Witcher's Atelier

The arena was quiet.

This quietness comes from the fact that people don’t know how to react when faced with a situation they don’t understand.

The situation became too fast and too sudden. It only took a few minutes for the giant bear to go from fierce and powerful to dying.

However, this silence was soon broken. From the first person to the last person, they all realized the same fact - Olaf was a thing of the past, and a new arena champion was born.

──Duwa Kein. Victor. Corleone.

Then, they couldn't help but burst out into cheers, applause, and the unique stamping sound of the angry fist. The audience shouted in unison, "Duwaqin! Duwaqin! Duwaqin!"

With his hands raised high, the boy, as the victor, was bathed in cheers and glory.

The four second-generation Quans in the side hall stood by the railing, looking at the victors on the field, feeling the sound of the angry fists stamping on the ground. It was the highest praise for the champion, and it was only for humans. Therefore, after the former champion ascended to heaven, There has been no such ceremony for a long time.

"Haha! What an incredible guy. I really want to have a fight with him if I have the chance." Swani murmured to herself.

Caris frowned, "Don't be kidding, Olaf didn't seem to be injured at all, but he looked like he was dying at the end. His body might have been completely beaten to pieces. It should be a unique fighting technique."

"That's why the challenge is worthwhile!" Swani's eyes were burning with eagerness to try.

Svenrej stood beside him without saying a word.

Halma said calmly: "Our King Bran is coming out."

Sure enough, the arena door opened next, and Bran, the king of Skellige. install. Tursiqu walked into the arena, followed by his bodyguards.

Outside the gate, two people stood talking.

Archdruylmia: "...Don't worry, Krachi, Nannick is right, that kid is smart and steady, and I felt the same way when I communicated with him that day. He knows what he is doing, and he won't be wrong. words.”

"Skellige needs heroes, not 'legendary heroes'." The head of the Quit family crossed his arms.

The cheers of the crowd quickly subsided, and the king himself came out to praise. Although it was rare, it was not unprecedented, but it was rare in recent years, because the previous champion obviously did not care about the king's praise.

This is the second time Victor has met King Bran. He came to this country in person, lived in this city, and after gathering a lot of information, when he saw this seemingly majestic and generous king, his impression was completely different.

King Bran is undoubtedly special. Among the countless Skellige kings in the past, he was the first king to learn the art of "compromise". He used pure wine, affectionate words, and appropriate words at the banquet. In exchange of interests, he surrendered to one rebellious patriarch after another.

The queen, the mother of his eldest son, was his best partner, and it was said that Bilna kept all suspicious rumors or behavior in mind at the banquet, and then told her husband when she went to bed at night.

But on this occasion, facing such a person, the young man touched his chest and bowed, his etiquette was impeccable.

"The heroic King Skellige, Victor Corleone greets you." His voice was steady and thick, reaching every corner of the arena.

Walking up to Victor, King Bran put his hands on his waist and said, "Tell me young man, where are you from and where are you going? What are you looking for in this land?"

His voice was sonorous and powerful.

The boy who lowered his head clearly heard the hint in the words.

He raised his head and said loudly: "I come from the town of Bell east of Serikania, across the Koraz Desert, and come to Skellige.

I hope to gain your friendship and help while staying on this land.

I will stay in this country full of warriors for a few months, eradicate monsters and hone my skills, and then return to my hometown. "

Ermia: "Yes, what you said is very smart."

Quite said in a rough voice, "It's okay. At least it's announced from the side that he's not interested in power. But from another perspective, he will leave soon and people will lose the desire to recruit him. Originally, he might even become Tursi Qu." son-in-law."

"Or Quite's son-in-law." The Druid said calmly.

Satisfied with his answer, the king puffed out his chest and announced: "Warrior Victor, you will get what you want here. I, Bran Ann Tulsi, welcome you on behalf of Skellige."

Then he paused for a few seconds: "Welcome, Duwaqin!"

Hearing the title acknowledged by the king himself, the whole audience fell into madness again, and the sound of stamping on the ground resounded through the sky. The name of Dragonborn was finally confirmed.

