Witcher's Atelier

After some time, standing on the top of the tower, Angouleme felt calm, and his "Eagle Eye Vision" extended freely in the open environment.

As if transformed into an eagle, overlooking the entire Kaer Morhen from a high altitude, the girl knows everything, and every detail of the castle is exposed.

But this was just an illusion. She had done a test with the team leader. The limit range for tracking enemies at high altitudes was about 120 yards. Beyond that, there would be no glow mark and the field of view would be blocked by buildings. However, compared to the 30 yards on the ground, , is already an amazing leap forward, and we can’t be too demanding.

The search was soon completed, and Angouleme opened his hands gracefully, and everything on his head and feet fell from the top of the tower.

Lambert, who was chatting with Geralt, was shocked when he saw this situation. He had promised to conduct reconnaissance at a high place, but why did he jump off the building after the reconnaissance? ?

He rushed forward to prepare for the buffer, and then unexpectedly, the girl casually kicked the wall in the air to use her strength. When she landed, she landed smoothly, and she could land lightly. However, because of his presence, Angoulaine fell into his arms. .

In a perfect princess hug, Angoulin looked at him sideways, "Lambert, your bitchy mouth has evolved into bitchy hands. Are you taking advantage of me now?"

Lambert blinked and made a face, "First of all, you must have an advantage to take advantage of... the short melon lady with a flat butt!"

Jumping down to the ground, Angoulin drew out his steel sword and said, "I changed my mind... You will die! Just today!"

Lambert raised his hands in the air and smiled as brightly as Yao Ming, "Okay, okay! I apologize. Dear Ms. Angoulême, please forgive a person who narrowly escaped death and couldn't help but use fierce words to soothe the turbulence in his heart!"

Angoulin ignored him. Normally, when he was fine, Victor was also the type with a sword in the sky, so she knew very well that the more serious he was at this time, the more Lambert would enjoy it.

He simply explained: "Don't worry about me next time. This is my special ability. When you fall from a height, as long as you have strength, you can land silently."

Then she ignored the slight baldness and directly hooked the white-haired witcher's arm, "Uncle, let's go. There are no gangsters around here. Let's go to the next area to check!"

Being dragged away silently by Angouleme, Geralt was actually a little confused now. This new girl would jump off the building if she disagreed with her, and when she called her "uncle", her tone was natural. He knew he was very familiar with her. Could it be that she Are they really their own relatives?

There was also the young man with four knife marks. Their eyes met when he just raised his head. He could not mistake that look. It was exactly the same as that of the witchers. It was full of warmth, nostalgia, joy and reminiscence, and his blue pupils shone with brilliant starlight.

But according to other witchers: Victor has never met him at all. The bond between the two is Ciri, which is the relationship between foster father and younger brother, so he is an emotional type?

If you can barely be considered a related person, do you want to give me a meeting gift later? But the amnesiac witcher seems to have nothing to offer...

…

The attack ended after the professor was shot.

As for the current group, Angouleme, Lambert, and Geralt work together. The three of them belong to the sweep group, and their responsibility is to clean up Kaer Morhen.

Although the leader of the raiders retreated and many of the bandits were killed and dispersed, the remnants soon fled or died in the forest. But we cannot deny the possibility that a few villains are hiding in the castle, so environmental inspections are still necessary.

The treatment team, led by Victor, with Vesemir's assistants and Eskar guards, rescued the apprentice Leo in the alchemy laboratory. In addition, Triss, who was slightly injured, drank the potion and was temporarily lying nearby to recuperate.

As for the method of rescuing Leo, it is very simple. Bone setting, hemostasis, and medicine. Witchers cannot save ordinary people from serious injuries. The main reason is that there is no medicine that can stabilize the injury. The poison of "Swallow" is not for people to drink. It has side effects. It can even damage the brain.

However, the situation with Victor present was completely different. As an important healing potion, Yanzi naturally had the most version of the incredible in his herbal bag.

The entire treatment process, in summary, uses the condensed version of Swallow to stabilize Leo's life, perform positioning and recuperation, assisted by Vesemir, a master with hundreds of years of experience in slashing and being slashed, and finally slightly expands the arrow wound, using alcohol disinfection.

Quoting Dr. Shani's teachings: "Sew red with red, yellow with yellow, white with white. Just sew like this, and you won't go wrong."

