Witcher's Atelier

Zoro is an eighteen-year-old sailor with blond hair, a well-proportioned figure, a thick beard, fresh breath, and high energy.

Born in the Tulsiqu family, he is not yet married, is healthy and energetic, and has a skilled lover named "Justide" in the port of Yuriara.

This time, he and several friends were hired by the Dragonborn to drive a tourist boat for him, and the reward was enough for him to spend the winter richly.

But this simple and ordinary coastal voyage became the greatest misfortune in his short and happy life.

The visit of disaster is often not lonely, just like tonight, first the light of Edberg Lighthouse suddenly went out, and the loss of guidance caused their ship to hit the coastal rocks.

Then a large number of pirates came out of nowhere and seized the opportunity to rush up and plunder. They were cruel and left no one alive. All the sailors on the ship were hacked to death on the spot.

And when Sauron finally struggled ashore, a sudden thick fog surrounded the entire Edberg Island...

…

At the same time, there was a beach somewhere on Edberg Island.

"Fake...that bastard on the lighthouse must be in the same group as the pirates." Amidst the hateful curses, Victor held Angouleme in his right hand and landed in embarrassment.

Walking beside the young man, the scoundrel's face was full of gloomy anger, his blue eyes flashing. He was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, the son of a bitch who was guarding the lighthouse!

As a Skellige man, when the ship just hit the rocks and saw the pirates rushing towards him, Weegee immediately understood the cause and effect. The problem was that he had just promised his husband that the trip would be very safe, and this kind of thing caused him to lose face.

Finding a piece of flat ground, the boy knelt down on one knee, placed the belly of the drunk girl on his curved thighs, with her head facing down, and patted her back gently, letting her spit out the water in her belly.

He doesn't blame this guy for drowning again... The ocean and the river are two different things, and it's winter now. Fortunately, the rogue can take care of himself, but he doesn't want the man lying on his lap at all.

And at this moment, suddenly, thick white fog rose.

It's weird and sticky, and you can feel a slight tingling sensation on your skin. This is not an ordinary mist, it's the smell of magic.

The vibrations of the wolf sect badge are comparable to the third level of a massager.

They were drifting in a trance, and suddenly, shadows glowing with cyan light loomed, hundreds of them... Holding oil lamps in their left hands and sharp blades in their right hands, they disappeared and disappeared in the thick fog, killing the raging pirates one by one. .

Damn it...it's a demon...!

This number is definitely not a normal phenomenon in the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts. Victor glanced at Weggie, who was also dumbfounded.

The young man pulled out the wolf sect badge, slightly detected the intensity of the magic power, and then carried Angouleme on his back, "Follow me!"

Leading the rogues, the three members of the Phantom Troupe kept running towards the higher reaches of the island. The thick white fog now only covered the coastal beaches, and the fog on the mountains seemed to be thinner.

"Edberg" itself is a functional island. Apart from rocks and thin vegetation, nothing can be planted on the island. The only two buildings on the island are the lighthouse and the caretaker's hut.

Drifting in a daze, Weiji, who was running, felt that the fog around him was getting thicker. They were slowly catching up from behind, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace. After all, the thick fog was full of green monsters.

Approaching the house made of stone, Victor pushed open the door and rushed in without hesitation. He first placed the angouleme on the animal skin mattress, then he opened the herbal bag, took out the mistletoe branches and hung them on the door. , then took out table salt and sprinkled it on the threshold and under the window.

After completing all the movements, he breathed out, pulled over an animal skin mat, sat close to the fire burning in the center of the house to warm himself, and moved Angouleme's bed closer to the fire.

Weiji, who was running along the road, was still a little confused, but infected by the young man's current leisurely attitude, he also pulled up a cushion and sat close to the fire.

"Sir, what just... happened...?" the rogue asked a little cautiously.

Victor picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the fire, "That is a demon spirit. The soul that died in anger and pain will become a demon spirit if it does not go to the unknown world but stays in the human world.

This ferocious entity is usually found in the wild, in cemeteries, tombs, and other similar places. "

"Or maybe it's the place where their anger and pain lies." It was a girl, she sat up on the animal skin mattress.

The young man nodded, "Not bad, I took it to heart when I read the book."

"Uh...so...what's going on?" The rogue was still a little confused.

Victor took out a small bottle of cherry wine from the herbal bag and gave it to Angouleme, "Just take a couple of sips." He took out another bottle of rum, took a sip and handed it to Weggie.

