Witcher's Atelier

One of the aftereffects of yesterday's wedding is that the tavern is empty today and there is not much business.

Yuna, who was still an ordinary person, faced the excitement of the huge amount of gold and the exhaustion of the journey, so she first opened a guest room and hid in it, not knowing whether to count the money or rest.

And the two witchers were certainly in high spirits.

Waving to the boss to bring more food and wine, Victor was in high spirits.

"Fighting away the tramps, of course, you found precious information in the Vanilla Hotel?" He did it first as a sign of respect.

Angoulin raised his glass in reply, "Hmm~ I don't know if this information is valuable, but it's true that it's stupid.

We found an account book in which the fool had recorded in detail, in a few garbled poems, his four recent girlfriends in Novigrad.

No, correction, three girlfriends and one boyfriend...

It basically feels like silk, looks like flowers, smells like sweet honey, and tastes like the first drop of dew in the morning! All kinds of wonderful metaphors, blah blah blah.

One of them I was particularly impressed with, he actually called the other person 'little mare'! ? But it makes me sick, it makes no sense!

Did I say that all you poets are so obscene? Why don't you think about it, how would you feel if girls gave you nicknames like short, black, hard, and cylinder?

Why! Wick, you don't think you have weird nicknames for your girlfriends, do you? "

The red-haired senior sister, the golden-haired pony, the curly-haired dragon girl, the white little sparrowhawk...! ?

Thinking of this, Victor suddenly felt guilty, but after thinking that he was only calling her names in his heart, except for "Senior Sister", he never called her out loud, and he suddenly regained his composure.

"Don't confuse me with that guy, I would never do such boring things!"

"Really?" Staring at Victor with blank eyes, Angouleme wanted to see through whether his words were true, but unfortunately it was meaningless. Even the sorceress couldn't read the mind, let alone the words and expressions.

"Forget it..." She decisively gave up the meaningless attempt, "Anyway, I can't get involved in visiting my boyfriend and girlfriend. Maybe they will be jealous when they see me, so the uncle and Zoltan went to investigate.

I ran to ask the bathhouse king for information, to see if he knew where Dandelion was now. Do you know what the result will be? "

Victor, who was mentally prepared, smiled.

Angoulin wrinkled his nose, "As expected, you know that what annoys you the most is that you are always mysterious. Saying more than a few words seems to kill you."

"Nonsense! Don't think of people as being so stingy. To be honest, I had already forgotten it, but I only remembered it after you reminded me.

So, he really robbed Xiji. Lu Wen? "

"Completely correct.

The Bathhouse King told me that Dandelion was arrested and imprisoned by witch hunters because of armed disturbances on Temple Island, and ended up in Caleb. In Manji’s hands, no one knows the specific location where he is being held.

In exchange for the information, I have to help him find out which cowardly bastard robbed his underground vault.

We spent the whole afternoon conducting on-site investigation, then ran to the city to track down clues, and worked hard. Finally, combined with the information that the uncle and Zoltan heard from Dandelion’s girlfriends, we got an incredible result——

——The criminal gang led by that fool blew up the sewers of the 'Relaxing Bathhouse' and stole Count Luwin's treasury from the ground. "

Seeing Angouleme's ridiculous expression, Victor laughed loudly, "I told you before that that bastard is not as stupid as you think. How could a fool write so many good poems... Of course, I don't deny that he will always be the best in the end." You can mess things up, but that's a matter of luck, not ability.

No wonder Caleb. Manji will die because you tried to trick him out of where Dandelion was imprisoned? "

“Yes, but the process is not that simple.

The lunatic also knew that he was up to no good and was afraid of being assassinated. He always hid in the heavily guarded Eternal Fire Station and frequently changed his residence.

All I can say is that a friend in need is a friend indeed. Triss really loves Geralt and is willing to help him with anything.

Just because saving Dandelion was related to finding Ciri, she took the initiative to suggest that her uncle kidnap her to collect the reward, and the famous Triss... Merigold is arrested, Caleb. Manji would definitely be tempted to come over and confirm it himself. "

Victor chuckled, "From a consequential perspective, this risky plan succeeded."

“Yes, but she paid a heavy price.

When Triss was taken for interrogation, her fingers were pierced with an iron pick, and three or four pieces of her nails were ripped off at once. Fortunately, I showed up in time as agreed in advance, otherwise I really don’t know what kind of torture she would be subjected to next.

It's a pity that there were some flaws in the action. Because I was eager to save people, I missed killing a guard, and he sounded the alarm. "

"..., what an unfortunate accident, I mean for the temple guards."

"It is indeed quite unfortunate. The covert operation has of course failed at this point, and the two of us have to fight our way out of the dungeon.

Triss is out of trouble... tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tusk fireballs the size of casseroles are flying all over the sky. No wonder you always told me not to tease Keira in the past. The angry sorceress is really exciting.

There was a quarrel here, and the uncle couldn't continue the conversation. Fortunately, he didn't have a leak, and it was already gone from Caleb. Manji revealed Dandelion's location - the fool was imprisoned on Temple Island.

See Caleb. Manji, Triss fired an angry fireball into her face without saying anything..."

Hearing this, Victor raised his glass to pay tribute to Angoulême, to the fact that there was one less bastard in the world.

"Finally, we managed to kill the witch hunters and break through the wall, but were blocked by Count Luven and his men, who demanded that we give him an explanation for the theft.

I had nothing to explain, so I pretended to be stupid, but when that failed, I had to fight.

But the amazing thing was that he actually knew the uncle, and we had a confusing chat.

The uncle told him that his lost treasure fell into the hands of Caleb Manji and was now transported to Kovil, and he actually let us go."

"Nothing to be surprised about. Geralt, a centenarian, has not wasted his time over the years. The grudges between the White Wolf and the Bathhouse King are intertwined. To use a less appropriate analogy, it is similar to our relationship with Vernon Roche.

Don't accuse me of hiding all the information. Now I'll tell you the inside story: Sigi Reuven's real name is Sigismund Dijkstra, the former head of the Redanian royal spy.

He once teamed up with Philippa Ehrhart to undermine Radovid, and fled after discovering that the sorceress tried to murder him to take power alone.

After a few years of operation, he has now transformed into the Bathhouse King of the Four Giants. "

This information shocked Angouleme so much that he rolled his eyes.

"My God! Royal spy? I can't believe that the fat and strong fat guy actually..."

"Hahaha, don't say such things to his face, and show due respect to him. That guy is not a bad person, and if nothing unexpected happens, we will call him His Majesty in the future!"

"That him! ?" Angouleme couldn't believe it.

Victor spread his hands, "He is the one. There is no other suitable candidate. Believe it or not, as long as you stand at the right place, a pig can fly to the sky?

Besides, for all non-human races, even if it is really a fat pig as king, it is better than Radovid."

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