It’s not clear whether there was a mistake, but Leo was still alive after the torture, and his breathing was heavy and strong, which proved that the operation was quite successful. Eskar, who also had rich experience in being hacked, took off his guard job to visit his apprentice, and was also impressed by Victor’s treatment. satisfy.

"Well done! He's going to survive, you look like you've grown a lot."

"You mean my height?"

"That's the least important part, you're still shorter than me anyway," Eskar hugged Victor, "Welcome back brother, the time for your return couldn't be better."

"It would be better if we could do it earlier!" Vesemir walked out from behind the curtain and clapped his hands, "Triss's condition is very stable."

Letting go of the senior and looking at the empty alchemy laboratory, the young man shook his head and sighed, "Indeed, if I could have arrived earlier, maybe..."

"What's going on? Is the loss serious?" Eskar asked.

Since last year, the laboratory has been Victor's territory, and the agreement to improve the grass trial has been a secret between the master and the boy. Therefore, even Vesemir cannot determine the extent of the damage, let alone Ace, who does not understand the real situation. Carl.

Closing his eyes, the young man stroked his chin stubble and recalled: "... what was taken away was mainly the secret of the Green Grass Trial, some of my fanciful assumptions, and a full set of auxiliary tools. As for other potion results, last year I take them all with me when I leave.”

Victor's explanation was a small blessing among misfortunes, but several people present were unhappy. The "Professor" and the mysterious mage led people to steal the formula of the herbal potion, not to save the world! ?

"I don't think they will do anything good with the formula..." His eyes narrowed slightly, and Eskar's deep scar turned red.

Victor nodded in agreement, "We must take back the secret of the witcher..."

"But before that, we have to treat the injured and clean up the bodies," Vesemir concluded: "These damn bandits broke into the fortress, smashed and looted, and even broke my favorite chair!"

The boy knew he was referring to the lounge chair next to the fire in the hall.

"Oh! My dear Vesemir, don't be sad about it, I will make you a better one soon!"

Saying this is not just a comfort. Victor really planned to redecorate the castle. The villains vented their violence and anger in the castle, smashing the furniture, bleeding all over the floor, and completely destroying the original overall beauty.

…

Time came to night, except for the two injured, the four witchers and the Phantom Troupe were enjoying barbecue in the hall. The familiar bear leg barbecue, the familiar Vegema Champion, the bear meat was grilled very fragrant, and the atmosphere of the dinner was also... very good.

Today is a hard day. The feelings of comrades cultivated are naturally real and true.

Just like Angouleme, he had only met Lambert before, Geralt had lost his memory, and Vesemir and Eskar were strangers.

But based on the memory of slashing people together in the peasant's fart, the three witchers in the square would never forget her for the rest of their lives. The environment was so harsh that even with the physique of a witcher, their eyes were red on the spot.

The girl is a master at banquets, and can pretend to be a dwarf or an elf. When she comes to the witcher's occasion, she partners with Lambert to play treasures, and it is equally easy to heat up the atmosphere.

Victor and Geralt share a drink.

Cups and cups were mingled, and things got better and better. The witcher's banquet was no different from Skellige style. The main theme was drunken men boasting about themselves, mixed with inevitable disputes. Fortunately, it did not end with fighting each other, but started playing. "Guessing riddles with hands and feet."

With this classic game as a backdrop, the atmosphere was naturally more joyful. Especially when Vesemir performed as a ghoul, the whole audience laughed wildly. His body movements and growls were so lifelike that you could tell he was a ghoul at a glance!

Everyone played until late at night, and Victor felt he was drunk enough. He smiled and left early on the pretext of taking care of the injured, and returned to the alchemy room and temporary ward.

Touching the wooden sign on the door, which read "Victor's Alchemy Workshop" with a silver hook and iron hook, the young man pushed the door open and entered.

Before the banquet started, the young man took the time to move out all the alchemy equipment in the herbal bag and arrange it, so now the laboratory is fully furnished and the central cauldron can be started at any time.

What needs special attention is that when the raiding team finished cleaning up the castle and confirmed that no gangsters remained, Triss had already asked Geralt to take him back to her room for recuperation.

Therefore, the night duty ward or the Happy Castle are not operable at all, but the "Jackie Don't Want" series is quite worth looking forward to.

In a familiar environment, the boy was doing soft exercises, his mind running wild.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. I wonder who left the banquet early? Victor opened the door.