"There were so many broken ships in the place where they just hit the rocks. It is estimated that they must have done this more than once. The long-standing grievances and magic combined to form a curse, which made it possible for such a large-scale 'spiritual show' to occur.

Although this is the first time I have seen this situation, it will definitely ease a lot after dawn. I will rest here until tomorrow. There are mistletoe and salt to drive away evil spirits, and evil spirits cannot break into the house. "

Weegee's eyes lit up when he took the rum. He quickly drank two sips and then respectfully handed back the flask.

But at this moment, someone opened the door with a "bang!" and a gust of wind and snow blew in. Then he rushed inside, closed the door tightly, and locked the door bolt, as if something was chasing him outside.

Victor pointed to the blazing fire, and Angoulême and Virgie understood.

The man turned around and was immediately frightened by the gaze of three pairs of eyes and stuck to the door. He was wearing the clothes of the Drummond family, covered with thick cowhide, and his hairline was seriously moved up, which was covered by the side parting of the hair next to him.

His teeth chattered, "Who... who are you? How did you get here?"

Victor spread his hands, "What do you think? This is an island, you can't swim here."

"Who are you? The lighthouse keeper? What's your name?" While speaking, Virgie directly drew out the steel sword and grinned.

The irritable rogue scared the other party and quickly said: "I... I am Mikhail, Mikhail of the Drummond family, from Alymbion, the keeper of the Edburgh Lighthouse."

It can only be said that Virgie's posture of being ready to chop people at the slightest disagreement was performed naturally. Victor asked himself if he could do it, because he was really ready to chop people at the slightest disagreement, and performed in his true colors.

The young man waved his hand to let the rogue put away his sword, and waved his hand to let the administrator sit down by the fire. He had a stubble on his face, and his cheeks were greasy with sweat. He was nervous and looked terrified.

Victor stuffed the remaining rum to Mikhail, "Where did those evil spirits come from? I saw such a spectacular scene for the first time. There must be a lot of wronged souls around here."

He took the bottle with trembling hands and feet, took two sips and took a breath, "I... I don't know, they just appeared out of thin air! The strange thing is here! The fire was out just now, the wind suddenly stopped, and then strange things started to happen.

I walked out of the lighthouse to get oil, looked up, and found that the air was foggy. Then those ghosts appeared! And they came straight towards me! I was so scared that I didn't care about anything, I ran back here, and then I met you."

After listening to the administrator's narration, the rogue had a cold face and didn't speak, the girl stared at the fire, concentrating as if there was a whole garden in it, and the boy closed his eyes and thought.

The subtle reactions of the three people made Mikhail uneasy, and he could only drink two more sips of rum to calm down.

The fire crackled, and the rogue picked up a piece of firewood and threw it in.

"Bang! Bang!" Something was hitting the window gently.

Then there was a cold hum and a clear call: "Mikhail... Mikhail... Mikhail..."

Before anyone else could react, Virgie walked to the window first and whistled, "Wow! What a great guy! There is a party outside, and there is a particularly large demon, bigger than the others. The cold air it blows out of its mouth even frosts the windows."

"Let me see." The boy came to the window, pushed the rogue away to observe, it was indeed larger in size, and different from other ordinary demons with green light all over its body, its skirt and hood were red, and there were white spots on its black body.

"Angoulême, come and take a look too. This is a penitent spirit. It is said that this dangerous spirit specifically haunts sinners who do bad things."

After saying that, Victor walked to the lighthouse keeper and gently placed his hands on his shoulders. "Mikhail, to be honest, these spirits can't appear for no reason. There must be something that attracts them here. Do you have any ideas?"

Feeling the gentle pressure on his shoulders, he was uneasy and fearful for no reason. "I... I don't know. There is nothing here. The lighthouse, my cabin, and other than that, there are only rocks. Even water ghosts know that there is nothing on Edburgh."

"Indeed, there is nothing here, but, isn't there 'you'?"

In an instant, the keeper felt that the blood in his veins froze into ice, and the chill ran straight from the end of his spine to the back of his neck.

"I say again, that ghost thing is a penitent spirit. This kind of spirit will punish sinners who have committed crimes or people who have done bad things." The young man said in a faint tone.

"But I'm the only one living here. I haven't hurt anyone! I haven't bothered anyone at all!"

"Maybe you haven't actually hurt anyone, but you've done a good job on the lighthouse, and there are three survivors right in front of you." There was no anger in Victor's voice, it was clear and indifferent.

