Witcher's Atelier

She opened her eyes, caught a glimpse of the firelight in the gap, moved Swani's thighs away, and got up from Angouleme. Kerris tiptoed off the bed, opened the door and entered the main hall.

This is a small wooden house outside Freya Gardens that used to be a temporary residence for tourists. Although it has been uninhabited for a period of time due to the Mokwag incident, its function of sheltering from the wind and snow still exists.

As expected, next to the fire, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. Duwakein. Victor, alone, was stirring the cauldron.

The little sparrowhawk naturally came to sit next to him, "Good morning, Wick."

"Are you up so early? My dear madam," the boy turned sideways and put the iron plate on the fire to preheat, then took out the roasted potatoes from the thermal pot and started cutting them, "Breakfast will be ready soon."

The red-haired princess stared at him dissatisfied, "Please! Don't ask me to repeat it again, just call me by my name or the little sparrowhawk. Even if it's not the 'sister-sister relationship' that Cratchit mentioned, at least I think we are already friends. "

Looking at his profile from this angle, four scars are clearly visible, and his eyes focused on cooking are as sharp as an eagle's. Although the overall look is still a little childish, this man has crossed the Koraz Desert, crossed the Warrior's Road, and even Kill the bear with your bare hands. Even if the rumors of one against a hundred are a bit exaggerated, looking at his method of defeating werewolves, you know that one against ten is not a problem. He is even an excellent cook...

Hearing Caris's complaint and clearly feeling the burning gaze, Victor touched his nose, "There is no doubt that we are friends, but it is impossible to be a higher-level sister and brother." He smiled at the princess, "I I think based on my mental age, I’m more suitable to be the older brother.”

This bastard looks pretty good when he smiles... Thinking of this, the little Sparrowhawk did not compete on the title of sister or brother, but changed the subject.

"Wick, what are you going to do in the future? Don't tell me anything about fighting against the Doomsday Dragon. Even dragons are very rare in this era."

Spread the cut French fries on the iron plate, place two steaks in the empty space, and add a little lard to fry them. "I am the dragonborn recognized by King Bran. As announced in the Fist of Wrath, I came to this land. Hone your skills and eradicate monsters. As for the legend of the Doomsday Dragon, I actually think it’s impossible.”

She picked up a few pieces of firewood and threw them into the fire, "So that's what you think. I thought you were so smart that you wouldn't be bound by an illusory fate.

Then when the matter with Morkwag is over, we can have a good time here for a few days, and then go to Keldro! I heard from Angouleme that you are traveling, and I promise to introduce the scenery of the Great Skellige Island. "

Finally, he cracked two eggs into the iron plate. Victor smiled, and the firelight reflected his rosy cheeks. "Okay, it will definitely be a very happy journey with the little sparrowhawk sitting around."

Seeing the boy agree, Caris smiled and reached out to touch her earlobe, concealing that just for a second, she thought the boy was cute and wanted to lean in and kiss him on the cheek.

Pan-fried pork chops, potato fries, fried poached eggs and mixed vegetable soup, the two of them had a pleasant and harmonious breakfast.

…

When it was daylight, with Swannie guiding the path, the Phantom Troupe and the two princesses took a walk in Freya's Garden.

The last time I visited, I couldn't see clearly at night. Now when I enter this garden during the day, there are indeed many beautiful views. Even if some places are severely damaged, there is still a lot to see.

"It doesn't often appear when the sun is shining. It's more active on cloudy days or at night, but it just doesn't like the sun, but it won't be hurt or have its combat effectiveness weakened by it." Swaney explained as she walked. She had been with the werewolf a few days ago. The experience of fighting wits and courage.

"Go back from here and open the water tower door. There is a cave. He usually lurks inside. We have caught him there many times before and have dealt with him several times. Until he learned his lesson and lured me to the underground cave. Then it collapsed the entrance. He could jump out from the ceiling, but I couldn't do anything about it, so I was trapped there after he killed most of my men."

Weiji tapped the shield with the hilt of his sword, "Haha, if you put it this way, if it weren't for the fact that this is Freya's Garden, I think we could have a werewolf training ground, and there would definitely be many warriors willing to form a group to practice challenging werewolves. "

Angoulan nodded, "If it's this monster, it's really nothing special. The curse effect of the wolf fang necklace doesn't seem to be that strong. I remember the one I saw in Vizima. The claw marks were bigger than those caused by Mocvarg. If you want to go a full circle, that kind of strange force is difficult to resist.

