Chapter 242: The Unpredictable Secret of Eliminating Demons and Defending the Way

"The official title of Ms. Anna Henrietta," said the court steward Sebastian, who not only looked like a pastry chef, but also had a superb sense of smell and could even smell the fragrance of the sugar coating on him, "is 'Enlightened Lady', and the unofficial title used outside the court is 'Ms. Duchess'. But you can always call her 'Your Highness'."

"Thank you for your advice, I will keep it in mind. What about the other lady? How should I call her?"

"Ms. Fringilla's official title is 'Respectable' - Respectable Lady," the court steward explained to the witcher sincerely, "but you can also call her 'Lady' directly. She is a relative of the Duchess and usually lives in the palace."

Victor behaved calmly and indifferently, "Thank you for your introduction, Mr. Sebastian, I have benefited a lot."

"I am honored to meet you, respected Knight Victor, your etiquette and upbringing are outstanding among the northerners, and even in the south, it is impeccable and impressive!" He walked straight to the door of the palace, saluted with his chest, and said goodbye to several people.

Victor touched his chest and returned the greeting, "Thank you for the compliment on my upbringing. The only thing is that if you pay a little attention, you will find that I am from the east of Zerecania. Of course, this is not an accusation."

...

After a while, in the "Pheasant Garden Restaurant".

"Of course, this is not an accusation!" Angouleme imitated Victor in a pretentious manner, with his tone, accent and posture being very lifelike, especially the high pitch of the word "of course", which fully demonstrated the dramatic affectation unique to court language.

This strong sense of irony, "Hehehahahahaha!" made Milton slap his thigh and laugh heartily all over the balcony, and even the more conservative Palmerin could not hide his smile.

As for Victor, who was teased, he forgave the naughty Angouleme with the mentality of an old father, looked at the palace on the other side of the river that was still brightly lit, and leisurely picked up the "Wanqiangshan Castle" to taste.

After leaving the palace, Milton and Palmerin, the two knights, led the Phantom Troupe to the "Pheasant Garden Restaurant" for dinner. It is said that reservations are usually required here. However, Milton only said, "The Duchess hopes that Mr. Victor can taste the best food in Beauclair," and the restaurant owner happily took the initiative to explain to other customers and vacated the best viewing position on the second-floor balcony, fully proving that the rule of the enlightened lady is popular.

The private room is separated by wooden screens. The late summer breeze is cool, the castle in front of you is like a dream, and the view of the moon in the river is excellent.

As for whether the meal is delicious or not, it is best to boast in a commercial city where there is no worry about hunger. The answer is self-evident.

The main dishes are salt and pepper fish tart, duck confit, herb lamb chops and beef stewed in red wine, served with stewed vegetables. The baguette can choose fish liver pate or Camembert cheese, the soup is onion soup, and the dessert is honey croissant and chocolate soufflé.

The four of them opened three bottles of wine. The "Duke Nicolas Chardonnay White Wine" is said to be very suitable for fish tart and duck confit; and the two red wines "Château de Mont-Vanquian" and "Saint-Matthew Rouge" are perfect matches with beef or lamb chops. The witcher who intends to build a wine estate in Toussaint carefully tasted the taste differences of several fine wines.

Toussaint is really a wonderful country, Beauclair is also a good place, Milton and Palmerin are good friends, and they ate and drank enough without realizing it. The Phantom Troupe was immersed in a state of tipsiness, and the atmosphere of the dinner was perfect and harmonious.

Suddenly, Milton Knight, whose shield had a bull head pattern, said, "Victor, although it's a bit embarrassing to say this, I actually have something to ask of you, and it's urgent."

Swallowing the Saint Matthew powder, the red wine was just the right dryness, and the witcher put down the wine glass, "Oh... Come on, dear Baron Pera Perrin, why are you hesitating? I thought we were already friends."

Touching his bald head, Milton looked a little shy, "Well... That's true, but I'm afraid this must be said in private."

"There is no secret between Angouleme and me," Victor knocked on the table, "But the respectable knight said so, I believe there must be a reasonable reason, so..." He signaled with his eyes.

"Tsk! The secrets of the noble uncles?" After wiping the corners of his mouth, Angouleme stood up and threw the napkin on the table, "Then I'll go back to my room first! Excuse me, uncle with a beard... and uncle with sideburns."

With a chic bow, the girl left gracefully.

After Angouleme walked away, Victor clapped his hands twice to break the silence, "Gentlemen, I am all ears."

The two knights looked at each other and nodded.

