Witcher's Atelier

The next day, Victor got up early and left the Kingfisher Hotel, jogging around the city as he always did, while thinking about plans for the future.

Despite his joking tone, the secondary goal he mentioned to Angoulin last night was actually very serious.

After getting rid of Mirror Master's entanglement, he felt refreshed and reviewed what he had seen and heard in the past six months. He sincerely felt that Radovid had gone too far.

The sins of that little bald man include, but are not limited to, condoning prejudice and discrimination, raising witch hunters, and frequently carrying out cruel tortures at the stake...

His rule requires an endless stream of enemies to gather hatred!

A quote of wisdom:

When they arrested the spell caster, I remained silent because I was not a spell caster.

When they persecuted non-human groups, I remained silent because I was not a non-human group.

By the time they found the witcher, it was too late.

So Radovid must die!

But to defeat this tyrant who controls the power of the feudal country, we cannot kill or bury him. Otherwise, when Redania falls, Emhyr Emres of Nilfgaard will truly have nothing to worry about.

Reality is not a game. If an emperor of a unified country really wants to do something - for example, let his daughter come back to him, it doesn't mean that if you don't go to him, you can treat it as if it didn't happen.

Therefore, the action of getting rid of Radovid was destined not to be like the king-slayers of the Snake Sect, who killed the king's disciples and left a pile of chicken feathers on the ground.

He needs some like-minded partners to help plan beforehand and clean up the mess afterwards, so that after Radovid V is eliminated, the balance between the north and the south can still be maintained.

For this reason, the first place he stopped for his morning jog was an old and dilapidated three-story building.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is absolutely unimaginable that a famous sorceress from the northern countries actually lives inside. Triss. Merigold.

Victor knocked on the door and ignored the landlady's dirty complaints about the red-haired man bringing a man back.

The witcher went straight to the third floor and stepped onto the stairs to show respect. He thought that the alarm magic had informed the sorceress that a visitor was coming, so he directly tapped the handrail, "Good morning, dear lady, is it convenient for me to visit you now?" "

There was the sound of items falling from the back room.

"Victor!? My good brother, is it really you?" The tone was full of surprise, and Triss took three steps at a time.

Uh-huh! The curtain opened, revealing a pretty face that was either happy or angry: light blue eyes, freckles on the cheeks, long fluffy chestnut hair tied into a ponytail, and a striking beauty mark under the corner of the mouth.

"Who else could it be? My dear good sister, Victor of Keldra is at your command." He was about to bow in greeting.

The movement was forcefully stopped by the other party, and Triss happily pulled him into the room to sit down, then poured him a glass of water.

But the moment he reached out to take it, a sudden contrast between the past and the past made the witcher and sorceress silent at the same time.

The last time he visited Triss, he was in the room of Vizima Palace. Victor still remembered that the red wine he drank at that time was Toussaint's Brecher's Bank.

A moment passed.

Smiling again, the sorceress pulled up a chair and sat next to her, patting the back of the witcher's hand, "Why do you have time to come over to see my sister today?"

"This is the time for me to ask you, why do you live in a place like this? Didn't Angouleme return the money to you? After all, the money you left with me was several hundred crowns."

What Victor was talking about was that when he was just starting out, Triss sincerely sponsored him with a bag full of gold coins. Although he couldn't actually use it, this was the friendship between the rich and the lowly! With this friendship, Victor doesn’t want her to have a bad life!

Triss smiled happily, "It has nothing to do with Angouleme. She has helped me several times, but I have a lot of money to spend. Besides, I am a wanted criminal after all, so I am not suitable for living in a room that is too good. Attractive."

"You are a wanted criminal living in such a shabby room." Victor looked around. "You don't have any alchemy equipment. How do you need so much money?"

She flipped her hair and gave her answer, "I'm trying to help the spellcasters in this city leave as much as possible."

He frowned slightly and said, "Madam, you are currently in a situation where you cannot protect yourself. You have no strength left. You didn't have the tendency to be a saint in the past. How come you are suddenly keen on helping strangers?"

After a moment of silence, Triss sighed, "No...it doesn't matter. I feel guilty from the bottom of my heart for their tragic experience."

