going in the wrong direction last year and immediately chose the golden basin to wash his hands, countless people who have been helped in Qili and Baxiang cannot forget that he was once an alchemist in a civilian area.

At the beginning, the targets of witch hunting were actually only those who used magic, such as mages or warlocks. However, as time passed, the scope of the attack naturally gradually expanded. These days, as long as the treatment methods are difficult to understand, they may be labeled as evil and become the target of arrest.

──Heaved a sigh of relief, it was the neighbor’s door that was knocked! ?

After realizing this, Old Danny couldn't help but feel a little lucky, but then he fell into despair.

Because amid the sound of the witch hunter breaking into the door, he heard the screams of his neighbor Ivan, "Coming to see old Danny? You are mistaken! That damn criminal lives next door!"

Sure enough, no one can lie in the face of the blazing flames, even if he has cured his sexually transmitted diseases.

Recalling the tragic scene of Kalkstein being burned alive in front of the city gate the day before yesterday, he no longer wanted to wait for the knock on the door, so Old Danny took out the poison pill he had prepared and swallowed it.

He would rather kill himself than be caught by a witch hunter! ! !

…

“You ask me what exactly is a witch hunter?

The answer is simple, just like you, live an honest life, hate lies, and only do good deeds.

Hunters act according to the laws of the gods and nature, and hate witches, wizards, and non-human machinations.

Ladies and gentlemen, the only difference between us and you is that we have the courage to take up arms and protect our land from evil, cutting down the gangrene that is eating us from within.

We had no leaders, no fortresses or lands. Although the god-fearing Radovid subsidizes us with gold from time to time, we owe no allegiance to him or any of our leaders. We serve only the eternal fire, and we only act according to the dictates of our conscience.

Who can join us? It’s okay as long as you’re kind-hearted and healthy. We are present in all the big cities in the north, and we will provide you with food, accommodation and weapons.

We will explain to you the signs of evil, like strange and ancient birthmarks, women over thirty with smooth skin, black cats in the yard... toads in the water tank... these are just a few examples.

We will teach you how to protect yourself from witchcraft and how to subdue and cut off magic with anti-magic metal.

We'll also teach you how to use a red-hot iron to draw out the darkest secrets of sinners and grant them cleansing with divine fire. "

──Witch Hunter Patrick. Germany. Wiz. forward. Leader of the Knights of the Flaming Rose

…

"Tamara. Strenger's Prayer

"O eternal fire! You ignite our hearts and give us light.

Please give us warmth, dry our tears, burn our enemies, and protect our friends.

Give my mother health,

punish my father,

Help me accomplish my mission! "

…

In the afternoon, the clouds were as dark as ink and it rained continuously.

In the "Crow's Nest", the capital of the Willen region, the nameless tavern was shabby but always visited. Thanks to the bad weather, it was full of guests today.

But the bustling noise cannot affect the east corner, which seems to be isolated from the world. There is an invisible boundary that allows all drinkers to consciously keep their distance.

This phenomenon seems to be due to the fact that sitting on that table is a guy who cannot be considered a human being──the witcher.

And if there's anything worse than drinking under the same roof with mutant freaks, it's drinking with three mutant freaks...

But even if they were dissatisfied, no one dared to speak. After all, two of the freaks were guests of the Bloody Baron and were publicly recognized, so no one had the guts to harass them.

Those who went to provoke him before used their blood to warn those who came after them that if they don’t want to be hung up and whipped, they must maintain enough respect for the witcher!

"Hehehe! As a guest, I must say that the Baron is a competent host. He simply and rudely proved to us that feeling at home is not a rare quality! It is not that difficult to change people's hearts!"

Putting down Tamara's prayer, her attitude of favoring her mother and hating her father was based on the fact that "every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite!" Victor refused to comment, and instead commented on the Baron's latest executive order.

"You must respect witchers!"

Hearing his complaints, the golden eagle Angoulen opposite covered his mouth and chuckled. The white wolf next to him, Geralt of Rivia, also put down his wine glass and laughed happily.

"I love that joke, Wick. Winter is definitely going to tell Lambert and Eskar and make them laugh too. They're going to regret not feeling at home in Willen. Hahahahaha!"

"Oh my god... this is life! Forget it, let's get back to the topic, so my dear friends, you will get the corpse baby that night and transform it into a house elf─"

"──It's not it, it's her, and her name is Tia." Angouleme rolled his eyes and corrected Victor.

Additional correction, she did not roll her eyes, that was the aftereffect of the herbal medicine.

Regarding the rectification behavior of the group members, Victor blinked and raised his eyebrows. The corners of Victor's mouth turned up, "Sorry, I don't know. It turns out to be Tia, the little girl Tia." He corrected the words cheerfully, "With the help of the Housework Elf, you found the tower. Marla's private prayer altar and prayers, as well as Ms. Anna's escape route, finally found traces of a large demon. "

"That's right! I'm not sure whether it's a Howler, a Fenter or a Juggernaut, but it's just that kind of ghost!" Geralt picked up the wine glass again and clinked it with Victor. "In short, the information we have obtained now , that is, Anna was captured by a monster while escaping, and Tamara may go to Oxenford to seek help from witch hunters, those terrible madmen.

Anyway, these are enough to complete the agreement with the Baron. We have indeed found the whereabouts. As for whether we can help save people, that is another matter.

And if we hadn’t been waiting for you to come over and meet up with ‘Burning Prophet Victor’, Angouleme and I would have left here the day before yesterday. "

The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, under the same roof...

"Tsk! What the hell is the Burning Prophet? Where did you get such a strange name!" After drinking the low-quality vodka in one gulp, Victor bared his teeth, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I actually didn't bring any important information. I know everything about Angouleme..."

"Maybe! But at least you can tell me the result of investigating the swamp witch? Is the other party really Keira?"

"That's right, at least the person Hantrick's clue points to is King Foltest's advisor Keira Metz. That's why I was late for a few days. She is hiding in seclusion near the village of Midcops . By the way, there are witch hunters everywhere, so I asked Keira to go to Kaer Morhen to avoid the limelight."

"I have no objection. You can let whoever you want to live there, don't just have to have several at a time. But from what you just said, does it mean that there is another witch who conflicts with Ciri?"

"Yes, but to explain this clearly, another rumor needs to be involved. I──"

"──Bang!" The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the bustling tavern suddenly became silent when the two people came in, which also temporarily interrupted the communication between the witchers.

They are Sergeant Odar, the baron's top man, and the brave and tenacious Captain Shafrin!

Completely ignoring the looks of others, the burly man with a sloppy, wet beard came to the witcher table seriously and bowed like a tiger-like dog.

"Sergeant Odar, under the command of the Bloody Baron, sincerely invites Your Excellency, the Burning Prophet, Mr. Victor, to visit the Crow's Nest."

After hearing the other party's words, Victor finally knew the origin of the strange title "Burning Prophet". With the two witchers in front of him as the foreshadowing, the other party's invitation was definitely not hostile, and it was natural for them to seek out him. However, the communication with the White Wolf had to be postponed a little.

Making eye contact with Geralt, Victor threw down a few gold coins on the table to settle the bill, and waved his hand for Sergeant Odar to lead the way. His behavior was exactly the same as Angouleme not long ago.

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