Witcher's Atelier

Obviously, Lambert's flamboyant debut last night was not well received by the boss, who was neither Lame nor Nat, so the next day the witcher and the boy simply left Lame Nat's tavern and went to the After the blacksmith shop repaired the armor a little, they left the city and continued their journey to Ben'ad.

Ardkalai and Ben'Ad are both the leading metropolises in Kaedwen, and the roads connecting them are naturally in very good condition. Even Zhongxian runs briskly, looking up and down in the wind like a well-known horse.

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At night... they usually camped on the roadside. After finishing their daily swordsmanship practice, the two of them sat around the campfire. For dinner, they had rabbit meat stewed with wild vegetables, which was a limited edition made by Chef Victor.

"Did I tell you that I admire your new hair style?" Lambert smacked his lips as he drank the last drop of broth from the bowl, still not satisfied.

Victor had finished eating long ago and was pounding the plants he picked along the way to make a simple ointment. Hearing this, he replied angrily: "If you are going to make fun of me, I suggest you think again. M-shaped bald people have no right to laugh at other people's hairstyles."

"Shit, Wick, you can't be as aggressive as a hedgehog. You always think in a bad direction about everything others say. Although the original mushroom hair was good, your new hair style is undoubtedly better.

It’s also a parted head, but your parted hair looks much better than Eskar’s. This hairstyle suits you very well. Really, sincerely! "Lambert said in an angry tone, with a look of great injustice on his face.

Glancing at the other party suspiciously, Victor shook his head: "Okay, I apologize to you. You haven't started making fun of me after all. I was acting in preventive self-defense. As for the 'aggression' point, I'll give it back!" "

After receiving the apology, Lambert said with satisfaction: "Yes, it's a pity that your face is too ordinary and not worthy of such an excellent hairstyle."

The young man's calm face showed that he was as expected. "You'll end up on the gallows one day for that mouth."

The witcher shrugged nonchalantly at this.

"By the way, what is the ointment you are making for?"

"secret."

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"What is this ointment for?" Victor asked curiously as he reached out to take the small box that was handed to him.

"For lubrication, apply it on the inner thighs. The effect is very good." Vesemir said kindly.

This conversation took place in the stables the day before leaving Kaer Morhen.

The experienced old man not only gave the ointment, but also the formula, which was basically herbs that can be found everywhere on the roadside. There were no special restrictions on the oil. Victor, who was riding a long distance for the first time, was very grateful for this.

The young man could imagine that if Lambert found out about his skin, he would smile as brightly as Yao Ming. He is that awkward personality who likes to use rudeness to show care, just like a primary school student bullying a little girl.

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After wiping the steel sword with a soft dry cloth and applying a thin layer of sword oil, the witcher lay down on his back with his pillow on his back, the stars twinkling and the Winter Maiden hanging high in the sky.

"Hey, Wick, tell old Lambert, why do you want to be a mage?"

"What are you doing? After saying weird things, now it's time for men to talk to each other?" Victor had already laid down after finishing the ointment, with his warm cloak tightly covering him.

"I just want to know. It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"Isn't it natural for men to want power? Mages are the strongest."

"…………."

"What about you? Why don't you like mages?"

The witcher was silent for a few seconds.

"...Because mages are evil." He said.

"evil!?"

"Many people say that demon hunters have lost their human emotions due to mutations, but in fact some mages truly have no emotions. For example, do you know about the 'Curse of the Black Sun'?"

"I read in the book the prophecy of the mad mage Etibad. The blood of girls born during the sixty solar eclipses will awaken the witch Lilit, and her arrival will destroy the world."

Victor said it didn't matter, it was hard for him to take these messy prophecies seriously. Except for Islin's prophecy, that is basically the main plot of the game...

"Yes, Victor of Bell Town certainly doesn't believe this, but some people are willing to believe it. In order to prevent the curse of the black sun from coming true, some mages advocate that girls born during a solar eclipse should be killed immediately.

Some mages went around capturing girls born during a solar eclipse, killing them and dissecting them, and some were even subjected to vivisection. Just to study unproven mutations in their bodies. "After speaking, Lambert's voice was slightly murderous.

"You...have seen these things with your own eyes?"

Witcher: "The propaganda in the first half was once very popular in the northern countries, and many people believed it and acted on it. Even now, there are still lingering poisons in the countryside.

Geralt told me about the second half of the anatomy. More than ten years ago, there was a mage in the town of Blavikan who was hunted by his enemies. He hoped that Geralt could help. When trying to persuade him, the mage mentioned that he had visited an autopsy. "

"...Every ethnic group has its black sheep..." The young man sighed softly.

Lambert said coldly: "They are aloof and seem to be always right. But no one needs to be responsible for the tragedies their irresponsible predictions have brought to the world.

You know, witchers... often receive a lot of strange commissions. Some people even think that we are killers. They say that the two swords on the witcher's back, the silver sword is used to kill monsters, and the steel sword is used to kill monsters. Killing people. "

"Uh... Isn't that right!?" The boy still hums the song of Velen Swamp - Steel for Humans.

"Of course not! Some monsters can only be knocked down with a silver sword, while the nemesis of other monsters is a steel sword.

... Anyway... There were several times when I was asked by fools and even knights who believed in the Black Sun Curse to deal with the so-called 'source of the curse'. Some of those poor girls were imprisoned in a high tower, and some were beaten and persecuted to the point of being unrecognizable, just because they were born at the wrong time!" The witcher's voice became lower and lower when he said this.

Victor: "Then, what do you do with these commissions?"

The air was silent for a while.

"I left...

I can't do anything...

That's not my job.

It's not about killing them or saving them."

Victor looked at the sky. To the left of the Winter Girl was the Pegasus constellation. No matter in which world, horses are close companions of humans, so people are willing to leave imaginations for them in the sky.

Victor said softly, "There are always some good mages."

"Yeah... like Yennefer... no... even if she's gone, I won't say anything good about her.

Like Merigold! At least she really helped us take care of Ciri, she was very good to Geralt, and was willing to get along with us, and knew how to use her eyes to look at people when she spoke.

But more mages are like Yennefer, with her nose above her eyes, looking at people with her nostrils every day, with an unknown sense of superiority, as if the whole world is full of fools, only she is the smartest, so everyone has to listen to her.

Only Geralt, the fool, would be fooled by her!"

"Triss is indeed a good woman." Victor responded as if he was very familiar with her.

This made Lambert a little confused. "Do you know Merigold?"

"Triss. Merigold - the fourteenth person on the hill, you mentioned that she was at the scene when Geralt died, and I later asked Vesemir about her." The boy really asked, asking questions knowingly is a good habit.

"Yeah, she's good in most ways, but she's really annoying for being into politics. It's full of tricks, schemes, dirty politics. But mages are like this, always thinking the world won't work without them."

"Okay. I'll never be that kind of arrogant mage, if I can be one."

"If you dare to be like that, old Lambert will kick your ass!"

"Don't worry! Anyway, the chances are slim. As the badge detected, I don't have any magic power at all."

"Try again?" Lambert tore off the witcher badge that looked like a wolf's head and threw it at Victor.

——It was calm and didn't seem to tremble at all.

The boy chuckled twice and threw the badge back to the other party.

"Okay, I really want to sleep."

Lambert touched his nose: "Don't despair, people still have to have dreams. Maybe you are actually too talented that you can't sense it - many stories are written like this."

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