Witcher's Atelier

Sigismund. Dijkstra, and Triss. Merigold is two completely different communication partners.

When facing Triss, Victor can tell her everything, and even tell her her future plans directly to him. It doesn't matter if he serves as Wolong's strategist. There is enough mutual trust between them.

But the same approach will not work for Dijkstra. If a mature plan is negotiated immediately, the other party will be afraid.

He would wonder about the source of the witcher's intelligence and how much of his hidden power and secret arrangements he actually knew. This kind of fear would be a serious detractor for cooperation.

When dealing with this kind of suspicious person, what you have to do is to let him go and do it on his own, just make requests without asking for details.

Just like now, after a few days of carefree city life, Victor's commission successfully received a positive response.

Under the guidance of the eunuch Harbin, he casually changed into a witch hunter uniform and easily walked into their branch in the "Biz District".

And in the dark cell deep in the fortress, I smelled and saw Xi'er, who was almost inhuman shape and emitted a pungent stench. Germany. Tanshavier.

Yes, she was no longer human... The whip marks, contusions, lacerations, blunt force blows, branding and burn marks were all too dense to look at.

It was not because of the circular tattoo on his chest that Victor could not even identify the dying body in front of him as that of the proud sorceress.

…

Despite his tyrannical strength, Xi'er's body is still a glass cannon. Human beings have limits, and a lone spellcaster cannot bear the slightest risk.

So a tired mistake, some anti-magic metal weapons, and a group of thugs who can't even read words, Xi'er. Germany. Tanshavier became a prisoner.

But when faced with a "heinous" sorceress, no matter how cruel she is, she has no moral scruples, and it doesn't matter if she plays with death or disability, what will happen to a beautiful woman when she falls into prison?

Reality is often more magical than drama, and the scale is wider. In fact, if you have a little understanding of history, you will understand that the herd effect can turn any honest person into a cruel beast at the speed of light.

What's even more unfortunate is that although the horn hairstyle is difficult to see, Xi'er is still a beautiful woman, or in other words, she used to be a beautiful woman.

The anti-magic metal shackles were burned red-hot directly on her wrists and ankles, completely destroying the functions of her hands and feet and her ability to cast spells.

Countless dry black blood clots adhered to it, and the sorceress was as black and sticky as a puddle of mud. She was only left with her last breath before being fried to death or tormented to death...

──This situation and this situation

So cruel──

─People can’t, at least they shouldn’t!

In Victor's heart, Xi'er could die, but even in the most angry moment, he didn't want her to be tortured like this.

The dark scene he experienced for the first time touched the witcher deeply. It turned out that everything in the movie was real!

Through propaganda and guidance, human beings can become terrifying and violent monsters, and those who commit ugly crimes will also feel that they symbolize good moral character and that everything they do is righteous.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of countless atrocities…

"It's a pity, Sir Victor, I rushed as soon as possible after receiving the commission, but the result is just like what you see... After experiencing all the abuse from the witch hunter, it is a miracle that she is still alive.

How ironic that the reason that prevented her from dying on the spot was precisely the power of magic. "The eunuch's greasy and friendly smile and sharp voice sounded particularly harsh in the dirty and smelly prison.

Hearing is better than seeing. The witcher who witnessed the abundance of torture tools on the wall narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. "Thank you for your explanation and service, Habin. Now let Xi'er and I talk alone. You can leave first." , give my regards to Lord Dijkstra.”

The mighty Duwakein, with all his equipment, was a man who stood up to the dragon head-on. The mere branch prison of Eternal Fire could not stop him from leaving.

So after receiving Victor's instructions, Habin bowed respectfully, stroking his chest, turned around and disappeared into the dark corridor.

…

After pausing for a moment to make sure the eunuch was far away, the witcher took out a tube of blue potion from the herbal bag, squatted down and fed it into the mouth of the dying sorceress.

Tons, tons, tons, tons, I choked a little, and then the medicine gradually took effect, and Xi'er slowly woke up from her coma.

She struggled to open her eyelids, facing the dim backlight of the torch with cloudy and dim eyes. It took her a while to finally see who was giving her the medicine.

Victor. Corleone! ?

Xi'er was so weak that she wanted to open her mouth to speak, but her voice was muffled because there was not a single tooth in it... The two rows of neat and beautiful braided shells that used to be all were now knocked off, leaving only dry black blood clots.

"Ah...it's you...Victor, why are you here?"

Witnessing her miserable appearance at close range, and thinking of the proud woman in Floating Harbor, the witcher was in a trance. Flashbacks flashed in my mind of the majestic scene when we were fighting a giant octopus the year before last, when she used a barrier to trap the monster!