"Ah! Brother Jie..." The young man blurted out when he unexpectedly saw Geralt outside while he was reminiscing about the classics. The white-haired witcher naturally looked confused.

There was no explanation for the slip of the tongue. Victor let Geralt in. He was here to visit his apprentice. Perhaps it was because Leo was shot with an arrow in front of his eyes. The white wolf felt that he had an unshirkable responsibility for the injured.

"Thank you, Victor." After confirming that the injured person was breathing smoothly, Geralt sincerely thanked him. He knew that if the young man hadn't arrived in time, Leo would have died on the spot.

Victor smiled, invited him to sit at the table, and handed the hot tea to White Wolf, "You're welcome, that's what I should do, and you can call me Wick."

Gazing at the young man's calm appearance, the white-haired witcher took a sip, considered it, and finally asked: "Wick, I'm sorry, I want to ask you, have you known me before? You don't look at me like a stranger at all. People... seem to know everything about me."

With such keenness, should I say that it’s you? Victor smiled very innocently, "Angouleme and Ciri both mentioned you to me more than once, and Dandelion also introduced your life to me. To be honest, I almost thought I was you, using you Experience countless ups and downs of legendary adventures.”

What the young man said was all the truth. Witchers like White Wolf, who have rich experience and are used to the deceitfulness of the human heart, have a certain ability to identify lies after hundreds of years of training. Therefore, when there is no need to deceive, just tell the truth.

Feeling that sincerity, Geralt became even more confused. He could only shake his head and sigh, "I don't even remember what happened... Vesemir mentioned many names, such as Ciri... or Yennefer. They said they were very... It’s important but I have no impression of it, and there are some things that I don’t think I would do, and some things that I don’t think I would say.”

Listening to these hesitations, the young man reminded himself that the man in front of him is the white wolf, Geralt of Rivia, but he is not the white wolf yet. At least he cannot put his own impression on him, otherwise it will definitely cause serious consequences. fallacy.

Victor smiled and replied, "Humans are creatures that accumulate things constantly. Love, hatred, and grudges without memories are all false. Some things or some words must be the influence of the 'past'. Without that 'reference' memory, it is naturally unclear why such a choice was made.

When you recover your memory, everything will naturally have an answer."

He picked up the teacup and drank it all. He smiled bitterly, "Thank you for sharing, and your tea. I benefited a lot."

After that, Geralt left his seat and got up to open the door.

"Don't worry, let it go. I have some kind of unstable 'future vision'. I vaguely see how you recover your memory."

"I hope so."

...

After Geralt left for a while, Victor stirred with a stirring stick in one hand and held the material in the other hand to listen. The target was the daytime troll mantis, which had been cut into pieces and sorted into suitable sizes. The results of the verification so far can be said to be full of treasures, and many void characteristics that were not available in the past were obtained.

Just when he was full of joy, the knock on the door came again. This time, Victor opened the door with some expectations in his heart.

It was indeed Vesemir.

He was slightly tipsy but conscious.

"Will it bother you?"

"Of course not."

He put down his work and asked the old man to sit at the table where White Wolf had just sat. Then Victor changed the teacup and served hot tea.

There was a guest just now... He found the clue with a little perception. The demon hunter asked directly, "Did Geralt talk to you well?"

He was used to the almost psychic way of speaking of the demon hunter. The boy was calm and composed. "Very good, although it is not quite what I imagined!"

Vesemir nodded and was silent for a while.

"During the day, thanks to you for catching up. Twice."

The young man rubbed his nose, "Please! Forget about this quickly.

Speaking of this, I didn't have the chance to ask where Leo got his apprentice. I see that his physical condition has been adjusted to a very good level, and it will take at least a few years."

Vesemir smiled, "The kid was originally from the Cat School. When we met by chance in Kovir, his master died in the Tsikimo Crypt. I saw that he was determined and a good material, so I brought him back for training."

After listening to Victor, I felt very interesting, because coincidentally, Leo's resume was exactly what he made up in Vizima: a Cat School witcher apprentice, his master died in battle, and even died in the Tsikimo Crypt.

"I see... Speaking of which, I haven't reported to you the progress of the improved Green Grass Trial──"

The Demon Hunter raised his hand to stop, "──Tell me tomorrow! Let's all have a good sleep today."

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