Witcher's Atelier

Up to the second floor of the mansion, Victor walked through a long corridor decorated with paintings and armor and covered with thick soft carpets.

Pushing open the solid wooden door, a male voice with a strong nasal tone became clear from being vague. The guy who was speaking had a high forehead and deep nasolabial folds.

He was sitting on a low stool with only a bath towel wrapped around his body to cover his vital parts.

His eyes, which used to be sinister and fierce, were now filled with panic. The hooked nose covered by a handkerchief was bloody, obviously just beaten hard by a heavy punch, no wonder the nasal tone was so serious.

After verifying his identity, this man was Cyprian Willy-Hawthorne II.

The conspicuous giant bathtub was still emitting a wisp of white steam. The scene looked like a middle-aged mature man was beaten by a centenarian who suddenly broke in while he was taking a bath.

To be honest, the man was beaten badly, but he was not worthy of sympathy at all.

Because looking around the room, five naked female corpses who were killed were clearly visible.

Some were hanged with ropes, some had their throats cut with knives, some were strangled with hands, some had their stomachs cut open, and one was obviously fed too many vicious drugs and foamed at the mouth.

The murderer who caused all this, when he saw Victor, whom he knew, coming in, subconsciously wanted to get up and ask for help, but was knocked to the ground by Geralt in front of him, and then kicked several times.

What a grumpy centenarian...

But it is completely understandable.

Anyone with compassion will feel hatred when seeing the scene in front of him.

Geralt squatted in front of Cyprian, "Listen carefully, Hawthorne, you have to tell me the truth, do you know why?"

The witcher's knuckles creaked, "I came from a long way, it took a long time to find you, encountered a lot of trouble along the way, and had to talk to some people who I don't want to interact with at all.

Some of those bastards wanted to play tricks on me, some wanted to deceive me, these things I don't like at all... I'm tired and angry now.

So believe me, if you delay or waste time, you will be very painful, much more painful than now."

After speaking in a cold tone, Geralt helped Hawthorne II back to sit on the stool, "Now continue, where were we just talking about?"

Blinking, in Victor's opinion, Geralt's torture skills were really rough, not delicate at all.

But it's okay, anyway, Cyprian is not a man of iron bones.

Besides, even if he is "iron bones", there are times when he says it's delicious.

So he folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the tapestry and said nothing.

"The gray-haired girl," Hawthorne, who confirmed that the two witchers were in the same group, could only defend himself with gritted teeth in despair, "I swear, I didn't hurt her at all. On the contrary, I was the victim. Look at the wound on my face, she beat me."

"Dirty liar, it seems that you haven't suffered enough pain, maybe I should castrate you first." Geralt clenched his fists.

"I didn't lie," Cyprian raised his hands to block in front of him, "This is just a deal.

I asked someone to help repair the magic amulet, and in exchange, the girl and the street singer had to help me move Sigi Luwen's treasure.

But they didn't do it, so I admit that I was a little out of control."

"What did you do?"

"I caught their follower Dudu and tortured him, and waited for them to rescue him, that's all." Noticing that Geralt's face became gloomy, Hawthorne quickly pointed to the cupboard to divert attention, "Look! It's that box, that's what they want to repair."

Moving sideways to the cupboard, Victor picked up the palm-sized bronze amulet and observed it, sensing the flow of magic on it.

Seeing that Victor had already started the inspection, Geralt naturally continued to interrogate Hawthorne II, and from him, he got the last piece of the puzzle of Ciri's activities in Novigrad.

...

The story dates back to two months ago.

The Cintra Lion, Givelle (Swift), the Daughter of Time and Space, the last blood of the Elder Blood, the Princess of the Nilfgaard Empire, the Queen of Cintra, the Princess of Brug and the Lady of Soden, the Heir of the Big and Small Skellige Islands, the Lord of Atre and Aber Yara - Lady Cirilla Fiona Ellen Ray Yaren, suddenly appeared in Novigrad, the "Pearl of the North".

There is no doubt that her title is long, but it is still not as long as Victor's, and there are very few people who really know her.

Back to the point, in Novigrad, she first looked for Triss's help but failed, and then went to Dandelion and asked him to help find someone to repair a "mysterious amulet".