"No...no...don't, you can't do this!" The lighthouse keeper wanted to struggle, but the hands on his shoulders pressed him so hard that he couldn't move.

Remembering what he had just observed, Mikhail couldn't help but shout: "I can't go outside! It will kill me! I can feel it, maybe you can..., you...aren't you a witcher? You have to protect me!"

Victor smiled slightly, "No, I'm not yet, I haven't completed the mutation yet. And compared to another much more difficult method, I would rather try to meet their needs and let them disperse naturally.

Vicky came to help, Angouleme opened the door, rest assured that there is mistletoe, it can't do anything to us."

At the critical moment of life and death, Mikhail kicked his hands and feet and struggled frantically, but the two men of the Phantom Troupe were very strong, so he couldn't resist.

"No! You can't do this! You despicable murderer, do you want to watch me die?"

"Don't worry, I certainly won't watch you die, I'll close my eyes.

The crew of the Golden Merry, as well as the people who have been shipwrecked, are waiting for you outside the door."

The door opened, the lighthouse keeper was thrown out, and the door closed.

...

Not long after, the door opened again, and Victor was face to face with the "Confession Spirit". Speaking of the appearance of the demon spirit series, it is really not flattering, with two big black holes for eyes, and as a feature, the long and thick tongue.

Angoulême next to the boy frowned, "The ordinary blue demon spirits have all dispersed, but what is this big one still doing here?"

"It looks like they want to kill us. Is there anyone among us who has never committed a crime?" Victor answered calmly.

If he followed Vicky's usual style, he would raise his weapon and rush out to kill, but after receiving the basic education from the big sister, he knew that the Phantom Troupe had its own way of playing. If he wanted to follow Duwakin, he had to stay calm now.

The rogue asked: "So are we going to rush out to attack it? Use the soy sauce that the gentleman usually prepares?"

"Bang!" Closing the door, Victor went straight to the animal skin mattress and lay down.

"...It's sword oil, not soy sauce. I said it was tricky before because it is difficult to break the defense of the confession spirit in a place without light. When it is mixed in the thick fog formed by many demon spirits, it will be difficult to deal with.

And it will weaken in places with flames or light, not much stronger than ordinary demon spirits, so sleep tonight!

Wait until tomorrow morning to get up and apply the sword oil, the three of us will join forces, add a "Moon Dust" silver flakes to fix it, and it will be even easier to kill it than beating a drunk."

"Knowledge is power!" The words of the big sister flashed through my mind.

Viji clenched his fists, and was deeply moved by the back of the Dragonborn who turned over and breathed evenly.

…

The next morning, the winter sun was warm.

After getting up, the scene started with the Dust of the Moon. The Phantom Troupe, whose weapons were coated with evil spirit oil, beat the "Confessor" to death in front of the hut in broad daylight.

Then they fully collected resources. This existence can provide the alchemical material "Demon Dust", which is a rare and unrare material. It is rare because it is not easy to obtain, and it is unrare because there are a lot of them after killing one.

Then they rushed to the Edburgh Lighthouse, which was the place where the sudden extinguishing caused them to run aground. The locked tower door could not stop Angouleme, who was proficient in unlocking.

After searching for a long time, they finally found it on the second floor of the lighthouse──

"Letter to the Lighthouse Keeper"

I have a job for you, Mikhail.

A ship is going to sail from Keldra to Alymbion with animal skins. Turn on the lighthouse light at midnight, and turn off the light when we use the torch to signal you.

We will divide the spoils as usual, and you will get one tenth of what comes ashore.

See you later.

…

After showing Angouleme the letter that proved the lighthouse keeper's crime, Victor read it to Viji once more, and then put the note into the herbal bag with satisfaction.

“Let's go! Everything here is done. Next, we will go to Alinbion to get three horses and go to Heimstein Port to buy a new ship.” After that, the boy led his two companions out of the lighthouse.

He walked in front, not noticing that the members behind him were talking about him.

“Big sister, why does the leader have to look for evidence? In my opinion, there is no need for evidence. It must have been done by Mikhail. The confessor is calling his name.”

“You have to get used to Wick's style. He will be entangled or happy in some subtle places. It is a mark of being born in Bell Town…”

After training with Yuna and Fergus, the girl is now very good at explaining the leader's habits in simple language.

…

The three people who were walking south passed the suspension bridge before noon, but unexpectedly found someone not far ahead.

When they saw the Phantom Troupe, they jumped up and waved their hands in joy.

Although Victor didn't know his name, Viki knew it.

He is Zoro.

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