Witcher's Atelier

World Peace Committee [Entry editable]

The "World Peace Committee" is a leading organization that promotes harmonious coexistence. Its predecessor was the "Sorceresses' Assembly" (1267-1272).

In the winter of 1272, at the "Herb Conference" held in Novigrad, the sorceress Xier. Tanshavi proposed it and it was formally established after a vote of all.

Its purpose is to stop meaningless territorial wars, stop irrational hatred and massacres, eradicate all forms of slave trade and racial discrimination, and respect the dignity of humans and non-humans.

Maintain the existing national territory and sovereignty, advocate peaceful coexistence of countries with different social systems, and resolve disputes between countries through consultation.

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Novigrad. "Saint Gregory's Bridge" is a major traffic route connecting the Gildov District and the Temple Island, about a mile long.

It has heavy iron gates at the head and tail, and houses are lined up on both sides. The spacious area can accommodate four carriages in parallel. The name is taken from the legendary hero "Gregory" of the city.

Three hundred years ago, he sacrificed half of his property to import food from Nezer and save the residents of the entire city from famine.

After that, Gregory was worshipped as a saint, and his deeds were deeply rooted in people's hearts and immortalized. Even the judge of the eternal fire could not affect his historical status.

In this way, three hundred years have passed, and tonight on the Bridge of Saint Gregory, a group of newcomers began to write a new history, and perhaps give the bridge a new name.

Hundreds of fully armed witch hunters, surrounded by their king, Radovid V, appeared at the south end of the bridge.

Striding with his head held high, the king's yellow eyes looked like an eagle, sweeping across the candlelit streets, and looking sideways at his prisoner Victor, "Well, where is Philippa? Where is she?"

Handcuffed with anti-magic metal shackles on his wrists, his body stripped to only a thin shirt, and held by two burly men on both sides, the witcher still looked energetic, without any sense of being meat on the chopping board.

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, "Your Majesty, patience is essential when hunting. The wooden house where she hides is closer to the northern exit."

Squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, Radovid began to give orders, "Seal the exit. We don't need other guests or passers-by, and it's best not to have any witnesses."

Then he named several subordinates, "Patrick, Damien, Zuke, Egbert, Frek, and Kasper! You guys take the guard here and close the south gate...

By the way, kill the witcher!

For his good chess skills, act quickly and don't let him suffer too much."

"Wait! Is this how your majesty thanked others for their services?" Victor said loudly, "Besides, you don't know the exact hiding place of Philippa. Where exactly? Without me──"

"──Don't worry, we'll be fine." Radovid interrupted the witcher coldly, "It will certainly be easier with your help.

But... you make me upset, and I'm used to punishing people who upset me with death.

You are a prophet, you know too many things, and this time, your true face that you can't hide is finally seen clearly by me! Under your respectful appearance, there is a deep-rooted arrogance. Although you bow to me, you don't recognize me as your king!

This crime alone is enough to execute you dozens of times. You should thank me for my tolerance.

So, goodbye, Mr. Victor. "

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the witcher, and the King of Redania led a large group of people away.

The dense footsteps of iron boots extended straight north along the stone bridge. Obviously, he planned to close the north gate of the bridge first, and then go back to check the water meter.

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A few minutes later.

After watching Radovid V go away, Patrick walked up to the witcher with a cruel smile in his eyes, "Dirty wild dog! You are a lucky guy! His Majesty has mercy on you and let you escape the stake. Do you have any last words now?"

An old saying: When a man is about to die, his words are good!

Staring at Patrick's thin face full of wrinkles and the gorgeous and sturdy heavy armor, Victor shook his head and laughed.

The next second, when the witch hunter drew out the dagger and prepared for a fatal five-hit combo, the scream behind him attracted all his attention.

That was the sound of a bow and arrow piercing the chest.

Then a round of crossbow arrows completely disrupted the witch hunter's team.

"Save the witcher! Then get rid of Radovid!" The leader who shouted the slogan──a strong man with a beard, led an unknown number of guerrillas, emerging from the surrounding alleys.

Victor recognized it as Vernon at a glance. Roche, an old friend of Temeria, and the guerrillas around him were naturally the Blue Guards.

The attack came too suddenly, and the witch hunters were in a state of chaos and fell into a situation of fighting on their own, so no one noticed the witcher's murmur of "Bag it!"

Then, in the background of the clanging sound of weapons, he calmly put his hands into the herbal bag, put the shackles inside, and then waved his prosthetic hand, and the sword of the Lady of the Lake, Arondette, fell into his palm.

The first witch hunter who stayed on Victor's right and discovered the abnormality died immediately after the silver light flashed, and then the witch hunter on the left was also caught off guard and unfortunately followed the footsteps of the predecessor...

Not long after.

Sensing that the battle situation was not good, Patrick de Viz, who was in the center of the melee, became more and more afraid, and violently knocked away the entangled opponent, turned around and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, no matter how good the plan is, it cannot keep up with the changes. Suddenly, a figure flashed from the side and punched him hard in the lower abdomen through the magnificent armor.

The powerful shockwave penetrated the body and knocked the witch hunter to the ground, unable to move.

"No... Impossible... Why is the armor useless!?" Patrick was confused.

