Witcher's Atelier

"Diary of a Fire-Eating Performer"

I was in Lomogne during the summit. My partner and I went there because we knew a lot of powerful people would be meeting at the ruins.

When big shots like this meet to discuss interests, performers like us will definitely make money. After all, they are tired of talking and need to enjoy some simple entertainment and laugh a few times to relax.

I learned this from my father, who used to drag me to perform jugglers outside palaces and conference venues across the continent.

Now I make a living performing fire-eating performances, so as soon as I heard that there was going to be a conference in Lomugna, I immediately told my partners and headed deeper into the Blue Mountains.

I didn't like politics before, but this time I couldn't help but eavesdrop. Our Temerian king has just died, but no suitable successor can be found, John. The summit attended by Representative Natalis will determine our future.

Radovid was also present. He still looked like a young man, but he was already as imposing as an old wolf who was familiar with hunting. This hungry wolf seemed to regard Temeria as ripe rotten flesh, and his mouth was drooling...

The rest of the meeting was dull, with much of the time spent talking about the Upper Aedirn riots and their leader, Saskia, who was known as "The Holy Lady," although I never had a chance to confirm for myself whether this was true.

Nilfgaard sent a representative named Hirad, and some mages were also present, stating that the Supreme Council of Warlocks must be reactivated.

I didn't hear much about these things. My eyes were completely attracted by the unusually large military force present. After all, wasn't this supposed to be a "peaceful" meeting?

Contrary to the purpose, the courtyard of the ruins is full of armored infantry patrolling with sharp weapons in their hands.

Radovid even brought along the "Knights of the Flaming Rose", those arrogant bastards who seemed ready to fight anyone who disagreed with them at any time.

So even though the coins were rolling in, we sensed danger and two of the best business guys escaped first. Before the meeting was over, we packed our things into the car and left Lomugna as quickly as possible.

When we climbed up the mountain pass, we looked back and saw several plumes of smoke coming out of the Lomugna ruins...

…

It's ten o'clock in the morning and it's raining sun... and drizzle... in Outfoot.

Kaduin snapped his fingers, and an invisible film appeared, protecting him and Victor from getting wet while walking in the rain.

The red robe worn by the mage is made of silk, the bachelor's cap is bright and light, and the accessories he wears are also valuable.

His attire came into view, and thinking of the fleeing Keira and the victims, Victor couldn't help but test it, "It's surprising! You look like you are living a good life, which is almost misleading. Now is the time. The heyday of the Warlock Council. Unfortunately, this is not the case for all mages.”

Looking sideways at the witcher, Kaduin shook his head, "Don't be sarcastic! I know what you want to say. We have witnessed the decline of mages with our own eyes, and I am doing my best to help spellcasters save their lives. Things are not that difficult, as long as They don’t mind wearing a muzzle or a yoke.”

Ignoring the drizzle, the vendors on the roadside were still trying their best to sell. Victor remained silent and listened to the mage continue to explain.

"Dragon Slayer, it's easy to play the hero, and even easier to die a fool. But someone must live on to preserve our knowledge for future generations.

You don't understand...you can't understand. Sometimes it takes courage to retreat. "

Blinking his eyes, the witcher whistled, "Maybe! Is Radovid still satisfied with the progress of the witch hunting?"

"No, and he would at least be happy if he saw Philippa Earhart burned to death."

Philippa. Erhart...the beautiful, politically-loving "Tretog Court Spider."

"Your king has a very good memory."

"What she did to His Majesty will be hard to forget."

…

The brief exchange ended suddenly, and they stopped at Oxenfurt Pier, where a huge warship was being shipped.

Six fully armed guards stopped in front of Victor and Kaduin. The leading captain said arrogantly, "Dragon Slayer! Welcome to the Royal Oxenfurt Tritog. It was once the Reda A glorious symbol of the Nian fleet, but now retired."

Judging from the visual inspection, it was about fifty yards long, fourteen yards wide, and had a draft of seven yards—a classic craft of the sailing era. The witcher shrugged his shoulders, "It is indeed a beautiful ship."

"Yes, you have to leave your weapons behind before going up."

This is the intended meaning of the question. Victor took off his weapon and handed it to the other party.

Then the captain led the way, with the mage Kaduin at the rear, escorting the famous dragon slayer from the north through the springboard into the Tritog.

On the luxurious terrace renovated at the end of the deck, Victor met the ruler of Redania again. The nemesis of the man in black. The last hope of the North. Radovid V.

The person wearing the crown is wearing a red-based silver eagle costume, with a familiar handsome profile and bald head, just like when they first met, with his left hand holding his chin and thinking, and his right hand playing with the chess pieces on the ivory chessboard.

Stopping at a suitable distance, the witcher stroked his chest and bowed, with impeccable etiquette, "Your Majesty, Victor Corleone salutes you."

Radovid, who was more than a year old, raised his head, his eyes were obviously deeper and sharper. Nilfgaard was indispensable, and perhaps in order to increase his majesty, his bald head also grew a beard, making him look much more mature.

"Ah...you're here! Come and sit down, right across from me."

Noticing the witcher's hesitation, the executioner who had launched the witch hunt chuckled, "It's okay, Dragon Slayer Victor, you're welcome.

I like you! From the first time we met, when I wasn't even a king, you showed enough respect for me. So, your seat will always be reserved across from my chessboard."

The other party had said this, and if he refused, he would be angry. Victor chose to sit down, "Your Majesty, you suddenly summoned me, how can I serve you?"

"You are a straightforward person, but I'm not that anxious." He took up a black and a white queen and held them in his palm. The king simply exchanged them behind him, and then took them out and put them in front of the witcher, "Play a game with me first! Let me see how much your chess skills have improved in the past few years."

Radovid's eyes were sharp, and the style of "as a matter of course, please cooperate with me" had completely evolved into "as a matter of course, you should cooperate with me."

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of the red wine filled by the attendant. The familiar taste belonged to "Lafite". Victor chose the black queen.

Time flies, as if it is the night of Traitorg all over again.

The witcher plays black again, Radovid V still plays white, the hourglass counts down to three minutes, and the moves are reversed!

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