Witcher's Atelier

It was afternoon. Standing on the bustling street of the trade district, he took out a tube of snake pie energy soup from the herbal bag and drank it. Victor felt refreshed.

Although the taste is not comparable to the improved version of Wolf Pie, the medicine is bitter and Leisuo is not bragging. Snake Pie Spirit Soup has many ingredients and is difficult to prepare, but every ingredient is easy to obtain and can be bought in the market.

So now the boy is drinking it as a tonic, one can in the morning, noon and one in the evening to get used to the medicinal properties and reduce the time spent on incredible alchemy blending.

After finishing the drink, I walked forward and heard the noisy sounds of various items being sold in the market.

"Come and take a look, there are all kinds of amulets to protect your home and travel safely!"

"That respectable lady, come and see what I'm selling!"

"Sir, the eternal fire shines upon you."

"Everyone, come, come! The sweet and delicious country honey is limited to only five cans today!"

"Mirrors, mirrors for sale, shiny mirrors!"

"Don't think about it anymore, buy it! There is nothing cheaper than me on Lake Vizima."

Some words are indeed common to all countries. With a detached mood, Victor strolled among them.

As expected, the two shrewd guys couldn't come to any meaningful conclusion about their visit to Yaiwen this morning.

Regarding the fact that the monster he encountered during the commission was actually a vampire, he only said that he was sorry. It was indeed more than the responsibility that a witcher apprentice should bear, but he was even more "proud" of his friend for being able to eradicate the monster.

Victor slammed the table on the spot, "Pride" can't be used to pay the bill, you have to pay more!

Yayiwen also said very readily that asking for money does not cost one's life. It is not good to sit in the military camp and talk to warlords. You dare not take other people's lives there. He had no choice but to let Yaiwen acknowledge the favor and owe Victor one time without any pain.

And why are the so-called underground ruins empty? The commander said he knew nothing and needed to investigate further. However, the young man did not detect disappointment from his micro-expression. In other words, the elf may not care whether there is anything in that wide room...

As for the reason why Victor came to the trading area now, Yayiwen asked him repeatedly before leaving, and even gave him rare alchemy materials as a reward, hiring him to serve as a postman to deliver letters again.

Walking leisurely to the banker's residence, Victor stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but suddenly four well-trained burly men suddenly appeared from the corner. They swarmed up and brought him down with their wrenches and legs, and then pressed on the young man...

…

No──Screaming, Angoulin, who was taking a nap to recover from his injuries, jumped up from the bed. Katherine on the perch by the window was frightened by her. She flapped her wings and flew to the head of the bed, making a squeaking... squeaking... sound. , trying to calm her down.

Realizing that she was in a dream on her bed, the girl grabbed a towel to wipe off the cold sweat, and gently hugged her friend, "Oh my god, it's so scary, Kathleen, you know, I just had another terrible nightmare."

"Abyss...Abyss..." Kathleen whispered.

"What!? You want to know what the dream is again?"

After breathing for a while, Angoulin calmed down.

“…Okay…I’ll tell you again.

I dreamed...the leader was dragged into a house by four muscular men wearing very little clothing. They had dirty eyes, evil smiles, and made annoying moves.

There was a bald bad guy with a monocle in the room who was leading the group. They tied Wick to a chair, took out lard, sausages, cucumbers, swordfish, durian... and other food and said they would entertain the group well. long.

Then Wick howled loudly in fear: 'Grandma, save me! ! ! ’

And then they do this and this and this. "

"Quack! Quack! Quack!" Catherine kept making short noises after hearing this. She probably felt that this dream had too many flaws and she would be sorry if she didn't complain about it.

But Angouleme ignored her, and the long nightmare narrative continued, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

…

There is no doubt that these four burly men were neatly dressed, and they did not have obscene eyes or evil smiles. After they subdued Victor, they escorted him to the opposite room. The boy did not do anything during the whole process. Big struggle.

On the one hand, the incident happened suddenly. Normally speaking, it is impossible for a kidnapping to occur in a prosperous neighborhood in broad daylight. On the other hand, they all wore clothes with the Lily emblem, which meant that they were an organization directly under the royal family and different from the city guards or knights. Their emblem is not on the chest but embroidered on the left arm, with an eye-shaped frame.

Entering the room, the burly men asked the young man to sit on a low stool without a backrest, and then stood around him.

Then a thin, bald man came out of the house, wearing a monocle, and looked at Victor with a condescending smile.

This boy... was dressed like a mercenary and had an ordinary appearance. He was characterized by carrying two swords on his back and a herbal medicine bag slung across his body. This special outfit evoked the impression of a bald head. It seemed that he had read relevant information.

When the bald man recalled the identity of the young man clearly, and calculated that the silence time had given enough pressure to the witcher apprentice, he stood in front of Victor and introduced himself: "Taller, Director of the Temerian Intelligence Agency, some people also call me the King. Eyes, because I can notice things that others cannot notice, so I am responsible for collecting various intelligence for the king.

Now, Victor. Mr. Corleone, apprentice witcher of the Cat Faction, you have settled in Vizima City for just one month, and you are quite a well-known figure.

The city guards like you, the Knights appreciate you, you have not been involved in any form of crime, you work diligently to eliminate demons, and pay taxes in a proper manner, so can you tell me why an honorary citizen like you would come to visit this cousin Goran Vivaldi. "

Victor raised his head and was about to answer, but Tal interrupted him and added, "Honesty! Sir, remember before you speak, honesty is the best policy! I hate myself for always being considerate, understanding, and kind to honest people. "

He bent down and looked into Victor's eyes, "As for the dishonest person, I will hand him over to my friend Vernon Roche, you don't want to know how he will deal with you, believe me, by then you will lick my eyes clean just to ask me to hear you tell the truth. "

Standing up and walking around behind Victor, he put his hands on the boy's shoulders, "I'll tell you one more thing in advance, damn Goran. Mr. Vivaldi is suspected of colluding with the Scoia'tael, and the bank has been temporarily taken over. He is at home awaiting investigation, so don't tell me that you are here to handle business. If you want to lie, make it more beautiful! "

The hand on the boy's shoulder pressed down slightly, and he leaned close to Victor's ear and whispered, "Do you understand? This is your last chance, be honest, Mr. Corleone, don't let me down. "

At this point, the witcher apprentice didn't know what happened.

Yaiwen wanted to make a conspiracy, which was related to the banker Golan, and Taler uncovered part of the conspiracy and waited for the rabbit here. He was the rabbit that bumped into his hand.

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