…

In the afternoon, the underground morgue of the arena.

Just after cutting open the bulging abdomen, blood was like a fountain, covering the three people and the wall in a mess.

The chief coroner and the two assistants were unmoved by the plasma, but after the incision, they both had shocked faces and were horrified by the scene in front of them.

"This...how on earth was this done? This is impossible!"

"It's incredible...the epidermis is intact!"

"But almost all the internal organs inside were damaged."

"Suffering such severe internal injuries while running, the bleeding must have been a flash flood. No wonder Olaf collapsed so quickly."

The three of them looked at each other. In their long careers, they had seen worse scenes. For example, the former champion who was beaten to death by Olaf had such a messy internal organs. The problem was that at least he had ribs at that time. Total trauma.

But Olaf's bones, flesh and skin were intact, only his internal organs were severely damaged. They looked at each other in disbelief.

For the giant bear, to cause such an injury that could not be relieved, it could only use super-heavy weapons, but the fact that his bones, flesh and skin were intact negated this option, and they were all at the scene, so the damage must have been caused by fists.

A more thoughtful assistant suddenly proposed: "Let's open its head and take a look?"

As they were all people who had watched the fight earlier, the other two immediately understood.

They worked together to pry open the skull, and as expected, it was a mess.

The chief coroner looked at his two colleagues, and after a moment of silence, he said: "This technique should be a unique boxing technique in the East. The force penetrates the muscles and fat and hits deep. It is not sure whether defense will be effective.

What is certain is that after being hit by nearly a hundred punches, Olaf's internal organs were almost all ruptured, so the technique is tentatively named "Hundred Ripping Fists"? "

The assistant on the left nodded, "I agree."

"I agree." The assistant on the right said.

"Then I will report this result to the king and keep the record."

...

On the night when the champion changed hands, the Tursiqu Banquet Hall on Little Skellig Island was once again filled with wine.

A welcome banquet was held to welcome the family's new friend, Victor, the Dragonborn who came from the east of Zerecania, and his friends and followers were also invited.

Of course, it can be said that they just wanted to find an excuse to hold a banquet, but in any case, as an excuse for the banquet, the boy had to sit inside and enjoy the island-style hospitality.

Drinking a lot of wine and eating a lot of meat, it feels quite good.

Similar to the popular buffet banquets on the mainland, the entertainment provides bard singing, clown performances, and local-style fights.

Halma took a big gulp of wine, "...Haah, don't worry, it's okay, there are rarely no blood at the banquet, they will fight when they are drunk, which is considered a common entertainment."

"Does it look like a fierce fight?" Victor accompanied him with a small sip.

"Be careful when you fight. Don't kill people. Killing someone means a life for a life. How about we go over and take a look?"

Looking around, he confirmed that Dandelion was building a new position, Viggi was bragging with a few people, and Angouleme was having fun with Caris.

The slightly tipsy boy and the eldest son of the Quet family walked to the edge of the field to watch the fight.

Unexpectedly, Svanrej was standing opposite and watching the competition. The boy nodded to him.

Duwak's watching caused a small commotion, but when they found that he had no intention of leaving, the atmosphere quickly returned to its lively state.

No one challenged him, because the giant bear's body was still warm, and today he beat Olaf to death in front of everyone.

Besides, he had announced earlier that he would return the championship title to "Fist of Fury", so a new championship would start next month.

The championship is back in the hands of humans again, and there are many people who want to fight for it. Only those who are desperate will challenge the boy at the banquet.

...Really.

"Victor, can I call you that?" The person who spoke was Swani. This heroine had just finished a large pot of honey wine, and now her eyes were shining.

"Can I challenge you? I really want to try your "Hundred Split Fist"!"

Blinking his eyes, the newly appointed Duwakin was a little confused. What did she say? What do you want to try of mine?

His head, which was slightly corroded by alcohol, turned around and finally understood that they named their method of killing the giant bear "Hundred Split Fist". Although it was a little subtle, it was appropriate.

Recalling the experience when I first made that thing, I tried to punch myself in the stomach and there was no reaction. I suddenly rolled on the ground in pain after punching a few more times. The feeling of sharing this happiness with the lady in front of me surged in my heart for a second... and then was quickly suppressed.

