Witcher's Atelier

Blood and fire intertwined, majestic and awe-inspiring!

Walking forward with her feet turned outward, Angouleme met the retreating Geralt and Ciri one after another. She hugged and passed by them one by one; then she arrived at the front yard a few minutes later and met the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Victor Corleone, who would repay his debts.

This young and brave witcher was measuring the land size of the Kaer Morhen courtyard with his feet, and squatted down from time to time to dig the soil and bury the iron-eating beast-shaped sculpture inside.

In the corridor of the city gate, there were constant bangs and bangs, which could not be ignored. It was the close contact between heavy weapons and the Thousand Gold Gate; although the city gate could not be seen directly, Angouleme could easily imagine that more and more Wild Hunt soldiers who were unwilling to be lonely were gathering outside.

They were eager to rush into the castle, defeat the brave knights inside, and plunder the beautiful princess.

Patting her cheeks, paying special attention not to let her eyebrows squeeze too much towards the center, she walked to the captain, "I'm back."

"Well, welcome back!" Victor did not turn around, he was concentrating on feeling the flow of earth magic, "How is Yennefer?"

"No problem, the magic circle we helped to set up is very effective and in excellent condition. The lady said she can even hold on until tomorrow noon."

"That's good, we should be able to create enough damage before dawn to force the Wild Hunt to retreat."

"Huh~ Didn't you say it can hold on until noon?"

"The sorceress's mouth is a lie! You can't accept it all! Keira often tells me that it's okay to hold on until noon, but the fact is that every time she cries to sleep before dawn."

Shrugged and didn't respond, Angouleme walked to Victor's side and took over two or three iron-eating beast sculptures to help set up the array. Triss and Keira need to rest now, and only he who has also strengthened his sense of magic can help with this job.

The sound of banging on the door continued, and the two of them kept quiet tacitly and worked separately.

But not long after, "Hey...wait a minute," Victor suddenly coughed twice to break the silence, "The words just now seem a bit ambiguous. Although I believe you won't misunderstand, I still have to explain that what Kayla and I do day and night is 'academic research'."

"Haha, no need to explain! In front of Eagle Vision, everything is visible; at night, I often practice swords with Lambert in the courtyard. When you and Kayla are doing academic research and when you are wrestling and fighting, I know, I know everything!"

Angoulême said it as a matter of course.

Victor didn't want to talk for a moment.

It's a pity that since the previous quiet and serious atmosphere before the battle was broken, the young girl's yearning for peach gossip could not be stopped.

"Oh~ Wick, look at me, I'm your most loyal subordinate Angouleme! Can you please satisfy my curiosity... What's going on between you and Ciri?

Don't use brother and sister to fool me anymore, I don't believe you're brother and sister. Although you've been sleeping in separate rooms these days and I haven't caught you, I bet there's something fishy going on between you because of your natural intimacy!

I feel that her attitude towards you is a bit similar to Xi'er's, that is, as long as you open your mouth, the two of you will immediately fight against each other.

Captain, do you think I'm right?"

Looking directly at the obscene expression of the female witcher, he seemed to have some overlap with Dandelion, "Shut up! Bastard!" Victor rolled his eyes, "If you keep talking nonsense, get back to the courtyard!"

Eh! I can't be driven away! This learning opportunity is very rare!

Aware that the captain might take the opportunity to lose his temper, turned his back and made a face, Angouleme hurriedly began to work seriously, she knew that this would be the fastest way to calm the other party's anger.

…

Some time passed.

After burying the last iron-eating beast sculpture, the golden eagle of Temeria stood up and tapped his waist, looking at Duvakin standing in the center of the courtyard.

The tip of the steel sword Arondette was inserted into the soil, his feet were level with his shoulders, his hands were placed on his lower abdomen, and his eyes were closed and immersed in meditation. Victor has maintained this posture for several minutes.

Knowing that he was communicating with the magic power of the earth veins, Angouleme walked a few meters behind the witcher and stopped, posing the same posture, closing his eyes to feel and try to record the magic circuit he wove.

She is now very nervous and excited.

Since the second mutation, these days through Victor's demonstration and learning from Keira and Triss, she has been able to skillfully use several extended magic signs, and the idea of ​​arranging the magic circle in advance is a lesson that cannot be missed.

Through the advance magic channeling and borrowing, every magic sign that Victor will perform in the vestibule will exert unprecedented power in the history of witchers.

And the seal that he had boasted about beforehand, which required such a huge amount of magic power to cast, was certainly not an ordinary thing.

Just then...

"Boom! Clang!" The sound of collapse came from the corridor of the city gate. It was the loud sound of Qianjin Gate falling, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually approaching.

"Dear, just to be safe, you should step back a little!" Victor, who had stopped meditating, said in a clear and cheerful voice, "This is the first time I have used this trick. Maybe some unknown situations will happen."

Angoulême retreated as he was told. While walking, he caught a glimpse of the atrium on the high ground. Ciri, Geralt, Triss, Keira and Vesemir were all leaning on the railing to observe the situation in the vestibule, ready to provide support at any time.

"You have to experience it carefully! This seal is based on Arden and developed with reference to the spells of Jacques and Master Mirror." Victor's voice caught her attention.

Angoulême turned around and listened to the instruction carefully, while countless Wild Hunt soldiers were coming out of the corridor in front of him.

"Pay special attention to the timing of use. This is my careful reminder as the founder." For some reason, Victor's pronunciation and tone at this moment were deliberately low and deep, which sounded a little abnormal.

"Seal of Arden..." Surrounded by layers of enemies, he recited the name of the seal, posing a strange and curious posture as if no one was around.

He propped up his body with his toes, turned sideways to expose his back, bent his left hand and placed it in front of his face, and then placed his right hand on the buttocks, looking extremely coquettish.

"..., hold the groove, hold the groove! This posture is too anti-human!" Angoulême was full of complaints. Victor in front of him was definitely suffering from a severe attack of the second-year disease.

But this also made her feel at ease. The captain always cherished his life when he was not sure, and it was impossible for him to be so rampant.

"Angulan, remember, when you activate the seal, your posture must be handsome, your expression must be arrogant, your voice must be loud, your pronunciation must be crooked, and you must have a momentum of not recognizing any relatives!"

The girl who was named covered her face with her hands.

The surrounding Wild Hunt soldiers, although they didn't understand what this annoying guy who blocked the road was shouting, his unique and arrogant attitude made them a little suspicious, and subconsciously tended to surround him first and then cut him into pieces.

And then, there was nothing else.

"You scum, see the power of truly dominating the world! A radius of 20 meters--"

Victor, with an arrogant index finger, stretched forward.

"--Smash--Valudo!!!"