But this is the kind of sorceress who shows disgust even when her clothes are stained, and must immediately cast a spell to cleanse her. According to the words Victor knows, only "human pig" can accurately describe her current posture, a rare noun. " "Meat x utensil" is a convenient way to refer to it.

Facing the helpless and sad weakling, his tone unconsciously became softer, "Hold on, Ciel Tansavier, I am here to save you, entrusted by Triss Merigold."

After hearing what Victor said clearly, Xi'er's eyes suddenly flashed with hope, and she stared at the witcher, but the silence suddenly went out.

"No... no need." Her tone was low and lonely, "I'm hopeless... Even if I can get out and live, I will always be a useless person."

Victor also knew what was going on, and he was silent.

Xi'er was seriously injured, with broken tendons and bones in her hands and feet, and her internal organs were severely damaged. The witch hunter's physical damage was very thorough, turning her into a rag doll that could never be cured with the current medical level.

And with the proud self-esteem of the sorceress falling to this point, survival or destruction is not a question worth considering.

"..., kill me! Kill me, please, I beg you, at least let me die here... here with dignity." She murmured hoarsely, vaguely.

The dungeon was cold and gloomy. Dying in this place like this was considered a dignified death, so what about a undignified death?

Without Dijkstra's rich imagination, Victor could have fully anticipated that in a few days, the witch hunter would use a round and smooth piercing stake to stand Xi'er in the downtown area; or tie the sorceress to the stake and set her on fire in the "hot" enthusiasm of the people's cheers.

The picture is so beautiful that it makes people sigh.

Before entering the prison, Victor had a lot of words to reprimand Xi'er, and even if she was stubborn or rude, he would not rule out killing her.

However, the rag doll in front of him, who was lingering on, was praying for the "last mercy"!

This is a bad woman, and a punished woman. Maybe she deserves a second chance?

The mind is made up.

Slightly lifting Xi'er's body and letting her lean against the wall, Victor sat cross-legged in front of her.

"Ms. Xi'er de Tanshavier, I'm not surprised that you want to die. You and I both know that your injuries are too severe. Even if we take you out now, with the existing treatment methods, you will never be completely cured, let alone cast spells.

But that is an assessment based on the conventional treatment methods in reality.

As a well-informed sorceress, I think you know that there are some forces in the world that are unconventional and beyond reality."

Victor's words made Xi'er shudder all over, and she suddenly looked up and stared into his eyes - those reincarnation eyes, there was sadness and pity, but no teasing.

The physical and mental collapse and long torture took away all her hope, making her like a walking corpse, but when hope shone again, the sorceress's mind became active.

She tried to make her voice clearer, "Power beyond reality... Are you serious!? How can I recover?"

"Although I don't like you, there is no need to come to the prison to tease you.

The blue potion I just fed you is just a basic one, with ordinary healing effects. I have more powerful categories.

As we all know, the best potions are green!

It can make you grow two new rows of teeth, reconnect broken bones, regenerate atrophied tendons, restore scarred skin to smoothness, and even a face with burns and branding.

I can even remove the anti-magic metal that pierces the bones for you, so that you can restore your ability to cast spells.

In short, you can be restored to be like new, and even if you want to forget what happened during this period, I can use the Yaxi seal to help you forget."

The upper and lower lips trembled constantly, and the picture described by Victor was the miracle that Xi'er could imagine and most desired... No, after endless torture, she didn't dare to think so even in her dreams recently.

But at this moment, she would not doubt what Victor said, people would believe what they want to believe.

Besides, the witcher is not a guy who comes from nowhere. He is the only knight of the five virtues in Toussaint in the past fifty years, who is named honor, wisdom, generosity, bravery, and mercy. He is well-known and trustworthy.

"You...what do you want me to do? What can I give you? As long as you ask, I am willing to do it." Her heartbeat accelerated, and she choked with excitement.

Seeing the miserable woman confessing to him that she was willing to do anything, Victor suddenly felt like a villain, seizing others' weaknesses and preparing to blackmail them.

But he was obviously a good person!

Reaching out helplessly and rubbing her nose, "Your loyalty? What do you think of this price? I will cure you, and you have to serve me for three years!

In these three years, you must serve me like a king. Of course, not like Philippa serving Radovid, and not like Sabina serving Henselt.

You will respect and love your boss, Mr. Victor Corleone.

When I say 'jump', you must immediately ask 'how high?'"

Without much consideration, staring deeply at the witcher, the sorceress nodded seriously, "Glad to serve, sir, what can I do for you?"