As Ciri had no connections, but was very anxious, Dandelion took her to Hawthorne II for help. Hawthorne asked them to steal the secret vault of Sigi Reuven (Sigismond Dijkstra) in return.

Originally, this was an almost impossible task, but with the information provided by four girlfriends (boyfriends), the talent of doubling intelligence when thinking crookedly, and the good luck against heaven, the bard successfully planned a shocking robbery - throwing a bomb from the bathhouse drainpipe to blow up the vault, and then transporting Count Reuven's treasure by ship.

Unfortunately, when it was actually executed, something went wrong at the last minute, and the stolen goods fell into the hands of Caleb Manji, making it impossible for Dandelion to report to Hawthorne. So Hawthorne kidnapped the "shapeshifter" Dudu who assisted them and tortured him.

Ciri broke into the territory of the black gang with a sword alone and rescued Dudu.

Later, under the pursuit of Hawthorne's gang, she mistakenly broke into the temple island and was attacked by the guards. She had to open the portal again to escape and disappeared.

After integration and restoration, the above is Ciri's glorious experience in Novigrad.

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"That's what happened. What I told is the truth." Cyprian said with a depressed look.

Bending down to meet his eyes, the witcher spoke in a low voice, "So, where is the girl with gray hair now?"

"How do I know..." Seeing that Geralt's eyes turned cold and he was inclined to take action, Hawthorne II quickly added, "One of his men hit her in the back, but she is still alive, I can swear!"

Seeing his vow, the centenarian believed that no other information could be extracted from him, so he took a deep breath and said, "That's all? Is there anything else you want to say?"

Feeling the murderous intent, Cyprian suddenly raised his voice, "No, you can't kill me. You said you would consider letting me live if you told me honestly. I told you everything I know! Everything!"

"Things have changed. You hurt the girl I was looking for and abused her friends."

"She was the one who attacked me first! I should always have the right to defend myself!" Hawthorne II clasped his hands on the ground and cried out in defense, "I beg you, I have paid the price, spare me! Please..."

The scum was kneeling on the ground, his ugly appearance mixed with tears, nose, snot, and blood, which made Geralt feel bored for a while.

He was about to say something more to completely cut off the other party's extravagant hopes, but suddenly he noticed a man approaching behind Cyprian.

His steps were quiet and light.

The speed of the sword is like thunder and lightning.

"Crack! Puff!"

The back stab penetrated the cerebellum accurately, and half of the bright red sword tip protruded from Hawthorne II's mouth, blocking all the rest of his begging for mercy in his throat.

Then Victor kicked him away.

"Ho...uh...ho ho..." Cyprian, who was deprived of the ability to speak and move, fell forward and changed from a kneeling position to kowtow, as if to apologize to the women he killed.

The wound was narrow and the amount of bleeding was not large. His death process would be long and painful.

Seeing that the injury was intentional, Geralt shook his head and sneered, "Needless torture! Vesemir won't like this."

"Luckily he won't know, unless some bastard betrays me." Victor shrugged.

White Wolf just teased him casually. He had other things he cared about more than whether Hawthorne II died happily or unpleasantly.

"You heard it too, so what should I do next? Burn the Prophet Victor."

The blond witcher shook off the remaining blood stains on the steel sword, "The situation has not changed, Geralt, as I said, you are connected to her fate.

The prophet was of little help in this matter.

The only thing I can say is that as long as you keep doing what you want, we will find Ciri. "

After a moment of silence, the white wolf said slowly, "Velan and Novigrad have been explored, and there are no new clues for the time being. I am going to the Skellige Islands to meet Yennefer. Do you want to go with me?" "

The young prophet waved his hand and refused, "I'm sorry, I can't go with you. Now I have a big or small trouble at hand. It's not appropriate for me to leave Redania before solving this matter."

"What's going on? Maybe I can help?"

"No, you can't. I have to deal with it alone. Trust me, this is a knee-deep quagmire. You'll only make things more complicated by jumping in. Don't get involved!"

Seeing Victor's caution, Geralt stopped questioning based on his trust in his ability.

"Okay! I believe you can control it.

Do you have any advice for my trip to Skellige? "

"There really is one," Victor chuckled, "If Ms. Yennefer asks you to steal Ermia's things, please be sure to refuse her.

This theft will not only be of no use in locating Ciri, but it will also make you persona non grata. "

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