Witcher's Atelier

Although he was confused about the request, Victor knew that Angouleme would not be innocent, and she must have a reason for saying so, so he stopped moving forward.

And sure enough, if you wait a moment, a wonderful fantasy action movie will be released─

The wooden door exploded with a bang, and a piece of wood flew out from the smoke and dust. It penetrated directly into the mouth of the leading witch hunter and half of it came out from the back of his head, making him smile from ear to ear.

Then a certain woman made a grand appearance.

That's Xi'er. Germany. Tanshavier is usually dressed in black as a widow, with bright eyes and plump lips, but unlike before, her hairstyle is not two stiff horns, but a pretty and lively high ponytail.

And this change is a reform carried out by the sorceress in response to someone's preference. With just a few gestures, she can easily create an unbeatable high ponytail, creating a classic girly look!

It must be admitted that it looks pleasing to the eye, and Victor can't help but smack his lips. No wonder people say that hair is a woman's second face.

It's just that the fierce bloodbath in the field is not consistent with this mood...

Moving forward leisurely, Xi'er's black hair was flying, like a demon coming to the world. The flying knives and stars around her were patrolling, guarding, attacking and slashing according to her will.

As soon as they met the witch hunter, two of them fell first. The proportion of losses was not small.

Perhaps when the number exceeds a hundred, they can produce qualitative changes through quantitative changes and succeed in sneak attacks in a war of attrition, but a dozen people in front of them are obviously not enough to do this, and Xi'er is not alone.

A fireball the size of a washbasin roared out, easily engulfing another witch hunter who was yelling at the command, giving him endless power to sing and dance.

Under the illumination of the torch, the attacker with bright red hair turned out to be Triss. Merigold.

Two of the few sorceresses on the continent joined forces, and there was no suspense in the battle. The enemies fell one after another. In the blink of an eye, only the last three were left, peeing and running away in despair.

Faced with such an ugly appearance, Triss hesitated for a moment and stopped releasing the fireball. She had no intention of pursuing them, but the silver frost flying knife passed by their ankles and knocked them down to the ground.

Then Xi'er stepped forward with flushed cheeks, and while wailing and begging for mercy, she commanded the flying knife with a smile to execute the witch hunter Ling Chi.

No mercy! No mercy!

Then she put away her smile and looked calm and stern, "Triss, what are you doing? Put away your cheap sympathy! Why did you stop just now and let them escape and call for help?"

When Tanshavier accused her, Merigold was not the type to retaliate, "There's no need! This is just a senseless killing. We would have left here long ago before they went back to call people back."

"In the past, you kept silent when they committed crimes, but now you have the opportunity to fight back, but you are merciful. How hypocritical is this?"

“Not even being willing to be hypocritical is blatant evil!”

…

In the light of the fire in the cold night wind, there were a few inexplicable words, and the two sorceresses suddenly faced each other. It was clear that this was not the first time that this kind of quarrel had occurred.

While watching the show in a dark place not far away, the two witchers relied on their extraordinary five senses, and the whole process was uncensored and high-definition with Dolby Ring sound effects.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Angouleme, what colors do they look like in your eyes?"

"Triss blue, Shir dark blue."

"Well... you knew that Xi'er was here from the beginning. No wonder you weren't worried about Triss. Eagle vision is a really convenient ability... So, what do you want me to see?"

Angoulin rubbed his nose and said, "I think the leader needs to know what kind of woman the new member of the Phantom Troupe, Ms. Xi'er, is in the place where you can't see her... To be honest, we went to the prison together last time. Her approach to revenge was even more ruthless than today, which broadened my horizons a lot."

"Do you think her behavior is too extreme? Or will it cause trouble?"

"Actually...it's all fine. At least I don't care. But, I'm not sure if you can accept it, so I want you to confirm it with your own eyes."

Her response was somewhat contradictory, but Victor blinked, reflected on the cause and effect, and figured out why Angouleme did what he did, and he also knew how to answer her.

"I understand. Maybe I have behaved in the past, which you may think was kind or even weak. But don't worry, my hypocrisy has limits and reasons.

...As you know, I come from another world. As a visitor and a prophet, the world can be said to be a big playground in my eyes. I lack awe of everything that happens here.

Therefore, I need to always be careful not to act arbitrarily, otherwise a fallen player will be a real mobile natural disaster, and the lower limit is so low that you can't even imagine it.

But those are my requirements for myself, and I will not use the same standards to restrict you.

In this chaotic era, if you hesitate or make a mistake in the face of danger, you may be stabbed to death by a pitchfork like Geralt, or become a prisoner at the mercy of others.

And just imagining that kind of encounter makes people feel uncomfortable, so my concept is very simple: murderers will always be killed - no matter who it is at any time, as long as he has the intention to kill us, we can kill him Accepted'.

Regardless of age or gender.

Of course, this standard is very vague and there is a lot of room for manipulation, but it doesn't matter. My only requirement for the members of the brigade is "don't go too far." Everything else doesn't matter.

In the same words, deputy captain, please bring it to Xi'er for me. I don't want to say it a second time. "

…

Angoulin, who received a satisfactory answer, smiled and narrowed his eyes.

And just as they finished their exchange, there were new developments not far away.

It was a middle-aged couple who broke the confrontation between the two powers. They timidly walked out of the house and joined the sorceresses.

From the few words floating in the wind, Victor learned that Triss and Xi'er had come to pick up the couple on purpose.

And he instantly thought of what was going on now. The exile plan for spellcasters planned by him and organized by the two of them seemed to be going quite smoothly. In a few hours, they would leave "Novigrad" by boat and go to "Kovir" to provide shelter.

As for this incident, Victor was very impressed, because when he played Geralt in his previous life, this was a side quest "Escape from Death" that almost everyone understood.

Through conversations along the way and overcoming obstacles, you can see Triss's strength, Triss's fragility, Triss's beauty... well... if you choose the right choice, ahem, you can also see Triss's naked body and confirm their relationship!

In other words, this mission is the key to the sublimation of the relationship between the White Wolf and the sorceress, but obviously because of the butterfly flapping its wings, Geralt is impossible to appear now, which can be said to be very unfair to Triss's love.

But it doesn't matter, Victor thought in his heart, there will be a chance to give her another event.

And since it happened to run into it, it is natural to appear here at this time to help "escape from death".

──The world is a big playground.

So he raised his voice, called out to the few people who were about to leave in front, and announced that the Phantom Troupe joined the ranks of escorting the caster.

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