Milton's voice was deep and heavy, "Please understand that this is not just my personal commission, but also the common request of countless brave knights in Toussaint... And this matter is not difficult for a brave witcher like you," he stroked his beard while speaking, "You only need to give a little sympathy and understanding."

Victor suddenly had a very subtle premonition.

"It's like this," Baron Pera Perlan lowered his voice and looked around nervously, "About the female night demon... The monster that haunts the night is the one that the Duchess and the ladies asked you to kill. Can you tell me how much you charge for killing that monster?"

The witcher pinched his nose, "Sorry, gentlemen, this is a commercial secret."

"We understand, we completely understand." Knight Palmerlin, whose emblem is a cross and a golden lily, picked up the Wanqiangshan Castle and refilled Victor's glass. "After so many days of getting along, I know very well that you are a decent person, Wick. To be honest, I am worried that you will feel that we are insulting you, but I have to say, please give up this contract, Mr. Witcher.

Please don't hurt that female night demon. I swear on my honor that you will not suffer any losses, and we will never tell the Duchess and the ladies. There are more men than women in Toussaint, and with the five virtues above, our generosity will surprise you!"

"...I almost thought I heard it wrong," the witcher blinked, "Your proposal does sound like an insult. Are you asking me to give up my duties?"

"Mr. Victor, this is not contrary to your duty," Palmerlin. Launfar's face was serious and earnest. "We dare to make this proposal because according to the code of the witcher──we understand that only those monsters that harm humans, the real threat, are your targets.

It is not out of imagination, nor out of ignorance or prejudice. Please allow me to testify to you sincerely: the female night demon has never threatened anyone, nor has it hurt anyone.

Oh, she just visits sleeping men from time to time... to play some small, harmless pranks..."

"And only adults!" Milton Pera Perlan quickly added, his mustache majestic and beautiful.

Things have been obvious so far, "If the ladies of Toussaint knew about this conversation," Victor rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid they would be very unhappy. I suspect the Duchess would even erupt like a volcano!"

"We completely agree." Palmerin. Launfar whispered, "So we hope that everything is private, a secret based on 'sympathy and understanding', and there is no need to annoy those stubborn moral guards.

Perhaps you don't know that enlightened ladies don't like certain industries, so although Beauclair is so prosperous and the market is so bustling, even in the north of Fangerburg or Vergen, there is only one hidden in the port area..."

Victor knew what the knight meant. He knew very well that Beauclair's custom industry was very withered. Angouleme repeatedly emphasized that his dream was to open a large technical college in Toussaint, which would guarantee a steady profit!

Thinking that the locals had to sneak around even when taking a bath, Victor suddenly felt full of "sympathy and understanding".

"Wait, that's not right! Why are you so skilled at persuading people, and you don't even fear that I will be angry? ... Could it be that you have also ... in the past."

"Ah ... As expected of you, the human-minded knight Victor!" Knight Milton nodded with a smile and admitted, "Since Mr. Geralt a few years ago, we have reached an understanding with several waves of witchers. The last two people who had to open accounts in the local bank because of the heavy gold coins just left not long ago. Maybe you also know them: Master Vesemir and Mr. Leo."

Victor was speechless. So you are such witchers, so real! ... Since all the predecessors did this, there is no need for him to be different. Moreover, according to his own moral values, he didn't want to kill the female night demon in his heart...

So he took a big sip from his glass, "... The local bank, do you mean the Qianfan Bank?"

"Of course, the dwarf bank is trustworthy."

Putting down the glass, Victor rested his chin on his hand, "Well, people forget so many things every day, and witchers are no exception. There will always be omissions in the busy schedule. I once accidentally forgot something unimportant because of a more important commission..." He paused for a moment.

The old-fashioned knight Palmerin accurately continued, "Ah, that's right, things have priorities, and it's easy to forget unimportant things."

"... Also open an account for me at the Qianfan Bank," Victor covered his face with his hands, and said slowly and calmly, "and then use your generosity to make me forget some things. But remember, it's not easy to make me lose my memory."

"We will do our best." Pera Perlan laughed, and that heartiness was not "doing our best" at all, but more like full of confidence.

In an instant, a kind of magical tacit understanding linked each other's hearts, and the light of righteousness filled their hearts. It was a kind of sincerity that all men understand. After chatting for a while, they bowed to each other and said goodbye.

…

On the way back to his room, Victor remembered that he had played Geralt in a game and was stopped by someone as soon as he arrived in Beauclair. He was told that there was a sum of money waiting for him to collect in the bank. So that's what happened...

Who knows me and blames me? Only the spring and autumn?

Reaching out and picking up the fallen leaves floating in the air, one leaf can tell the coming of autumn.