If the other party asked for a lifetime, she might hesitate a little, but a mere three years sounds long, but it is actually very short. More importantly, the other party dared to offer such a price, indicating that he was really confident and capable of quickly curing himself, so he only asked for three years of loyal service.

For Victor, the choice of three years was also a matter of consideration: if the time was longer, or even required the other party to be loyal for life, Xi'er might agree on the spot, but when her body recovered, she would inevitably feel blackmailed and arouse more or less rebelliousness, which was unnecessary.

Three years was a very suitable price, both for himself and the other party.

Victor was confident that after three years, she would be convinced by him, because absolute power was destined to crush all those who refused to obey.

As for the question she asked, the witcher smiled slightly, "The current primary goal is to find Ciri, the daughter of destiny you know. The secondary goal is to murder Radovid.

Don't worry, I will respect you like I respect a sorceress and guarantee all your basic human rights. You are not my slave, but my subordinate."

"With such favorable conditions, is only three years enough? If you let me kill Radovid with my own hands, I am willing to devote my life to you."

"Don't be too confident, I am not an ordinary short-lived emperor, I can live for at least hundreds of years.

We will not be naive to think that a life-saving grace can make a proud sorceress devote her life, that is unrealistic.

Let's Give each other some room for imagination. Three years, I only ask for three years, but you have to be willing to serve me from the bottom of your heart.

Are you willing? "

The sorceress nodded eagerly, "Mr. Victor, I accept your conditions."

After receiving her praise, Victor's mouth corners rose, "Very good, but I am not as generous as you think. We are all mature adults and will not easily believe in verbal promises.

So now I plan to use a variant of the 'Axis Seal' to impose a heart lock or a mental steel seal on you to ensure your loyalty to me. "

The potion that was drunk earlier gave off a burst of warmth in the abdomen, which made Xier feel much less painful, and her confidence in Victor's cure for her also increased.

"It's really surprising that the witcher's seal has developed to this level!?... It doesn't matter, I accept your conditions. Anyway, it can't be worse than it is now."

"Uh... hehe, actually this spell is quite bad, I must explain it to you first.

The principle is very simple, similar to the spell that Philippa Ehrhardt once used on the dragon girl Saskia: the kindness of saving you will be deeply imprinted in your heart through the seal, becoming a heart lock and a steel seal, making you think that I am the 'best person in the world'.

Faced with the deep friendship as deep as the mountains and the sea, from now on, in the next three years, you will find it difficult to refuse every request of mine, this is your service to me

Besides that, just like Saskia at that time, your wisdom is completely normal, your rationality has not been affected at all, the only thing that has changed is your emotional view of me.

The preconditions for casting this seal are very strict. You must fully understand what is going to happen next and sincerely accept the terms of the contract.

So I must remind you again that once the seal takes effect, it is irreversible. This heart lock will change your mind and distort your will. And when you break it without permission, it will burst out magic to destroy your brain. I believe that at that time, you will be willing to die early now. "

Listening to the explanation, Xier did not show it on the surface, but was shocked in his heart.

After all, when Philippa wanted to influence Saskia, the Saint of Aedirn, she consumed countless refined medicinal materials and magic, and it took a long time to influence her subtly.

But at this moment, according to what the other party said, his Yaxi seal took effect, and he only needed to agree sincerely! Is it really that simple?

Regardless, the sorceress answered very straightforwardly, "I understand. I am willing to accept the conditions. As long as I can recover my health and return the pain I am suffering now to Radovid and those beasts, I will not regret it!"

Even if it really becomes a heart lock and a confinement, Xi'er is not afraid, because she is sincerely willing to pay this price.

"Clearly know the consequences of the spell and are willing to accept future changes. Please remember that you are voluntary.

There is no instigation or deception. This is a fair and just contract. Not a single word will be wrong!

If you firmly agree to all of the above, then look into my eyes! It will be convenient for me to cast the seal!"

As one of the few academic sorceresses on the continent, Xi'er knows that Victor is performing a "ritual behavior" at this moment. Every word he says and every explanation has a magical effect and is indispensable.

The magic guidance of the Ten Thousand Things is like a special situation where some curse begins, or a certain kind of time and space demon is signing a contract.

The magic power around her was rumbling and resonating. At this point, Xier was sure that this witcher, her future master, was serious. His magic attainments were amazing.

But no matter what the price, as long as he could avenge those bastards...

Staring deeply at Victor's samsara eyes, Xier looked into the depths of the blue. As the nine magatamas spun, she heard a bright voice in a trance.

"Akesi. Bie Tianshen!"

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