Witcher's Atelier

He lowered his head and observed from the corner of his eyes. The walls of the room were desolate. It seemed that it was a temporarily requisitioned house. The low stools were kept high and surrounded by strong men. It was useful for some basic psychology. Unfortunately, these methods could not impress him.

Looking up at the other person's monocle, the young man smiled, "Dear Eye of the King, Mr. Taller, Director of the Intelligence Bureau, I can explain that this is all a misunderstanding.

Mr. Vivaldi has been suffering from impotence for a long time. In addition to being a witcher apprentice, I also sell alchemy products part-time to make a living. The sales channel is the owner of the Hairy Bear Tavern, a veteran of the Battle of Brenner, and a member of the brother team. Mr. Riffeling.

So I'm here today to deliver Golan's customized erection decoction, and if you don't believe me, you can check out my herbal package. "

The director of the Intelligence Bureau had a mixed expression on his face. This answer was completely unexpected, so he waved his hand to a strong man next to him to come forward and take Victor's herbal bag.

Emptying everything in the bag in front of him, Victor pointed out a few tubes of unlabeled medicine and asked the strong man to hand them over to Taller.

The apprentice witcher said: "I have brought a total of eight such potions, two of which are gifts. You can test them now."

There was no need to test it, Victor's expression was too sure, and a person like the director could tell at a glance that this was definitely a genuine erection decoction, and most of the boy's suspicions were cleared at once.

Frowning, Taler crossed his arms and said, "Next, we will search your body. Don't worry, a woman is in charge. We will also use instruments to monitor the magical reactions on your body. Are there any questions? Mr. Victor."

"No problem, as long as it proves my innocence."

…

An hour later, the clean and innocent young man walked out of the house in a leisurely manner and turned to the other side of the street, knocking on the Golan. Vivaldi's Gate.

And in the shadow of the curtains on the second floor, King's Eye Taller was staring at Victor's back. Next to him stood a strong and bearded man - King's Hand Vernon. Roche.

"So you called me here just to watch you let people go?"

"Damn it," Taler turned his head and smiled bitterly, "I haven't made a mistake in a long time. I'm almost sure that Yayven asked him to deliver the message, but all the instruments that monitor magic didn't detect any problems, and neither did he. Bring anything strange."

"Where's his herbal bag?" Roche bit open the cigar and took out a match to light a fire.

"That's the important part. The magic monitoring and acupuncture detection are all done. There is nothing except that the old one is not cut off. Give him a new one.

As for removing the armor and searching his whole body, Weiss did it herself. You can just listen to the report from your subordinates. "

The adjutant of the iron guard in blue stood behind the two of them. Weiss, whose shirt was usually unbuttoned, held two white balls with her hands across her chest. She shrugged in front of Roche, "Other than being strong and huge, I don't find anything special. Yes, but he is extremely strong and huge, which is extremely suspicious for the sixteen-year-old registered on the tax return!”

"You're suspicious! Am I suspicious too?" Roche scolded his adjutant loudly, "Button it up for me, I can see your belly button."

After cursing, he turned to the director of the Intelligence Bureau helplessly, "Even so, you can detain him and observe him for a few days. Maybe he will reveal his flaws?"

Taller shook his head, took off his monocle and wiped it: "No, except for this matter, he is as clean as a piece of white paper... No, not that white, beige paper. But if it is because of this level of suspicion, To detain him, we might as well arrest everyone in the ghetto, everyone is more suspicious than him.

Besides, he has received an invitation to perform at Princess Yada's banquet tomorrow. Can't you tell, our Mr. Victor is also a bard, a very good bard, at least that's what Master Dandelion said. "

Without speaking, Roche smoked a cigar, stared at Victor's back as he walked into the house opposite, and blew out smoke rings.

…

Ringing the banker Golan. At the gate of Vivaldi, Victor knew that Taller must be staring at his back now, maybe the hand of the king. Roche is also staring at himself.

But so what, the herbal bag that my grandmother made for herself is a composition of incredible laws that surpasses all magic.

As long as he doesn't take action, no one in the world can produce the letter that Yayiwen entrusted to him, let alone a mere spy and lackey of the kingdom.

No one would be able to tell the difference between an Endless Herb Bag and an ordinary Herb Bag unless they witnessed Victor personally demonstrate the removal of the items.

The iron door opened, and Victor saw the poor banker who was under house arrest. He took back his pity and had nothing to sympathize with, just like if he had been caught just now, the banker would not sympathize with him.

He walked into the house calmly, and after confirming that it was safe, the young man took out Yaiwen's letter from the herbal medicine bag and handed it to the banker. At the same time, he also delivered six bottles of erection decoction, "This has a very good aphrodisiac effect. Try it." Give it a try, and if you still need it, you can buy it at Griffilin, the Hairy Bear Tavern in the temple area.”

A few minutes later, on the second floor opposite the banker's residence, she saw Victor walking out of the door and walking calmly to get ready for exit inspection. Weiss chuckled and said, "I'm going to go down for a body search. Do any of you want to go down with me?" "

Thaler waved his hand and refused, "It makes no sense. It was no problem just now, and it won't be a problem now."

Roche also refused, "I'm a salesman of aphrodisiacs. There's no need to meet. Please button up my clothes before going downstairs."

Weiss smiled and buttoned up her shirt casually, "You know what? When I was checking him, I thought of a person, that free man!"

"Batman!?" Roche waved the female gangster away wordlessly, "I have enough troubles now, don't remind me of that transvestite."

Taller didn't take it seriously. A guy in strange clothes got into a fight in the middle of the night, but no one was killed. His priority was not at all in his mind. The weird movements of the Scoia'tael were what was imminent.

…

Finally returning home, Victor went straight down to the basement, carefully opened the banker's reply, and found a page full of slang code in Common and Nilfgaardian.

After thinking for a moment, he threw a piece of white paper into the cauldron, then started stirring it against the original letter, and quickly made a copy.

When they got to the second floor, Angouleme was chatting and laughing with Catherine. Victor had something on his mind and didn't pay attention to their conversation, otherwise he might draw his sword and kill the family.

He handed the copy of the letter to the girl, "Didn't you say you wanted to find out what Yayiwen and the others were doing? Try to see if you can understand what these slang words are saying."

Then he went out to the ghetto, Golan. Vivaldi's reply did not need to be sent out of the city, it only needed to find a specific person in the slums, but it was so urgent that it had to be sent today, which gave Victor a bad feeling, which is why he chose to open it and keep it. reason.

Soon he bumped into a dwarf with a beard that was half red and half gray at the corner of the alley. He quietly handed him the reply letter, and Victor left quickly.

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