"I don't understand, why?"

"You should be able to understand, because I am a member of the sorceress's coven. Today's spellcasters are in such an embarrassing situation. It all stems from the King Slayer incident and failed to stop Philippa and Xi'er's plan. I'm sorry. .

Besides, compared to people who are precarious, I actually still have a little energy left.

Since with great power comes great responsibility, until I have to leave, I will help every one I can. "

Victor was in a trance for a while, never expecting to hear Spider-Man's famous words from her mouth, "Even if you feel you are responsible, this is the headquarters of the Eternal Fire.

If you make a slight mistake and get caught, your end will be more miserable than all of them combined. At the very least, you will be impaled by a wooden stake!

The Merigold I know should not be so weak as to trust his future to luck. "

She lowered her head.

"What else could I do? I feel...empty.

Temeria is over, so are the sorceress gatherings, and witch hunts are raging across the north. I don’t know where to hide, let alone where the spellcasters can find their way out. I’m... very confused. "

It sounded like she wasn't joking.

Ah! ?

Victor blinked, it seemed that he came too early and Triss hadn't cheered up yet. In the memory of her previous life, she later managed to successfully start her second career.

So you are currently at a low point of confusion?

Hiss... This is also very reasonable. If there is no low point, there will be no high point! I really have no choice but to talk about some topics that interest her first.

"How is your relationship with Geralt now?"

Triss raised her head. If asked by others, she might not want to say more, but in Fugang Forest, Wolong. She was deeply impressed by Victor's love strategy, and its practical application proved to be very effective.

This younger brother sincerely supported his love, so the sorceress didn't hide anything. "Not long after leaving Lomuene last year, Geralt regained his memory. I could clearly feel that he couldn't let go of Yennefer.

I think you once said that love is like sand in your hands: if you hold your hands tightly, nothing will be left; if you open your hands, the world is in your palms!

So I took the initiative to break up with him and let him find Yennefer. "

Sure enough, when the white wolf was mentioned, the sorceress started to talk, and her previous frustration was swept away.

"I know about your breakup. As far as I know, he and Ms. Yennefer reunited smoothly. I mean, you met again last month. Isn't there the spark of a little separation that is better than a new marriage?"

It wasn't an illusion. Tris's cheeks turned red and she looked away a little shyly, "Yes... there were sparks... We attended a masquerade party together and drank some wine. Then when we were walking in the garden, he kissed me and said He still has feelings for me."

"Hey, it sounds great! My dear, I'm happy for you." The special stocks soared, and Victor smiled like an aunt.

"But you can't be too happy yet. You are currently frustrated in the workplace, and your fragile situation is endearing, but this is not a long-term solution. You have to go to the White Wolf, and you cannot stay in Novigrad as a volunteer, otherwise time and distance will It will dilute everything!

I can understand your noble intentions, but your current actions are inefficient - each time you provide case assistance to one or two families, there is almost no profit and extremely high risks. Any mistakes may lead to catastrophe.

The correct approach should be to expand the audience, operate it on a large scale, turn it into a high-risk, high-yield high-quality project, and attract partners to participate and share risks.

Think about it, if you save hundreds of spellcasters from Novigrad in one go, you will establish a high reputation among the survivors. In the future, when spellcasters stand up again and the Warlock Brotherhood is established, the Supreme Council will definitely have you. One seat. You too can escape the quagmire of Novigrad.

This is career and love, both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be strong! "

"...I, I don't quite understand."

After thinking for a moment and sorting out his words, Victor borrowed flowers and presented them to him in advance of the sorceress's future plans in his memory.

"Radovid V's extreme approach is actually a special case. Anyone with knowledge knows that he is overdrawing Redania's potential.

As far as I know, the King of Northern Kovir, Tankored Thyssen, is quite sympathetic to the current situation of the spellcaster. He would definitely be willing to provide political asylum to spellcasters, and the immigration of hundreds of warlock families at a time would obviously be a very useful addition to Kevir. "

"...Are you serious? You're not kidding me?" Although she questioned Victor, Triss couldn't help but hold on to his right hand. "How do you know what King Kovir thinks?"