"That's right. With its level of threat, it is very suitable to be an opponent in group battles. If you win and leave without any entanglement, it is actually a good test." Victor agreed with the two team members' views.

Swani clicked her tongue twice, "You can say these words in front of me, but don't let Priestess Joesta or my grandfather hear them. They won't really do anything to you, they will only use gentle words to continue Reprimand until you repent of your blasphemy.”

Caris spat at her friend: "That move is only effective for you. I will say goodbye to them immediately. I am not a battle priest, let alone the granddaughter of Lord Dona. Krachi will not care about my petty treatment of Freya." Language is offensive.”

A few people chatted happily, laughing loudly as if they were out on a spring outing. Suddenly, an eagle shrieked in the air at Catherine, and two caterpillars in Angouleme raised their thick eyebrows.

There was a rustling sound on the treetops, and a black shadow flew by. Seeing the speed, Victor was immediately surprised. There was a second-generation blizzard last time, and his reflexes were as good as those of a werewolf, so he didn't feel too intuitively. He didn't drink this time. Potion, the difference is indeed quite obvious.

However, except for himself who had to observe and test, everyone else was drinking potions, so there was nothing to worry about. This time, he was carrying the soy sauce bottle to make the soy sauce.

The pride of the Haimei family, the heavy flail in Princess Xinda's hand, on this occasion, was like the main gun of a battleship.

The young man's eyes reluctantly followed the black shadow. It looked forward, then suddenly behind, and then suddenly pounced on him. The flail "Tiger!" made an air-piercing explosion and directly knocked the black shadow to the ground. And without waiting for the monster to counterattack, the second blow hit the leg solidly.

Victor could see with his naked eyes that the smashed part was completely shattered. Even if there was no obstruction from the cursed biological oil, it would take a long time to recover.

Weapons like flails are naturally designed to break armor and shields, and they can be used to deal with medium-sized monsters like werewolves that think they have thick skin. However, when facing large monsters, such as Hutt, Fent, or even Frost Giant, the power of the flail will be significantly reduced, because it needs to be stabbed with a sharp sword or spear to injure the inside.

In the few seconds that Victor was distracted, Mokwag's limbs had been beaten to pieces, and he lay paralyzed on the ground, gasping for air. But because there was no wound to cause it to lose blood, and no cursed biological oil was applied to limit its recovery, it seemed to be seriously injured, but it was gradually recovering.

"Huh...huh...! You can't kill me, you have to help me, help me break the curse, otherwise I will come back, come back again and again, and one day I will kill you all."

The last time Morkvarg died, he was almost fully cooked, with no usable material, and was burned beyond recognition. It was difficult for the boy to distinguish what the werewolf looked like, so now he finally had the opportunity to squat down and observe carefully.

Staring at the wolf-like face, Victor took out the custom-made dog-leg knife and said, "You seem to be in pain? I thought you liked being a werewolf and could bite and kill as much as you wanted. Isn't that what you have always loved to do? thing?"

With a heavy blow on the handle of the knife, Victor knocked off a few wolf teeth and held it in his hand to try to feel the sound of death. Unfortunately, they had no reaction, but he still put it into the herbal bag, which is used in several recipes.

The werewolf said hoarsely, "It's useless, it will grow back again, every time."

"It's really incredible." The young man smiled and began to chop off the wolf's claws. He swung it several times and applied pressure before cutting it off. He held it in his hand and felt it carefully.

The claws were chopped off, and the werewolf yelled in pain, "Ugh!! You bastard, do you think torturing me will work?

That son of a bitch Swaani planned a trap last time and chained me up. Do you know how I escaped? I bit my own leg off, and every bite made me scream in pain, and I kept vomiting blood..."

After being insulted, Swanee subconsciously raised her flail and was about to hit the werewolf's head, but Keris stopped her and pointed at Victor's back.

"It must be very painful to bite off your own limbs. Who would have thought you would do this?" Stuffing a piece of cloth to stop the werewolf's bleeding, the boy responded while continuing to chop off the other claw.

"Hiss...! You don't understand. It's not just pain. My mouth feels like burning fire. It feels like my internal organs are being torn apart. I feel like I'm going to die. But I still get over it, and then I kill everyone except the stinky bitch. Tear them all into pieces and chop them into mincemeat!"

