Witcher's Atelier

The day after the "Perfume Trail" field trip, on a sunny afternoon, in the "Seven Cats Inn" a few miles east of the "Far Corner" of Novigrad City.

"Bang!" The man with blood spurting from his nose and stumbling backwards, his arms and hands held by the thugs, his once fierce face is now full of fear, "Sorry... I didn't know he was your friend."

Ignoring his excuses, "Bang!" Another punch came into close contact with his lower abdomen, making him kneel on the ground and vomit.

Bosler "Crack!" stretched his neck. For him, this level of "education" is just the beginning, and the unforgettable part is still to come.

But noticing that Victor waved his hand to indicate that the matter was over, he asked the thugs to help the "lucky guy" who was like mud on the ground up, and began to give the final admonition, or intimidation.

The Seven Cats Inn, this dark and shabby hotel, is often visited by notorious guests. If it weren't for the news that the dwarf blacksmith "Fegus" was detained, Victor would not want to come here.

The boy stared at the dwarf blacksmith with a calm expression until he lowered his head in guilt.

In fact, Victor was not very angry. He was a little greedy and shallow-minded, but he was willing to help others. Otherwise, he would not have been able to stay with Yuna for so long.

The culprit was the short-bearded dwarf next to him, the guy who was crying on the roadside with a black turban when he entered the city the day before yesterday. His face was now a mixture of joy, embarrassment and fear.

Joy - the difficulties were undoubtedly solved, fear - the solution involved the black gang, and as for embarrassment, it was an organic combination of joy and fear.

The summary of the whole thing was that the short-bearded dwarf gambled here two days ago and lost the important documents of the host's family. He was seen by the Phantom Troupe when he was sitting on the roadside sobbing helplessly.

And Fergus, based on the feelings of compatriots, kept thinking about it two days later. He came to help but was fooled into negotiating with the other party, so he was detained here. He had to go with Bosler to "pay the ransom."

Turning his head away, Victor was too lazy to talk to the short-bearded dwarf. On one side, he wanted to deny his debt after losing the bet, and on the other side, he was a habitual gambler. Although he won the comparison of the degree of badness between the two sides, his lead was limited.

It can only be said that he was lucky this time for harming his compatriots. He dragged Fergus, Victor's employee, into the water, thus summoning strong and powerful support.

Patting Fergus's shoulder to comfort him, the boy left immediately, and the work of scolding or educating the dwarf was handed over to Angouleme and Yuna. The boss's existence is to solve problems and be a good person.

And he didn't have much time to waste. He had to go back to the city to change clothes. The highlight of today was to perform poetry for "Hawthorne" and his friends.

...

The subsequent developments showed that it didn't matter what clothes you wore.

As we all know, most people don't wear clothes when taking a bath, so it's meaningless to worry about what clothes to wear in the "bathhouse".

Sigi. The "Relax Bathhouse" run by Lu Wen is the most luxurious bathhouse in Novigrad. It retains the luxury and exquisite taste of the elves to the greatest extent. It is an open space that can accommodate hundreds of people for mixed bathing and various social activities.

Today, the "Relax Bathhouse" is closed for one day, and one day is one day.

In the locker room, Victor put the steel sword into the nanmu cabinet and took off his shirt, "Seven cats, please, Bosler."

"You're welcome, that's my duty, you are Mr. Alphonse's guest now." The white-haired elf next to him took off his trousers.

Bosler, who was exposed, had strong muscles and scars, and it can be seen that he had experienced many life-and-death battles.

Although Victor also had clear muscle blocks, except for the four scars on his face, he looked clean from the front.

"You finally look like a bard now. It's hard to imagine how you look in clothes. When I first met you, I almost thought you were a battlefield mercenary." When the elf spoke, he looked in the bronze mirror and pulled out his hairband to let the ponytail loose.

Victor smiled and said nothing.