Narrowing his eyes, the witcher patted the back of the sorceress's hand with his left hand, "Although I rarely say this, the person in front of you is Victor Corleone, the flame prophet from "The Omen".

Implementing specific actions is less difficult than you think.

This is Novigrad, the most prosperous port in the north. As long as one of the city's three giants is willing to help, we can easily buy a ship and transport hundreds of warlocks and their families away at night. "

"No... it's still unlikely. The Beggar King is willing to provide shelter now because he can use the spell caster to do things for him. He won't let us go easily."

"I'm not talking about the Beggar King, and I'm not talking about Clifford the Butcher, a reckless man with low IQ. The person who is really willing to help you is the Bathhouse King Siggy Luwin. By the way, do you know the true identity of Count Luwin?"

"Sigismund Dijkstra, Geralt told me. But it's impossible based on what I know about him. He also hates sorceresses, and that black-hearted spy will never do anything without profit."

Pursing his lips, Victor was truly speechless about the chain of discrimination in the demon hunting world. He was the last one being discriminated against, so he still had the leisure to discriminate against others?

But this is not the time to debate ideologies.

"My dear, your evaluation is generally fair, but there is one detail that is wrong. He does not hate the sorceress, he hates Philippa Earhart.

And you think he can't make a profit because you look at him from the wrong angle and regard him as an ordinary four or now three giants.

The gratitude of hundreds of spellcasters for escaping is a relatively long-term investment. If it were Francis the Beggar King, he wouldn't need it even if he saw it. But Sigismund. Dijkstra, he sees it and uses it.

How to convince him is my trade secret. But don’t worry, after I finish fully communicating with him, he will be happy to help us. That fat white man has a compassionate heart! "

As the situation described by Victor rehearsed in her mind, the gloom that shrouded Triss's eyebrows slowly dissipated. Although there were many difficulties to overcome in the specific operation, the other party's plan was not a fantasy.

Her eyes lit up when she thought of this, "Wick, thank you, thank you for guiding me in the direction. Although I don't know whether it will succeed, it is worth trying.

As for Dijkstra, whether you can convince him or not, I want you to know that I appreciate you, and I want you to know that you have my gratitude. "

He directly rolled his Samsara Eye into a white eye, "Stop it, Ms. Triss, we don't need to be so utilitarian. Just like you said in the palace garden: You are Kaer Morhen's friend, and we are a team. Yes, isn’t it?”

When he was at a low point, his gentle words touched his ears, and his heart felt warm, and his sister hugged her brother with emotion.

Beaver and Mormont, angels and demons wrestling, the choice of fate flashes in Victor's mind.

Option A: Place your hands on her vagina naturally.

Option B: Put your hand on her vagina politely.

Option C: Natural and polite….

Option D: Do nothing and ignore the pig part.

Please enter your choice: ＿＿.

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After a while, she let go of the young witcher and said, "Wick, there is something difficult to talk about now. I want to convince King Kevir, and I need your help."

"Anything, if you ask."

The sorceress shook her head, "Don't agree too early, listen to what I have to say before making a decision.

Few people know that after Istrad Thyssen was assassinated by a half-elf, his son. The young and inexperienced Tancoride Thyssen once fell into the control of Baron Sukratasse and Madam de Lismore.

Similar to Radovid of Redania.

And in the process of finally getting rid of his traitorous ministers and restarting his path to power, there was one person whose help was irreplaceable. "

"From your tone, it sounds like he's someone I know? Who is he?"

"It's not him, it's her - Coville's lone witch - Ciel de Tansavier."

In a daze, Victor didn't expect to hear Xi'er's name at this time, but combined with his past life memories, he instantly deduced the current situation. No wonder Triss finds it difficult to talk about it - indeed he may not be willing to take action, after all, she is the bad woman who silenced Seret!

"Let me guess, did she fall into the hands of a witch hunter and you want my help to rescue her?"

The fearless Merigold was immediately speechless, "You...how did you know that Xi'er was arrested?"

Didn't answer her. The witcher leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and stared at the ceiling.

Beaver and Mormont, angels and demons wrestling, fateful choices flashed through his mind.

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