Witcher's Atelier

The innermost room on the second floor of the Hairy Bear Tavern is where Ram Smit, leader of the Ram Gang, often dines and entertains friends.

He was eating here tonight, and sitting opposite him was his friend Victor. Corleone, they are not the type to just talk and not eat, and they both have very good appetites, so the two of them talked while eating.

"I'm really sorry this time. I had some personal matters yesterday, which delayed the delivery time."

"It doesn't matter, the last batch of healing potion hasn't been used up yet, don't worry."

The expression on the other party's face showed that he was hesitant to speak. Victor lowered his eyes, pretending not to see anything, and focused on the soup in front of him. Unfortunately, this delay did not achieve the effect.

Stopping to get food, "the world started to change," Lansmit said.

Putting down the chicken drumstick in his hand, the young man wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, picked up the wine glass and took a sip before putting it down to show that he was all ears.

"Catriona's shadow is gradually dissipating, regional lockdowns are being lifted, and curfews are over."

"It all sounds like a good thing."

"But there are also disadvantages. For example, the tacit understanding between us and the Salamander Gang will soon be invalidated, and the competition between the gangs will become bloody and cruel. So I can't help but think, Victor, since we cooperated in the past So happy, why can’t we deepen our cooperation?”

After a moment of silence, the young man shook his head, "Sorry, I am a witcher apprentice, and I remain neutral. And if Salamander takes the initiative to stir up trouble, why not let the city guards punish them?"

"Behind the Salamander Gang, there are some high-level forces supporting them. The instructions received by the city guards are to wait and see the changes. As for neutrality, after you sold so many healing potions to us, you think you are neutral. ?" Lansmit smiled playfully.

"Maybe you don't believe it, or even think it's ridiculous, but I still try to abide by the principle of neutrality that we have for centuries. And since it is a sale, it is an open purchase and an open sale. The Salamander Gang just didn't find me. If they find me , maybe I will do business with them too.

Of course, I am not prepared to show up in front of them. "

Lansmit closed his eyes and said nothing. Silent pressure fell on Victor's shoulders, but he had no intention of changing his mind.

Not long after, the leader of the Ram Gang opened his eyes, "I understand, I can understand and accept your neutrality, but what if the Salamander Gang takes the initiative to cause trouble for you?"

Victor's eyes became dangerous when he heard this, "Anyone who makes trouble for me or makes trouble come for me will regret it in the end, whether directly or indirectly!"

Lansmit smiled and said, "During negotiations, your eyes can see a lot of things. Don't expose your anger easily, otherwise people will see through your panic and uneasiness.

Don't worry, I have no intention of betraying you, I won't do that kind of thing, just like I said a month ago, I like you as a guy, I believe that we will have a pleasant cooperation during this period, and you also appreciate my style of doing things.

When the tide is high, no one can avoid getting their feet wet on the beach, and with the Salamander Gang's domineering approach, you will come to my side sooner or later, so when you need my help, you know how to find me. "After that, he left the room with a confident smile.

After Lansmit left, Victor had the urge to throw the glass because he had just made a mistake and let the other party know that he hated trouble and did not want to expose his weakness.

The bald and scarred man is still very graceful and polite now, but the young man believes that if the world changes again, it will be difficult for people not to follow the changes.

…

The next day, in the Scoia'tael camp in the swamp forest, the place was not much different from when we came a month ago, except that among the dilapidated and old main style, more brand-new tools and weapons were somewhat conspicuous.

In the tent, after picking up his drink and drinking it down, Victor sighed: "Tell me, what does Master Yaiwen want from me?"

The black-haired elf smiled: "Why are you sighing, my friend, can't I do something good for you? I thought that when I see a long-lost friend, I should greet him politely and hug him instead of asking him aggressive questions. what's the matter."

Victor replied dully: "Because we are friends, when you solemnly said that you wanted to see me, I was particularly worried that you would make requests that would embarrass me. In fact, I am almost sure."

Yayiwen laughed so loudly that he almost couldn't breathe.

Then he patted his chest: "Don't worry, it's nothing difficult. You know the Catriona plague has subsided..."

"Yeah... I also know that the regional blockade has been stopped and the curfew has been lifted. Recently, everyone has been talking about this topic." The young man answered calmly.

"Since you all know, let me tell you the truth! A few months ago, we learned that there were the ruins of an elven temple in the sewers under Vizima. That was not a surprise for a city built on elven ruins. Things.

After investigation, we believed that an ancient mage had been hiding inside and might have left something there, but just when we were about to explore, the spread of Catriona disrupted everything. "

"Regional lockdowns, curfews, whole cities on alert."

"Yes, and now that Catriona is gone, if you agree to assist and promise to keep our confidentiality, I will tell you the next details. Are you willing to help your friend Yaiwen?"

"If it doesn't violate the neutrality principle of the witcher, then I will stand here and wait for orders." The young man said.

The elf commander narrowed his eyes: "Thank you... I sent a team to the sewers to explore the ruins a few days ago, but no one came back, not a single one.

I needed an expert to find out what was going on down there.

You are young, my friend Victor, but you have shown professionalism whether it was eradicating the giant thorn tree or the cemetery ghoul incident..."

…

On the same night, in the sewers under the trade area, the Scoia'tael members leading the way pointed to the dark depths of the long corridor winding down in front of them with a horrified look on their faces: "That's where the entire team of more than ten people walked in like this, and then No one came back."

Victor looked down at him and asked seriously: "Are you sure you have told me all the sounds you heard?"

The dwarf nodded firmly: "They asked me to stay here, and I will wait here. I will tell you everything I heard."

Victor looked at Angouleme again. The girl's face was not very good and a little pale. "Every nerve in my body is screaming danger and asking me to get out of here." She said.

After sniffing the air, the corridor was well ventilated and there was no special smell. The witcher apprentice shook his head: "Let's go up first!"

After covering the sewer hole, he walked out of the alley and returned to the trading area, which became increasingly lively as the night passed. After leaving the frightened dwarf on the roadside, Angouleme's pale face gradually improved.

Victor closed his eyes and thought, there must be something in the sewer, but the intelligence was not enough to judge, and the investigation was quite dangerous.

open one's eyes. "Ya Yiwen's commission this time is very troublesome. I have to go back and read the classics. We will come back during the day tomorrow."

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