Witcher's Atelier

When the moon rose above the treetops, Victor arrived at the "Garlin Manor". The pig-headed flag of the Redanian Wild Boar Army fluttered in the wind in front of the door. However, just as he had predicted, the mansion in front of him was completely in flames.

The once gorgeous and majestic main building was now burning brightly and in a trance. The orange-red flames were dazzling and bright, and it looked eerie and beautiful in the darkness.

Around the "Giant Torch", there are many young men of this era who are putting out fires. They have weird hairstyles - Banpingshan or Mediterranean; their cheeks and arms are covered with incomprehensible tattoos - pig heads or no mouths. Cats fully demonstrate their unruly personality.

The way to put out a fire is not to use water to extinguish it. In this age of relying on manpower, there is no solution to a fire of this magnitude. What the Shamat youths can do is to move flammable objects away to avoid the spread of the fire.

And from the laughter and curses at their work, it can be heard that they don't really care about the prosperous fire in front of them, they are just carrying out the leader's requirements.

Victor doesn't care either.

Jumping off the horse and approaching the main building calmly, he noticed that next to the wood piles in front of the house, there were three killers who were different from other similar fire fighters. They were performing a special activity - a death penalty called "beheading".

A woman with a strong figure, dark complexion and big earrings swung her long sword and danced with sword flowers. She looked like she should be an executioner.

And a man whose hair was shaved, leaving only a strand of long hair on the top, his hands were tied behind his back, and his head was pressed firmly on a wooden stake by another shirtless man. He was desperately shouting for mercy. He was probably responsible for beheading. Prisoner.

"Please no, please!"

"shut up!"

"Let me go! Don't touch me! Let's eat, drink and fight side by side! Now you want to kill me? I'm one of your gang!"

"Quiet! You used to be, but you are no longer."

Obviously they were playing for real. Victor took two steps forward curiously, "What crime did he commit?"

"It's none of your business? It's none of your business, boy!" the shirtless man replied.

"Calm down, there is no need to be so angry. I just want to know what is going on."

"Are you deaf? Get away! Freak!" Noticing Victor's eyes, the killer also emphasized her tone.

Touching his nose, the witcher raised the corners of his mouth, "Gentlemen and ladies, please speak up, otherwise I will teach you what politeness is!"

Unexpectedly, I felt something cold from Victor's tone. The shirtless man shut up and looked at his companion, while the killer girl hesitated for a few seconds and then shook her head.

"You pretentious bastard! This is the leader's order. Olgierd ordered us to kill him. Are you satisfied? Now get out of here, we still have a lot of work to do."

"Not satisfied, you didn't answer my question," the witcher spread his hands, "I know Olgierd wants him to die, but I still don't know what mistake this guy made?"

"What the hell does this have to do with you?"

"I don't like repeating the same words over and over again. I'm just curious and want to know. Give me the answer and I'll turn around and leave."

Biting her lower lip, the dark-skinned woman said angrily: "He violated our code of chivalry! There is only one punishment, which is death!"

Raising his eyebrows with interest, Victor was about to ask what the chivalrous code of this group of murderers was when the front door of the mansion was pushed open with a loud bang, interrupting his pursuit.

One has fiery red hair and facial features very much like David. Beckham's man strode out of the house.

"What are you arguing about...why hasn't it been resolved yet? I'm tired of hearing his screams!"

After hearing the man's accusation, the female killer quickly raised her steel sword and chopped with all her strength, decapitating the victim on the spot. When they saw the real owner they wanted to meet, the witchers also withdrew their curiosity and did not bother to interfere with their lynching.

All these guys here are dead, so some must be unjustly accused, but if one is killed and one is released, there must be something that slips through the net.

"Tsk! Look who's here?" He noticed the stranger next to him and saw his eyes again. Beckham clapped his hands excitedly, "Wow! They are actually the next batch of witch hunters who want to stick sticks in the witch hunter!? What are you doing here?"

"Ogierd Everec? What a grand bonfire!" Victor yawned with his hands folded on his chest.

"I am. You know, a feast must be about singing, dancing, and having fun. Of course, I also admit that the situation is a little out of control at the moment. But this is not what I want."

Unexpectedly, he had just finished speaking, "You killed my father!" A girl in a noble dress ran out of the grass and attacked. She cried and cursed angrily, while she stabbed the steel sword deeply into Olgierd's chest, from the left The chest and heart position penetrates through.

The witcher can clearly see it from the front, and the blood on the tip is bright red.

"I didn't kill your father." Even though he was mortally wounded, Olgierd calmly turned around to defend himself as if nothing had happened.

The excited girl yelled, "You're lying! Damn you bastard!"

"It wasn't me. Look over there! The guy who was beheaded did it. He did it on his own initiative without my knowledge.

Your father refused to entertain us, for which he was very angry, and because he had violated the code of chivalry, he was subject to death. "

Under the firelight, in the half-darkness, Olgierd spoke eloquently, with a calm and indifferent tone. Even with the deadly steel sword stuck in his chest, he didn't look like someone who was about to die.

The eerie atmosphere oppressed the entire audience, and the girl stepped back in panic.

"Is there anything else I can help you with? If not, you can go." He waved his hand, signaling his men to make way for the girl.

Perhaps because she was used to it, the shamatte girl next to her quietly walked behind the leader and pulled out the steel sword with force.

As expected, the wound healed quickly and visibly.

Turning back to Victor, Ogierd chuckled, "It seems that you are not surprised at all. You are indeed well-informed. ... Where were we just talking about?"

"I haven't gotten to the point yet. But I have to say that this is a very good performance, vividly interpreting the arrogance of the undead."

"Hahahaha! You said it very well! It is necessary to go crazy from time to time to make people feel the vitality of life. A freak like you with a long life should understand my feelings."

Victor shrugged his shoulders, "There is still a difference. For example, I refuse to satisfy the emptiness of life by bullying the weak."

".That's a pity. I don't like your statement at all." Ogierd frowned.

As the tone of the undead changed, his killers gathered from all directions, cursing and surrounding the witcher.

The conflict seemed to be imminent!

But at this moment, all the noise stopped abruptly, and the world suddenly became quiet, leaving only the crackling of the burning flames and the light humming coming from the depths of the forest.

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