Then, in confusion and fear, he felt his upper body being pulled up, his visor being opened, and a hand with the index finger and pinky bent covering his face.

Through the gaps between his fingers, the witch hunter glimpsed Victor's smile and heard him whisper, "Igni."

Suddenly waking up, Patrick de Viz screamed the last time in his life with all his strength.

"Ah!!!"

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Time goes back ten minutes.

On a balcony with a good view of a building near the St. Gregory Bridge, five people stood, namely Sigismund Dixcher, the eunuch Habin who accompanied him; the sorceress Xier Tanshavier, Philippa Ehart; and the elf who called himself Bosler.

Bosler appeared here because he was sent by Victor to give the artificial eye to Philippa to renew the subscription. At the same time, he left the witch hunter team in advance to avoid the chaotic killing vortex.

"Hey, hey, hey, no way! You specially invited me to watch the battle, do you want to preach those weird remarks, and then let me witness Victor's killing?"

Continuing to observe the bridge with a telescope, Dijkstra's expression was full of interest, "Ms. Xier, don't you hurry to rescue? I believe I don't need to remind you that he can't use his great ability with the Di Mojin handcuffs locked in it."

Faced with the teasing of the bathhouse owner, the sorceress shrugged her shoulders, "Hush, to distinguish the authenticity of weird remarks, just watch it."

Her reaction made Dijkstra slightly startled... Then his pupils suddenly dilated, and the scene of destroying his worldview appeared before his eyes.

The Dimojin shackles on Victor's hands disappeared like magic, and then he put on armor and killed more than a dozen witch hunters like cutting melons and vegetables.

Especially the last unfortunate guy, who was probably seeking revenge, was knocked down by the witcher with a punch, and then the witcher used a magic seal to burn him to a barbecue. His shrill screams at the end of his life were clearly audible even from such a distance.

….

This level of cruelty naturally did not scare the bathhouse owner, but it was enough for him to have a deeper understanding of what kind of existence Victor was.

A supernatural killing machine.

The fighting was still going on in the distance. Philippa chuckled, "Dijkstra, as you can see, this is what happened."

This Sir Victor, who just took office as the Chairman of the World Peace Committee yesterday, although he himself does not know the good news, but that is not the point.

The point is that he will become a witness to our covenant and the sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Although I am not completely satisfied with this decision, all rational creatures must succumb to objective reality.

Not only is he individually strong and has the alchemy to pry the rules, he has also won the recognition of most sorceresses and the Squirrel Party (elf guerrillas) throughout the north who are fanatically loyal to him.

In addition, Victor's political stance is to support Anais La Valedi ruled Temeria, and he was able to obtain the cooperation of Marshal Natalis, Vernon Roche and the Blue Guards.

All these qualities made him the chairman of the World Peace Committee at the meeting last night, and a leader that all forces could accept.

And you, Sigismund Dixscher, are you willing to join us?

On the bright side, if you join the committee, the Squirrel Party in the territory will soon withdraw to the Valley of Flowers, and Redania, which you rule, will also receive many generous benefits.

Compared with the two, the disadvantage of having to cooperate with the purpose of the committee is almost insignificant.

So... what is your answer? ”

“What if I refuse to join?” Dixscher asked back.

Xier replied calmly, "Wick wants you to manage Redania. He is very satisfied with your governance philosophy. If you take over power, the impact on the country can be minimized.

But if you insist on refusing, we can only initiate the corresponding preparation: kill you and let Philippa manage it. This will take more time and kill more people, but in the end, there will be peace.

After all, the newly reorganized World Peace Committee is not only rich in martial virtues, but also has countless interests that can be operated and exchanged.

For example, I learned last night that there is a year-round crop in the committee that has a yield several times that of wheat. It is being planted and tested in the south of Willen. There is also an antidote for the "Catriona Plague", and Keira Metz is also conducting research on mass production."

(д)!!!

Words are sometimes sharper than swords.

After a long silence, Sigismund had to admit that Victor was an acceptable choice as a supervisor.

He has a flexible moral bottom line, strong individual strength, and enough profit sharing.

The former "Sorceresses' Gathering" was a loose group, and it was possible for some to be defeated, but now, the "World Peace Committee" with Victor as the core can really concentrate its strength to do great things and make a voice that shakes the world.

And such a gray organization is starting to snowball from a high position, and refusing to join will only be crushed!

So Dijkstra touched his bald head, "I understand, I am happy to cooperate with you to jointly maintain world peace."

"A wise choice." Philippa smiled and nodded, "You don't have to think too much. Although I haven't been in contact for a long time, from my understanding of Victor, he has no interest in actually managing the country.

As long as you don't trample on his bottom line and don't hurt his friends, it's very easy to get along with him..."

After finalizing the cooperation intention, the following chat was naturally pleasant, but there was still a small episode.

When her eyes swept across the scene outside the window, Philippa suddenly stood up, "Sorry, please allow me to leave for a while, I have a private matter to deal with personally." After saying that, she opened the portal and left without waiting for a response.

The thing that made her so anxious...

Dijkscher picked up the telescope and refocused on the Bridge of Saint Gregory. Not surprisingly, he saw that the witch hunter who protected Radovid was on the edge of a cliff of collapse.

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