Letting the leaves fly, this──is the common karma of history!

…

With a smile on his chest about shouldering the common karma of history, the witcher Victor returned to his room and began alchemy with enthusiasm.

Even if he would have an account in the local bank filled with florins tomorrow, it would not prevent him from turning more "Foltest" into "Black Sun" tonight! Since he did not plan to kill the female night demon, the reward "White Crow Vineyard" hinted by the Duchess was probably out of the question. He had to work harder to run his side business and make money to buy a manor.

The reason why Victor is so relaxed now is because the plot of the Principality of Toussaint belongs to the category he has played before. Basically, there is no war in this area. The crisis occurs after the main plot ends, probably There will be no situation until Ciri returns to finish the Wild Hunt.

And they knew to look for the White Wolf as soon as something happened. Geralt came to the rescue. This wave of operations was as steady as an old dog, and there was no need for him to intervene at all.

Therefore, Victor's current goal in life is to find Professor Molu's mutation laboratory. The rest are side tasks, such as spanking children on rainy days and being idle. They can be done or not.

As for the main plot, he calculated that since Geralt had defeated the unstable factor Jaques, the Kingdom of Temeria would not be inexplicably wiped out by the Nilfgaard Empire.

So his next plan was very simple. He would first obtain the method of secondary mutation, then buy a vineyard and list it for alchemy and leisure. Once you have mastered the skills of an alchemy master, you will go north to wait for Ciri's return, and the plot will naturally advance.

Victor didn't change his mind about the plot. There are two reasons. First, he has never actually fought against the "Wild Hunt" and doesn't know the opponent's strength. But at least he can infer that it is definitely not as bad as in the game. Otherwise, in the world, There are so many mages who can't do anything about Wild Hunt. Secondly, if you mess around without an absolute guarantee of saving the world, it will be very troublesome if the main plot accidentally collapses.

Although he did not want to admit this, Jaques did use his life to prove that "the frost is coming" and put the responsibility of saving the world in his hands.

"──Since you choose to refuse, take responsibility and don't make things worse!"

Whenever he thinks of Siegfried's narration, Victor feels annoyed. He has no interest in being a savior. This kind of moral shackles of giving kindness and expecting repayment is even more annoying. But I have to admit that Jaquez's request is just at the bottom line that he is willing to accept, "Don't make things worse!"

Fortunately, as a prophet, he knows that as long as the plot ends normally, the "White Frost" that destroys the world will be stopped by Ciri no matter what. However, after Ciri defeated Bai Shuang, whether she could return to the world of demon hunting alive depends on whether Geralt played with her and made her daughter happy during those days when she came back!

When Xili is in a good mood and full of motivation, Bai Shuang will be defeated by her and go home happily to face the future. When Ciri is in a bad mood, depressed and irritable, she and Bai Shuang will die together. Geralt, who has lost his beloved daughter, goes to the swamp to commit suicide.

In other words, what I have to do is to be a spare tire. When Geralt, the father, failed in his duty and failed to coax Ciri well, he stepped forward and took on the responsibility of being an older brother, filling her with boundless happiness!

…

after a while.

When Victor made a complete plan for the future, the colorful lights were shining, and another batch of gold florins came out of the cauldron. Angouleme threw the book away and jumped to the cauldron to watch.

"Wow, that's great. This pot can at least buy a toilet in Beauclair!" The girl looked obsessed with money.

Putting down the stirring rod, Victor casually ordered: "If you like it so much, then I will leave this pot of gold coins to you to clean up. The float rate shall not exceed ten percent."

After saying that, he lay down on the bed with his clothes on and prepared to fall asleep.

But Angoulin thought of the problem and started to harass, "Wick, why don't you live in the palace? It saves money and is convenient. I lived there a few years ago, so it won't be a big deal."

The witcher yawned, "The situation is no longer the same. Who knows if the lady sincerely invites her? A few years ago, Dandelion was in charge, but now he doesn't know where to hang out!"

"Don't be so suspicious! I think the Duchess has a blue aura, which means she is an ally to me, and several uncles I met also have blue auras."

"What about the venerable Lady Fringilla?"

"...Colorless, neither good nor bad, but that's because I didn't like her a few years ago and complained to her face that our trip wasn't over yet, but she always wanted to tie her uncle to her waistband!"

Unexpectedly, there would be such an incident between Angouleme and the sorceress. Victor chuckled, "It doesn't matter, this has nothing to do with you, but my personal safety measures. Before I am promoted to master of alchemy, no matter what, I They won’t live in the warlock’s territory, let alone let them discover the incredible alchemy.”

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