Witcher's Atelier

In the premium cabin of the Black Pearl, the three distinguished guests of this voyage were sitting on the floor playing cards, a game similar to poker.

The atmosphere floating in the room was a hint of anxiety about an uncertain future, a tacit understanding of sharing the same fate, and a touch of schadenfreude.

Especially Arian, the smile on his face has never disappeared since the deck negotiation, and the sun is shining brightly.

Playing a trick card in his hand, "Is it that funny?" Victor looked sideways at the noble young master.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" He replied with a charming smile, his handsomeness that coexisted with cunning and honesty was really dazzling.

Without waiting for Victor to answer, he continued: "My friend, please forgive me, every time I think of your gentle words of comfort these days, how sincere you have been in the past, I feel so funny now.

Fortunately, the buyer is a big shot, and King Bran of Skellige personally offered a reward. You must be a distinguished guest, not a slave. I wonder if the Tulsiqu family has a daughter.

The 'Daughters of the Shield' are world-famous for their bravery. Maybe they will marry one of them to you and wait until you become a prince. But don't forget the friends you met in your youth. "

The more Arian talks, the more outrageous he becomes. Who says that honest people can't poke people's hearts? The degree of neediness shown by this guy at this moment is not inferior to that of Yaiwen, but of course it is still not comparable to Lambert or Dandelion.

Now the situation is very simple. Sucruz transported the dragonborn poet all the way from Novigrad to Skellige, preparing to sell it to King Bran, the ruler of the islands, so their location is Yuriala on the small island of Skellige. Port, this place is famous for its sophisticated shipbuilding technology.

And because the captain had no intention of harming the Phantom Troupe from the beginning to the end, there was no response to Angouleme's hostile detection. The matter was not complicated when spread out.

In the face of Arrian's teasing, Victor remained calm and rational. As early as when he learned that Dandelion had come to Skellige, Victor had a premonition that he would be summoned by the dignitaries of the archipelago. "The Return of the Dragonborn" was too suitable for them. Dijkstra mentioned it too.

I just didn't expect to be sold as soon as I arrived, which made me a little depressed. However, I had the experience of being "warmly invited" in Nuo City. Everyone knows that this situation is not dangerous. This is why Arian can joke about it as a funny thing. .

There was a knock on the cabin door, and it was Su Cruz's voice: "Mr. Victor, the envoy sent by King Bran to greet him has arrived. Please come out!"

Putting down the leaf card in his hand, the bard pinched the bridge of his nose and put on his sunglasses. Even if he was sold, he had to sell it for a good price. The mysterious and unrestrained first impression was definitely much better than the ordinary one.

"Come on! Arian, let's see who King Bran sends as a special envoy and help estimate the price I can sell it for!"

The noble prince discarded the leaf card and stood up, "My friend, I say goodbye today. I don't know when I'll see you next time. In any case, I'm waiting for you at the Chateau La Valette. When you regain your freedom, be sure to take the time to come. Day and night, I look forward to it.”

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After walking out of the room surrounded by sound-absorbing paint and stepping onto the aisle, the three of them glanced at each other in unison. It was not strange to use "Return of the Dragonborn" as the music to welcome the poet, but the way the "Prelude" was composed was completely different from the usual.

The special thing is that they actually use human voices to shout instead of musical instruments, and it is not just the shouts of one or two people, it must be the cooperation of dozens of people or more to shout such a desolate and rough roar full of layers.

Winking at Victor, Aryan's message was clear, "It seems you are not just popular, but very, very popular."

Victor was speechless. As he stepped forward, the prelude gradually came to an end, until the moment they boarded the deck.

"Duwaqin, Duwaqin

He swore by his glory never to let evil come again

Hearing his roar of victory can make even the most ferocious enemies flee.

Dragonborn! We pray for your blessings”

The powerful and desolate singing voice is magnificent.

The three of them took a deep breath at the same time, because the scene in front of them was not just dozens of people, but hundreds of people singing at the same time, all of whom were carefully selected Tulsi musicians.

Their choral skills were just like that in Victor's opinion, but this kind of singing form was unique in this era. Victor remembered this plan, and he only told it to a certain unscrupulous bard.

The momentum that Kaiyun split that day could not restrain Victor. It was very easy to overwhelm Angouleme and Arian. Even Sue Cruz couldn't help but turn around and bow to the young man carefully.

Amidst the surging praises of poetry, Victor strutted across the plank, stepped onto the land of Riara Port, and walked towards King Bran's envoy who was at the front of the welcoming team.