It was too dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be dead.

Noticing that everyone around was waiting for his answer, Halma, Svanregi and other people who knew the power of the Hundred Split Fist had a solemn expression on their faces, and the atmosphere was actually a bit stormy.

After thinking for a while, Victor smiled and picked up two large pots of mead from the table next to him, saying, "Yes, if you can drink better than me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand suddenly reached out and took a pot of mead, "That won't do. The Sinda family has already had a round. If you want to be fair, why don't you drink a pot with me first."

The person who spoke was the little sparrowhawk of the Quet family. I don't know when Caris also came to the side, staring at Victor with high morale. The last handshake failure obviously didn't hit her.

The boy touched his nose, and the alchemist was fearless, "Okay! I accept your challenge!"

So the host and the guests had a great time that night.

...

Before becoming a master of aphrodisiacs, I was first a master of hangover medicine.

──Anonymous

On the afternoon of the second day of the banquet, Victor and Angouleme hurried to the port of Rialla to see off the old friend of the brigade, the bard Dandelion.

He once again successfully built a new artillery position and gave himself a limited-time choice of running or dying.

Fortunately, Victor had already proved his identity as a dragonborn, so Dandelion was free to move around. With the help of the young man's crown, he soon hired a very reliable captain who was willing to take the poet back to Novigrad.

The captain's name was "Sucruz", yes, the bastard who was keen on spreading poetry culture and also engaged in sea tourism.

The old friends who had "reunited after a long absence" talked about the past and learned that the nobleman Aryan, who had traveled with them, had left, and the "reward" was very generous, enough for the captain to live a good life for a while.

After handing the address of "Fegus Blacksmith Shop" and the letter to Yuna to Dandelion and asking him to pass the message, the Phantom Troupe said goodbye to the bard again.

Watching the sail carrying him away, Victor sincerely hoped that Dandelion would not cause any more problems. After all, if Duwakin could handle it, he would probably not cause any more trouble for himself in the future.

…

And the next afternoon, at the same Yuriala Port, at the same dock, Victor and Angouleme, along with the rogue Viji, came here to see off the new friends of the Troupe, the Quet brothers and sisters and Swani.

Originally, they planned to stay for a few more days, but first of all, news came from "Indarsfair Island" that there were some things that Swani needed to go back to deal with, so although she was still a little unwilling, she had to temporarily give up the plan to challenge the Dragonborn.

On the other hand, the head of the Quet family spent a few days with his uncle King Bran, and after discussing things, he was going back to "Big Skellige Island", so the Quet brothers and sisters accompanied their father back to "Keldra".

Standing at the port and watching the two sailboats go away, Angouleme kept waving to the two new sisters, but Victor was thinking about the conversation with Cruci An Cruci before leaving, when he specially called his children to listen.

Cruci, the lord of the Quet family and the master of Keldra, has ginger-red hair and is known as the "Wild Boar of the Sea".

As the most powerful lord of Skellige, he has all the qualities of a hero, and also brings fear to the enemy. After the First Northern War, Cruci refused to sign the armistice agreement because of the demise of Cintra, and he swore a poisonous oath to make Nilfgaard pay with blood.

So even though the North and the South have ceased fire, Skellige continues to harass Nilfgaard, burning, killing and looting in the water fortresses in their provinces.

But even such a strong-armed man spoke to Victor in a pleasant, kind and gentle manner.

"If there is nothing else, you should leave Little Skellig Island as soon as possible. Meaningless flattery is meaningless after all. This is the advice given to you by your elders, and it may also involve unnecessary trouble.

Think about what your goal is in coming to the archipelago? Don't rush to tell me, remember that as long as you come to me, the Quet family is willing to help you. This is what I owe to Ciri."

Hearing Quet say this and mentioning Ciri again, the two siblings suddenly became serious, "...Father!?"

Cratch waved his hand to stop them from asking questions, and continued: "Victor Corleone is Ciri's recognized brother. I hope...you will also regard him as a brother, not a dragonborn."

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