Witcher's Atelier

The beautiful capital of Temeria is adjacent to Lake Vizima. There is a ferry crossing from the southern city gate. From here you can take a boat to the swamp forest on the other side. In the past, there was only a small village selling fish to make a living.

However, after the logging area was set up in the forest, there are now regular boats going back and forth in the lake every day. The bloodthirsty plants that were originally insignificant had to be removed.

After two days of careful preparations, the Phantom Troupe went to the forest this afternoon to eliminate the 'Giant Thorn Demon Tree', not only to protect the personal safety of the loggers, but also to protect the rare materials on them.

By the way, for a bounty of four hundred orens.

Sitting on a stable place on the bow of the boat, "Demon tree sap, magic tree tendrils... I need to collect more of these two things later. I will deduct the share for Kalkistan, and I will keep some for myself to test the potency of the medicine..." The alchemy apprentice Count the expected gains with your fingers.

This made him look absent-minded and distracted, so when he saw that the ship was about to dock, Angoulin had to approach the young man's ear to remind him: "Captain, the ship is about to arrive..."

Blinking his eyes and waking up from his reverie, Victor raised his hands and stretched: "Well, then just do what we just said, run into the forest and let them chase after us. I'm really curious about Lansmit's men." Why are you following us with malicious intentions?”

The two of them went out in the afternoon and didn't go very far. Angouleme was first alerted to being followed, and then Victor also noticed... He could also clearly judge that there were seven people in total--not because the young man was powerful, but because the stalker's skills were too great. Too clumsy, or simply don't understand what hiding is.

It's summer now, and all seven of them are wearing gray wide-leg trousers with leggings, red corsets and copper-buckled belts. These are considered the uniforms of local gangsters. From a distance, the only difference between them is that they have short cardigans. Chest hair of different lengths under clothes.

And such a group of characters who can be called "models of fantasy medieval gangsters" are following behind him with knives and axes. Even if they keep a considerable distance, it is difficult not to be alert.

In Angouleme's words, their malice was so clear that she could feel it on the back of her head.

And Victor's basis is - the talisman in his arms is hot. Although I don’t know how Banad’s mage did it, but as long as he is stared at with malicious eyes for a period of time, this “anti-mischief amulet” will heat up.

They were followed along the road from the temple area to the boat, and now they are about to dock. The young man can't wait to know why they are following them.

He really hoped it wasn't the reason he guessed, but that answer was the most likely.

…

"Stop! Don't let him get away!"

"Asshole, do you think you can escape if you don't pay back the money you owe?"

"Rongyang is helping you! Don't block the road, get out of the way!"

This afternoon, when the ferry docked at the Zhulin Village, there was a small commotion. Seven members of the Gongyang Gang chased two people and went straight into the forest instead of entering the village.

Although the reputation of the Gongyang Gang is not extremely bad, it is still a long way from being 'ordinary', so most of the people they are chasing are not bad people, and the excuses they yell can be ignored.

For those on the dock who witnessed the commotion, it was just another incident in daily life, and they upheld the best tradition of not helping each other and watching with aloofness.

…

Let me emphasize again that this ancient sport of jungle cross-country obstacles tests not only skills but also physical strength. Just over ten minutes of rapid travel is enough to wear down those who are not physically strong enough.

So when the seven members of the Ram Gang finally caught up with their target in an open space, no matter how stupid they were, they could still sense that something was wrong... Compared to the tiredness and embarrassment of the few of them, the girl dressed as a mercenary looked still capable.

The young man who was the main target had an even more leisurely attitude, staring at them with his arms folded, and four slightly white knife marks on his face clearly visible.

He said: "Excuse me, friends from the Ram Gang, can you tell me why you are chasing me? I don't remember any disputes with Mr. Lansmit."

After hearing the question, several members of the gang glanced at each other. Although they all felt that the man and woman were a bit strange, Victor's young and ordinary face misled them, so they winked at each other.

Then the leader of the gang stood up. He was a man with a mushroom head and half a black tattoo on his face. He said loudly: "You are Victor Corleone, right! There is no need to deny it. The owner of the hairy bear, Griffith Lin, has already told In your name, you failed to pay back the money you owed, stole treasures, and raped violent women. Now it’s time for you to pay the price!”

"Pfft hehe..." Before Victor could respond, Angoulin burst out laughing. She winked at the young man and made a face: "Hey... I didn't expect that the leader had done so many things before. Big deal! I really didn’t expect it…”

Taking a breath to calm down his anger, the young man ignored the opportunity to regain his strength, quietly dispersed the surrounding gang members, and continued to ask: "So are you here to seek justice? Don't you want to verify whether I really did what I did? Those things?"

There was a sound of hunting in the forest and rustling in the grass. Strangely, there was no sound of insects or birds near this clearing.

He didn't notice the weird environment, only noticed that the gang had roughly completed the siege. Mushroom Head didn't bother to say anything more, pulled out his ax and shouted: "Kill them now!"

Faced with several human compatriots around him refusing to talk and holding up their swords and axes, Victor had nothing to say, and raised his right hand and shouted: "Spar dh'oinne! (Shoot humans!)"

This was the third time the boy heard the sound of "swish...swish...", and after watching them bathed in the rain of arrows, with several arrows stuck in their bodies in an instant, he raised his right hand again: "Caelm, evellienn! (Stop, everyone!)".

Looking around the scene of the tragedy, seeing that the seven people were going to die, Victor walked to the leader who was still breathing, squatted down, looked at him seriously and said: "Last chance, tell me, who asked you to kill me? That person deliberately asked you to die. You should know now that he didn't expect you to succeed. Don't you want to take revenge on him?"

The mushroom-head's face was covered with blood, and the arrow in his chest made the blood rush to his throat. He mustered up the remaining strength to spit blood on the boy's face, but it was dodged and fell on the shoe surface. His last words were: "You damned dog *raised* actually colluded with the Squirrel Party and betrayed the human ***, I ***────"

An arrow pierced through his temple interrupted the swear words he had prepared. The elf scout who had seen him a few days ago put down the bow that shot the arrow and bowed slightly to Victor.

The witcher apprentice stood up and nodded to him.

Forget it… The advantage of having fewer enemies is that you don’t have to worry about finding the wrong person responsible. In fact, without Mushroom Head telling you, Victor could guess that it was the mercenaries raised by Falvik.

They first used the power of the local snakes to find people, and then bribed a few gang members to try to attack him. It would be great if the whole thing could succeed. If it failed, Victor would also get in trouble with Lansmit of the Ram Gang.

And he still knew nothing about them.

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