He was wearing the traditional clothing of the Tulsiqu family, with a bear-hair vest covering his burly bear-like body. With brown hair and blue eyes, the first impression he gave people was that he was slow, dull, calm and gentle.

The boy was wearing a strong leather armor with a style close to that of the Quit family. Yuna originally thought they would arrive at Keldro first, so she had a specially made style with blond hair and sunglasses that were slim and fit. At first glance, the figure did not look majestic.

Entering social distance, the special envoy took the lead in nodding his head and said, "Svanrej Ann Tulsi, on behalf of my father, Skellige the Little, Spikerug, Indalsfell, Udvik and Farro The King of the Six Islands, Bran An Tursi, welcomes Victor Corleone, the Dragonborn, to Skellige."

Regarding the social language of the envoy, the young man noticed the lack of poets behind the dragonborn, but he only thought it was because the other party could not speak the common language.

The palm of his left hand was facing up, and his right hand was touching his chest, "Victor from Bell Town, east of Serikania, and Angouleme in Sintra, we are honored to accept the invitation of King Bran." Victor is neither humble nor overbearing. Introduce yourself and bring out your partners.

Svenridge had no expression on his face and nodded indifferently, "Welcome both of you."

In fact, at this time, if Victor introduces Arian at the same time, he can also be taken away, but the noble master is not willing, because this violates the agreement he and Su Crus originally negotiated, and is an act of breach of trust.

I saw the special envoy beckoning and dragging over a majestic and violently struggling horse. He reluctantly tied it to a wooden stake next to the dock, and the guards quickly backed away to keep a safe distance.

Then Svanregi said meekly, "Please mount your horse. This is a mount specially prepared for you. It's called the Black King. Be careful, this guy is very tough and has killed several warriors."

Victor's face turned bad. No matter how stupid a person is, he can now realize that something is definitely wrong. No matter how strong-minded the Skellige people are, they can't treat a poet like this. The attitude of the king's eldest son is polite. The alienation made the horse seem more like a test.

Not only Svenridge was watching, but the guards he brought were watching, the choir of a hundred people were watching, and even the people around him were watching the development of the situation with different expressions.

Their expectant eyes, the way they expected the young man to tame the fierce horse, didn't look like they were looking at the "Poet", but rather like they were looking at the "Dragonborn".

When this thought passed through his mind, Victor suddenly became as hard as iron. That bastard had gone too far this time.

If it were anyone else facing this situation, they would definitely be helpless and would have no choice but to jump on the horse and start rocking the horse with high-frequency up and down vibrations.

Fortunately, this kind of thing was not a problem for Victor from Bell Town. As he walked towards the Black King, he casually put his hand into the herbal bag, took out a sugar ball from it, crushed it in his hand, and the sweet smell burst out.

He came to the horse and spread his hands. The young man was not sure that he could tame the fierce horse, but he was sure that it would not be hostile. He looked at it, and it looked at him. It looked at the hands that exuded the scent of temptation. There was no confrontation between the two sides. After a few seconds, it lowered its neck and started licking Victor's hand.

Thanks to my grandmother's love, I gave her grandson a "pony ball" as an eighth birthday gift. According to her, this candy ball will emit a sweet smell that no horse can resist. After eating, it will warm up in a short time. Taming stickers ensure that your grandson can go riding and play at the age of eight.

Victor was sure that she didn't even understand the mechanism behind horses not liking carrots but liking sweet things, but that didn't stop her from using carrots and incredible alchemy to complete the setting.

As for the effect of this candy ball... When the Black King finished licking it, he meekly rubbed Victor's hand with his cheek. In the eyes of the Skellige, this was simply unbelievable. The boy just walked towards the fierce horse, spread his hands, and then the horse that had left many people helpless surrendered.

Smoothly following its mane, the dragonborn poet turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, sitting firmly. Witnessing this miracle, everyone present unanimously burst into applause and cheers.

Arian was shocked by Victor's performance. A child from a noble family like him cannot understand horses, and that guy is very difficult to mess with at first sight!

But after just such a short contact, it let the young man ride on its crotch docilely, as if they had been together for many years.

Svenridge smiled, and now he looked much more sincere. He jumped on his mount and lightly lifted the reins. "Amazing performance, please come with me. King Bran is waiting for you."

The horseshoes were beating, and the passers-by were returning. The special envoy led the way, and Victor and his party set off towards the palace.

After the bustle, the port of Yuriara returned to calm, and the story of the stranger taming the fierce horse with his eyes began to spread.