Instead, it was the male servant "Harbin" standing in the corner of the dressing room who interrupted: "Mr. Victor is not only a dragon poet, but also a strong mercenary, a witcher apprentice, and a famous 'water ghost killer' in Vizima."

The neatly dressed "Harbin" is a servant of Sigi Luwen. He has a bald head and no beard, a double chin, a fat and honest face, and a sharp voice. He doesn't look like a man at all.

Looking at Harbin who looks like a "eunuch", Victor raised his eyebrows and thought that he was worthy of being a subordinate of the spy leader. He has checked his resume clearly.

Sigi Luwen, the former head of the royal spy of Redania and the former national policy adviser, used to work with Philippa Ehart to undermine Radovid V and govern Redania.

Until he fell out due to power disputes and was assassinated by the sorceress, he fled to Novigrad and hid under a different name.

The memory of the previous life did not forget the wonderful role of the bathhouse owner, so the boy who had forgotten his real name could easily confirm after a brief look at the relevant information that Sigi Luwen's real name should be "Sigismond Dijkstra".

Taking the bath towel handed by Harbin and wrapping it around his waist to cover little Victor, the boy and Bosler followed Harbin into the big bathhouse.

…

The central main bathhouse is about the size of a basketball court in the vast space with carved beams and painted buildings. There are eight medium-sized bathhouses surrounded by wooden screens. Each medium-sized bathhouse can accommodate about six people playing in the water.

It is closed outside, but in fact it is reserved. The environment is half male and half female, and the room is full of spring.

Again, as we all know, very few people wear clothes in bathhouses. Some men will wear bath towels, but more men don't mind showing off, while most women are completely naked.

Led by the neatly dressed Ha Bin, Victor naturally felt countless eyes focused on him, just like Nietzsche said, "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you."

In the same way, when the elders stare at you, you also stare at the elders. There are many kinds of elders here, some tall and some low, some fat and some thin.

Being paid attention to by so many elders, and adhering to the awe-inspiring righteousness in his heart, the young man stood up and paid tribute without changing his expression.

…

Finally entering the VIP private room deep in the bathhouse, the dragonborn poet first saw two men with different characteristics standing at the door. They were both strong and wearing only a bath towel.

Stopping, the five people faced off in the steam rising from the bath, and the scene was briefly quiet.

Then the eunuch Habin smiled eccentrically and pointed at the dwarf first, "The butcher's subordinate, the ferocious rabid dog Umutai, likes to hear the sound of saws cutting into human bodies."

Then he pointed to the brown-skinned man with blue stripes of tattoos from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his ears. His body was also densely covered with exotic charms and he said, "The guard of the 'Beggars King', the heroic warrior of Serikania, Babu Taba. Virtue.

Those who are enemies of him must keep an eye on his saber at all times, otherwise the ground will be littered with entrails without warning.

Of course, don't be afraid, we are all defenseless right now. "

In the background is the laughter and water play in the bathhouse, and Victor's polite smile is calm and comfortable.

Finally, Habin waved his hand and introduced the boy, "Victor from Bell Town, east of Serikania, a dragonborn poet, our guest performer today."

The dwarf "Ebony Tai" crossed his arms and glanced up and down, "You have the body of a sub-warrior, but it was wasted as a bard."

After saying that, he stepped out of the door without saying another word.

However, Saber Warrior Babu had sharp eyes and said in a sinister tone: "It's so strange, I've never heard of Bell Town."

Before Victor could explain, Bosler had already spoken: "Babu Tabade, are you questioning Mr. Alphonse?"

The white-haired elf's voice was filled with murderous intent. If there were weapons in his hands, the two of them would have drawn their swords against each other.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, "No, I just said that I personally haven't heard of it." The saber warrior leaned back.

The atmosphere relaxed, and Habin shrugged, "Since everyone has no problem, then please!"

As he spoke, the eunuch pushed open the exquisite and heavy thick wooden door of the VIP compartment.

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