Witcher's Atelier

In Novigrad, when it comes to landmark buildings, no one can ignore the "Easy Bathhouse"...

It is the cultural heritage left by the ancient race "Ain. Sheedi", and it is also the largest and most luxurious "Sauna City" in the Pearl of the North.

Through meticulous decoration and restoration, this open space that fully retains the luxury and elegance of the elves can accommodate hundreds of people for a variety of healthy social activities or multiplayer sports at the same time.

And its operator is of course not an ordinary person, but one of the four giants, the "Bathhouse King" Count Sigi. Luwen.

"But few people know that he has another name that resounds throughout the continent. Sigismund Dijkstra, the Redanian royal spy."

"Kuan kuan kuan...Victor Corleone, you don't look like a fool, isn't it good to be alive? A young man who used to be very energetic, why did you come here today to seek death?"

The conversation took place in the VIP room of the Easy Bathhouse, where there were only three naked people. There were two men sitting in the bathtub, which was about half the size of a basketball court, and the third person was a eunuch standing beside them to serve.

The sound of water splashing out of the bathtub was loud.

The spirited young man with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, leaned back to let the hot water soak into his throat, and closed his eyes in a relaxed manner, "Sir, relax, don't be so excited! I just came in, and my body is not warm yet.

The reason for my visit is certainly not to seek death. You should know that the fool you mentioned is the "Burning Prophet"!

The prophet's gift is a prophecy: Don't look at your stern face now, you will soon be smiling, and let Habin open a bottle of 1971 Lafite to entertain the guests, that is, me."

Squinting his green eyes and observing for a few seconds, he confirmed that the other party was fearless, "Hehehe... Hehehe... Hahahaha!" The burly and white strong man was overjoyed, "I say, Prophet Victor, as a gift, can't you decorate your broken prophecy?

It doesn't even rhyme! Serious prophecies all have rhymes, and your prophecy sounds very frivolous."

"It doesn't matter whether it's serious or not, the key is whether it's accurate or not!" Victor took the towel from the eunuch and covered his eyes and began to apply hot compress.

Shaking his fat head, Dijkstra lit a cigar, "Ah! Damn bastard, the prophet should be burned to death! But I have to say, you have aroused my interest!

For the sake of our past pleasant interactions, I will listen to you. You can say whatever you want before I chop you into minced meat.

Now, please start your performance!"

In the VIP room, white smoke and water vapor filled the air, and outside the heavy wooden door, the laughter of young girls could be heard faintly.

The young witcher ignored the threat and spoke clearly, "First, tell me the secret you care about most. Your true identity was told to me by White Wolf Geralt. I am his junior from his schoolmate's faction.

Look! I have no ill will towards you, otherwise I would not come to you, but to Radovid V and his witch hunters!

I believe that although His Majesty's hatred for you is not obvious, as an accomplice of Philippa Ehrhart, he will never hesitate to cut you into pieces if he has the chance."

After a moment of silence, the cigar flames brightly, and Dijkstra exhaled thick smoke, "Don't stop... continue."

"And the purpose of my visit is very simple, just to attract investment. I want to discuss a big business with you, a win-win situation of mutual benefit, and then at the end, we can both get what we want from it."

The giant moved his body and stretched out his hand to rub his ankle.

"You are so arrogant, but I don't think there is any big business to discuss with you, and mutual benefit is unimaginable.

Cooperation requires equality.

You, a mere witcher, what ideas can you come up with to attract me, and what bargaining chips do you have--"

"--I want to kill Radovid." Victor's tone was calm and calm.

But when Dijkstra heard it, his cigar fell to the ground. The witcher's straightforward confession was like a bolt from the blue to him.

The originally white and fat face was flushed, and the former Royal spy of Redania leaned forward, "Go to hell! Victor Corleone, do you know what you are saying? That's the king, the sacred and inviolable king of Redania!"

Taking away the hot towel, the witcher opened his eyes and stared at the bathhouse owner, "Oh, my count, let's be less routine and more sincere, no one is inviolable!

The Kingslayer Incident, I have seen the body of the siege king Foltest with his throat cut, his handsome face twitched and wrinkled, and his noble body was incontinent; I have also seen the chosen one Demave The pickled head of the third generation, the stench is no different from that of a ghoul.

If a person is killed, he will die!

No matter how noble the bloodline is, no matter how long the family history is, there is no dynasty that will never die!

And the latest example, thanks to the inviolable Radovid. He killed the last descendant of the Unicorn Dynasty, King Henselt of Kaedwen not long ago. Speaking of that greedy pig, he finally succeeded in stuffing himself to death, I am not surprised at all. "

In a few words, simplicity is better than eloquence. Sometimes, just presenting the facts is the most sharp complaint.

And Dijkstra, who was originally pointing his finger and scolding, had already laid back in the bath peacefully. His shock might be true, but his anger was definitely false.

The eunuch Habin, who was listening in, quietly approached and lit the second cigar for his master, and according to some obscure instructions, he also handed one to Victor.

Then the VIP room returned to silence.

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After a few minutes of puffing, the intermission ended. Dijkstra broke the silence and patted his thigh, "Well said! Very well said!

You are right, this is a very interesting business! I must admit that I am interested, and you are also qualified to cooperate. Witchers can invest with their skills.

But... there is a but.

Why?

I need to know why?

The blood of the kings has not dried yet, and the former kingslayer has just been executed. I can't understand why the person who revealed the truth in Lomne and prevented the murder came to me and said that he wanted to kill the king of Redania.

The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon?

Your Majesty Radod does not seem to have a direct conflict with you. I need to know your motives."

After receiving this question, Victor knew that the persuasion action had reached an important node, and his answer must impress the other party in order to cooperate sincerely.

It is impossible to deceive this experienced spy with a fabricated lie, but fortunately he does not need to lie, he only needs to tell part of the truth.

"It's very simple. Radovid's actions were too harsh and hurt many of my friends. Our conflicts are irreconcilable.

As soon as I got home yesterday, my employee Fergus hugged my thigh and cried that people were looking at him with evil eyes everywhere. He hoped to leave this place as soon as possible.

Then I learned that Kalkstein, a pure scholar, who I once asked for alchemy knowledge in Vizima, was tied to the stake and burned to death.

Speaking of Keira Metz, when the Lomne Summit was held, she was still trying her best to maintain the political stability of Temeria. It is conceivable that she was not an accomplice in the murder of Foltest.

But such a lovely woman, an innocent woman, is now being hunted down by witch hunters and has nowhere to go. Her life is in danger."

Realizing that he used the words "cute" and "innocent" to describe the sorceress, a kind of snake and scorpion creature, Dijkstra, who knew about Victor's affair with Keira, grinned and laughed. He was actually another passionate witcher.

"Most importantly, the king's persecution will never stop here. First the spellcasters, then the non-human races, his tyrannical ruling model is destined to require a steady stream of sacrifices.

In the foreseeable future, witchers will sooner or later have a place on the stake, and I refuse to let this happen.

Radovid must die!"

From beginning to end, Victor's statement remained calm, without excitement or anger, and his logic was meticulous and matter-of-fact.

It was like talking about a very ordinary thing, such as what he wanted to eat at noon.

This cold and clear awareness and this calmness successfully conquered Sigismund Dijkstra's picky and suspicious heart.

He raised the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to pat, "Harbin, go to the study and open the bottle of Lafite in 1971 to sober up. I will have a good drink with the respectable Sir Corleone later!"

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