…

After parking the Black King in the stable and letting the servants take good care of it, the king's eldest son and the three members of the Phantom Troupe walked towards the banquet hall. From a distance, a noble lady could be seen impatiently walking out of the hall.

When they met on a narrow road, she was wearing a light blue queen's dress, with a arrogant, confident and strong attitude. That kind of arrogance was not only towards Victor, but also towards Svenridge.

King Bran's eldest son bowed to her, "Mother, Victor Corleone, the legendary Dragonborn."

Then he faced the boy and said, "Bilna, Queen of the Islands, my mother."

The lady smiled at the young man and said, "I believe you must be very satisfied with the Black King. It's not in vain that I specially provide this horse."

Then she turned to her son: "Don't get drunk, go to bed early." Her tone was a command.

The three of them moved out of the way, nodded in greeting, and watched the queen leave.

…

Walking into the bustling hall, the Turxiqu family was having a dinner, with large barbecues and large bowls of spirits.

A young man from the family saw the eldest son of the king, who was the leader of the three newcomers, and shouted loudly: "Sfan, does your mother allow you to come in and drink?"

His words caused the whole room to burst into laughter.

Svenregi glanced at the other party silently, walked directly to the main seat, and faced the big white-haired man, his father, Bran. install. Tulsi bowed, and Victor and Angouleme followed suit.

Everyone in the hall instantly noticed something strange. The two strangers following the king's son, although they were dressed similarly to the Quite family, had completely different temperaments. They were clearly foreigners.

Could the stranger who was brought to this occasion and entered this venue be the focus of the recent heated discussion, the hero praised in the Dragonborn poems - Duvalken? - Could he really exist! ?

There were many people who held such doubts, making the noisy banquet hall suddenly quieter, and everyone was paying attention to the development of the main seat.

Victor, who was polite, did not care about the friendly or unfriendly, curious or questioning eyes of others. From the moment he stepped into the hall, he only focused on one person.

The man sat not far from King Bran, and his appearance was more handsome than the elves. He was talking happily with a young woman from Skellige. The young man sincerely hoped that the young woman's husband was not at this banquet, otherwise it might not be his turn to punish the bard himself, and the bard would be chopped to death by the furious husband first.

"Your Majesty Bran, King of the Isles, Victor of Bell Town greets you." His etiquette was impeccable.

King Bran, nicknamed "The Conqueror", has white hair, white beard, blue eyes, and a strong and sturdy physique, which fully proves that like fathers are like sons.

He walked down from his seat, picked up the large cup of mead on the table, and stuffed it into Victor's hand, saying in a generous and heroic voice: "Dovakin, Dragonborn, legendary warrior──Victor Corleone, you don't seem to be as mighty as described in the poems?"

Raising a glass to salute the king, Victor raised his head and drank the mead in one gulp, "Your Majesty, I have the same question as you, so before answering this question, I ask the poet Dandelion to have a 'private' conversation with me first."

King Bran held his waist with both hands heroically: "Ha! With your drinking capacity, Dandelion is there, Svanrej will take you to a quiet room."

...

When the door was closed, Dandelion, the greatest bard in the North, was grabbed by the collar and lifted high, with his feet off the ground and difficulty breathing.

"Are you going to kill me, you bastard?" Victor gritted his teeth.

"Uh... heh... oh"

The bard looked very painful, but Angouleme had no intention of dissuading him. He deserved to suffer for borrowing his amber without asking.

"You helped me spread my fame everywhere. It's fine if I'm a good poet, but you helped me get promoted to Dragonborn. Do you think I'm not dying fast enough? You know the lyrics, but don't you know that not everyone can be Duwak'in?"

The girl couldn't help but laugh secretly. The boy loved to play the roles of walking in the dark all day, such as Batman or Van Helsing in strange costumes. When he really had to play a hero, he got angry.

"Woo... ah... um"

"Speak! Why don't you answer me? Why do you want to hurt me? Speak!" The boy shook his hands violently.

"Heh... Heh... Heh"

I had to speak up to stop him. Leaning against the decorated armor, Angouleme crossed his arms, "I think he can't answer your questions now, and he's on the verge of dying. Wick, are you sure you want him to be your first time?"

After confirming that the group members were allowed to follow, the leader naturally informed that he was looking for someone worthy of sword testing, and this precious spot should not be abused.

"Bang!" The bard landed smoothly.

After losing his temper, Victor sighed helplessly, helped Dandelion sit back in his chair, patted his pants and straightened his clothes, "Okay, you bastard, tell me now, what's going on!"

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