Witcher's Atelier

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to this afternoon's auction. Item No. 1 is a small bronze statue collected by the notorious Count Romilly. Rumor has it that there is a treasure hidden inside. Just smash this beautiful bronze statue to prove the truth of the rumor..."

The auctioneer on the stage introduced the products with great enthusiasm, using various stories to stir up the atmosphere, while Xia Ni, who was sitting in the audience listening, had an empty seat next to her.

"The reserve price is a cheap fifty kronor, and the price will increase by fifty kronor each time. Anyone want to bid?

Mr. Vivaldi bids one hundred kronor!

Mr. Hibbert bids one hundred and fifty. Anyone want to bid two hundred? Want to bid?

Mr. Vivaldi bids two hundred kronor! Great! Anyone want to bid two hundred and fifty?

Two hundred once! Twice! Three...! Oh my God! Mr. Hibbert bids two hundred and fifty, anyone want to bid three hundred?

Once! Twice! Mr. Yalomir bids three hundred kronor! Anyone want to bid again? Three hundred kronor...

Mr. Hibbert bids three hundred and fifty! Once! Twice! Three times!"

The auctioneer's gavel slammed down, announcing the end of this round of bidding, "Item No. 1, the mysterious statuette, sold! Mr. Hibbert bid it!"

At this moment, Victor quietly walked into the hall and sat down next to Shani.

Although the witcher was obviously late, the senior sister's expression was not impatient. Her swan-like neck leaned slightly against his shoulder, and her lips moved slightly, "How is it, is everything going well?"

"Sorry, I'm late.

The bald, fat-headed, and discriminating witcher bastard, Mr. Horst, was very cold at first, but in the end, it was proved that even the coldest man has a warm side.

He excitedly showed me some of the warnings of the underground safe. The various designs I saw gave people a very safe impression. The Borsodi Auction House is undoubtedly worthy of our "trust."

The dwarf banker's extensive network of contacts is not bragging. When the witcher beat the gambler Hibbert with poker; talked with the art agent Yalomir about the appreciation of famous paintings; the owner of the auction house, Horst. Borsodi, was also invited to communicate with him.

So when Victor showed a flawless gem and announced his intention to participate in the next auction, the outer defense of the underground safe was naturally opened to him.

But the witcher's calm explanation earned a roll of the eyes from the senior, "That's all? More than that... You should have come back before the auction started.

Just before I entered the door, I clearly saw Countess Minole and you going up to the second floor together. You stayed there for almost 20 minutes. If she didn't look over 60, I really doubted whether you were doing something up there."

Unexpectedly, he was discovered and exposed on the spot. Victor couldn't help coughing twice, "Ahem, stop joking, how could it be possible? It's not what you think.

Remember Vesemir I told you about? Wolf School witcher master, Countess Minole is actually his friend. They had a fate forty years ago, and they still have feelings for each other. Knowing that I am also from the Wolf School, Just ask me about his recent situation in private."

"Really? That's it." After listening to Shani, who seemed to be thinking about something, she sat up straight and glanced at the Countess who was sitting in the distance, "Didn't you say last time that after becoming a witcher, the appearance of youth, middle age, and old age can be maintained for about 200 years?"

"The peak period is about this number, no more and no less. For example, Geralt, from the time you met until now, his appearance should not have changed much."

Thinking back, it was indeed the case. The senior sister sighed softly, "Well... Forty years ago, Minole was young and beautiful, and fell in love with Vesemir. Forty years later, the Countess has become old, but the witcher has not changed much..."

It happened that the items introduced by the auctioneer at this time attracted Victor's attention, and he didn't notice that her tone was a little strange.

"…Item No. 3, ladies and gentlemen, it is the sunglasses of the Professor!

It is an absolute rare treasure, as rare as the hair of a turtle!

I believe that some of you may have heard of the name of the Professor. He is a famous hired assassin and a very cruel criminal who has ended the lives of seventeen innocent people.

The lenses of this rare pair of glasses are polished by the skillful hands of a dwarf master, and the frame is made of gold.

It is said that if you wear this pair of sunglasses at night, you can experience the evil and abnormal dark vision of the Professor...

The starting price is two hundred crowns! Is there any distinguished guest interested?"

After listening to the introduction, Victor laughed dumbly and leaned towards Shani, "Senior sister, do you believe it? This item is fake!"

"Really? How do you know?" She blew air into his ears when she spoke, and he felt a little itchy.

"Because the professor died in my hands. His sunglasses were crushed by my foot. It's impossible for him to be here."

"What a colorful life..."

"Thank you. I'll take it as a compliment."

The setting sun in the afternoon shines through the colored glass, forming colorful blocks on the floor. The witcher and the doctor with sufficient budget chat and enjoy the wonderful auction time.

...

Two days later, late at night.

A series of serious security incidents occurred in the Borsodi Auction House. First, all the guards had severe diarrhea for unknown reasons, and then there was a violent explosion in the underground safe. Pungent smoke accumulated inside. Tears and snot immediately sprayed inhaled, and there was no way to approach and investigate.

All these signs lead to the worst possibility - the invasion of thieves.

But after an inventory of the belongings, the owner of the auction house, Horst. Posodi publicly announced that no valuables were lost, and there were no signs of human intrusion at the scene. Therefore, in the end, the incident was determined to be a mysterious accident with unknown cause.

…

Only three people know the truth.

On the surface, the auction house did not suffer any losses, but in fact it was because of Horst. Posodi didn't dare to tell what was missing──Maximilian. House of Posodi.

And this exquisite item was placed on the table in Shani's living room, and was unlocked and opened by Victor.

The real value of the Golden House is not itself, but the will stored in it──Maximilian. Bosodi's handwritten will, "The person holding the will is the legitimate heir to the auction house."

He took out the document, read it with a smile, and passed it directly to his friends next to him for circulation. Although I don't know why old Maximilian designed it this way, at least the reason why Olgierd wanted this room is clear--he knew what was inside.

After quickly reading the will, the senior sister put the document back on the table, "It's amazing! So you want to go to the Alchemy Hotel tomorrow and hand all these to Olgierd?"

"Well... I haven't thought about it yet. I want to think about it for a few days. He played a trick. On the surface, he said he wanted the Posodi House, but in fact he was trying to seize other people's property.

Cleverness turns out to be a mistake. Now if I just give him a house without attaching documents, it will still be considered as completing the task. "

After a night of amazing adventures, Shani, who was a little tired, blinked her eyes and said, "Then think about it slowly. I'm tired and I have to go to bed first. Do you want me to accompany you to deliver the goods?"

"I really don't want that," Victor shook his head and refused. "You can participate in this kind of petty theft tonight. But Olgierd is a hard-hearted madman who can hurt anyone without any malice. I don't want you to participate in this meeting tonight." Be present.”

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