"Are you saying that because you want me to pity you?" He pulled and twisted, and the claw of the other hand was also chopped off.

Both wrists were chopped off, and the pupils of the Mokwag beast were filled with hatred, "No, I want you to understand that you can't kill me, and you can't even try to stop me. No one can limit me forever, as long as that curse If you are still here, I will come back to you."

Putting his two paws into the herbal bag, he inserted the dog-leg knife into the wolf's belly again, drawing a wound. The young man put on his gloves and reached in to feel. "I personally welcome it. You are so weak, but you can continue to do it." I am very happy to produce alchemical materials, even though they are not widely used..."

His murmuring tone was calm and calm, but Swanee was surprised to find that as he murmured, fear appeared in the werewolf's ferocious pupils.

The monster's tone became gentle, "No... don't do this, we can talk. I can only say it now. This curse makes me bite, scratch, and pull all over the place... until I die."

There is still enough time. Before I bleed out and die, listen carefully, Huhu, help me break this curse. When it is done, I will give you my treasure, a rich treasure that you can't even imagine... uh Ah! ! ! "

This scream was caused by the young man's gloved hand taking out a ball of non-element matter from its chest. Angoulan knew that it was probably the so-called "werewolf mutation inducer".

"So, being a werewolf isn't fun?"

"It's very painful. The worst thing is not being trapped in the garden, but the lingering hunger. Whatever I eat turns to ashes. I can't eat or drink, but I still have to look for food everywhere. It's simply... The hunger was so terrible that I even tried to bite my own flesh, but even a small bite made my throat burn like hot asphalt."

"Hungry that lasts a lifetime is indeed a classic curse. No wonder these corpses have not been touched by you, but instead attracted a large number of ghouls.

But don't worry, we're here to lift your curse. Do you see this? "

"You...you are really willing to help me? What are these? Fangs! That's the thing I lack the most."

After putting away the materials, Victor took out the Wolf Fang Ornament, ignored what Morkwager said, and placed the "Torda's Fang" on the werewolf's chest.

And the moment it was put on, the magic light was dazzling, and everyone saw that its protruding mouth retracted, its long hair faded, and finally it turned into a thick and fat man with triangular eyes, an eagle-shaped nose, and two arms holding golden hoops and full Tattooed man.

The pirate-looking man jumped up happily, "I'm...free, I'm finally free!"

He looked at his body and shouted with joy. "Oh, where is the tavern!? I'm so hungry that I could eat a whole roast pig, no, I should be able to eat half a cow, and then drink a keg of beer, and then I'm going to sea, and I'm afraid they'll almost forget about me, I Tammad must remind them, everyone of Skellige, that I am back!"

Taking back the wolf-toothed hat, Victor raised his lips when he saw Mokwag who was so happy that he couldn't speak coherently. "I'm also happy to see you happy, but unfortunately, it seems that someone doesn't agree with your plan."

The pirate's body was shaken, and he turned around. He saw the battle priest with fire-breathing eyes, "Dirty Mokwag, believe me, you can't go anywhere. In the name of the Haimei family, I pronounce the sentence, you will Being tied alive to the rocks and being washed by the waves and eaten by seagulls, your soul will never be able to ascend to heaven and will suffer in hell until the day of the end.”

…

At the entrance of Freya Temple, the five people temporarily parted ways.

Swani was going to escort Mokwag back to Larvik, but Weiji was not interested in sightseeing. He was more happy drinking and bragging in the tavern, so he simply accompanied the priest.

As for Victor, Angouleme and Keris, they will go south to Lovoten to stay for a few days, then south to Lucerne, and finally north to Larvik to complete the island sightseeing tour.

Before leaving, Swani hugged the three people who were about to be separated for a short time. "Lovoten is a rich and humane village. With my seal, they will definitely entertain you with the greatest enthusiasm. The village also provides health-preserving hot springs." You can enjoy the cold springs. Now is the time to go. Bathing in the hot springs is very good for your health.”

When they heard about the hot springs, Victor and Angoulin's eyes lit up.

The last time the girl took a bath in the hot springs was in Toussaint, and the boy was in the alchemy world. In short, it was several years ago.

When the two of them were in high spirits, Siwani was close to Caris, smiling narrowly, "Don't hesitate, do it when it's time to do it! I support you, if I were not the priest dedicated to Freya, maybe..."

Glancing at his friend, the little sparrowhawk shrugged.

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