Witcher's Atelier

"prophecy". It is a prediction or assertion about what will happen in the future.

It is not an inference that conforms to scientific laws, but a prediction that someone obtains out of inspiration through his or her ability to foresee.

In the world of demon hunting, in the spring of Era 1270, the well-known Islin Prophecy, the third prophecy that affected the world after the Curse of the Black Sun, was born in Kaer Morhen between the Blue Mountains of Kaedwen. Call it the "Burning Omen."

"Burning Omen"

It should be noted that when Hawthorne dies, Temeria burns, and the White Wolf awakens, the ancient blood returns.

──Sapiens. Ignis

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Time passed very quickly, ten days after Bai Lang and Angoulin left.

Leo has almost recovered from his serious injuries. His body is already strong, and he is recovering well with the help of potions, and he will be able to get out of bed soon.

After that, Leo and Victor, who were similar in age, quickly became good friends who talked about everything, at least that's what Leo thought.

Vesemir's view is that the young and enthusiastic apprentice's body and mind have been dominated by mature and experienced teenagers.

Of course, this is not a bad thing, and Victor has no ill intentions. It is simply the gap in experience and thinking that makes the two of them distinct.

It is not bad to use teenagers as learning objects, at least better than Lambert. His poisonous tongue is a bad example.

On this day, in Kaer Morhen Castle, the afternoon sun was setting. The alchemist Victor was stirring the cauldron in the backyard and rebuilding the broken furniture, while Leo and Vesemir were responsible for the transportation and decoration work.

"...Vesemir, I am not worried about returning home. According to the glimpse of the future, when Hawthorne of Novigrad dies, Temeria is destroyed, and Geralt's memory is restored, Ciri will return home. when!"

Victor spoke confidently, but Vesemir was confused, "So kid... you are not only an alchemist, but also a prophet?"

"...Well, a limited prophet can see fragments of the future, but cannot make accurate predictions." Although he really wanted to carry out the magic stick to the end, the young man is a real person. God knows whether he will accidentally slap himself in the face again, or not. Don't be too sure.

Vesemir nodded and smiled, "Not bad. Although he has become slick and exaggerated after going out to experience, he is still the good boy who is practical and pragmatic."

"So what misunderstanding do you have about me? Can I listen to it?"

"The last Duwaqin?"

"that's me!"

"Siren Undertaker and Giant Killer?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Slick and flamboyant!"

Listening to the conversation between the master and the boy, Leo laughed like a fool, but if he was asked for his opinion, he preferred "Victor born of the storm" and "The Bear Splitter with His Bare Hands".

The former is mysterious and the latter is heroic. Especially the latter, who had also hunted bears but never for a moment considered doing it with his bare hands.

At this moment, colorful lights flashed, and another recliner emerged from the cauldron. "It's done! This is Vesemir's special fireside health chair! Leo, carry it to the fireside in the hall." Victor ordered.

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Happy time flies by.

Night──in the old castle─in the trial room.

This room is specially used for green grass trials. It contains an iron bed for binding, gag balls, shackles and handcuffs, thick injection syringes and catheter tubes, and iron plates to contain leaked body fluids... wait.

In the past, mutations were carried out directly in the laboratory, but Victor didn't want to see the above-mentioned dark auxiliary tools in the alchemy workshop, so the boy simply arranged a separate trial room.

Accepting the coexistence of "evil" does not mean embracing "evil". This is the view of the Novigrad scumbag Mr. Hawthorne.

And now, Leo is sitting in this room, opposite Victor in the same posture. The young man is about to make a deathbed confession.

"Sorry... Leo, I know you have made a choice! But I didn't hear it with my own ears, so as the refiner of this herbal potion, I must make another confirmation."

Leo closed his eyes and bowed slightly.

"Impatient young man, listen, the next Green Grass Trial is an extremely painful journey both physically and mentally, lasting at least seven days.

And once you start, you will no longer be human no matter what. Failure goes without saying and means death. Vesemir will not let you become deformed or crazy for too long.

Even if the mutation is successful, the long-term prejudice, provocation and false rumors have made the witcher feared or hated by the world. No matter what you think about yourself, most people will view you as an outlier.

At the price of gaining strength and a long life, the "social consensus" requires you to make a living through arduous monster hunting activities, or become a dark killer. Even if you try to change jobs, you must hide your identity.

Year after year, without a strong sense of mission, you will eventually be lonely and exhausted. This is the ‘Demon Hunter’!

So do you really know what choice you are making? "

Leo suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes and looked straight at Victor.

"...I have followed the master for many years. I am talking about the master of the Cat Faction. His name is Joel.

Some people say that the Cat School are all killers, tramps or psychopaths, and people should hate the Cat School witchers because they do assassinations.

But that's all a lie. I was raised by a master who respected the boundaries and never crossed the rules.

He died in the Qiqimo lair, and I will inherit his way of life and let his will continue. "

Folding his hands on his chest, Victor closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

"I understand. That's a great ambition, Leo, but you still have a lot to learn. Vesemir will guide you."

"Wick, I also want to learn from you. You must have special skills to defeat the frost giants without mutation."

The boy smiled and stood up. "Don't learn from me. No one can learn my special skills. The master or Eskar is the role model of the orthodox witcher.

Come! Lie down on the bed now. Let me take a closer look at your body."

...

After a while.

In "Victor's Alchemy Workshop", Vesemir was preparing the materials for the herbal potion. He vaguely heard the boy's footsteps approaching, and then the alchemist pushed the door in.

Putting the sliced ​​venom gland of the flying lion monster aside, the master continued to cut the mandrake root, "I'm back! How was the talk?"

Victor chuckled: "Leo is more conscious than me, and his body is also very strong. The cat faction's energy soup is indeed unique."

His words aroused Vesemir's interest, "What's the matter, have you drunk energy soup from other families?"

Walking to the preparation table, Victor picked up the materials one by one and made the final confirmation, "Yes, I met the snake faction witcher Guleta's Reso in Vizima. They admired me very much and were willing to share the recipe with me.

As for the difference in drinking energy soup, I feel that the wolf faction focuses on balance, and the snake faction focuses on balance. The pie cares about flexibility, while the cat pie emphasizes explosiveness.

Although I haven't drunk the cat pie, Leo's body still has the foundation of the cat pie even though he has drunk a lot of wolf pie energy soup recently. Just press it a little and you will know that the muscles have strong explosive power.

When I adjust it later, I want to pay attention to this direction. I will not use the fixed formula in the past, but try to make a potion specifically for Leo's physique, so that he can become a demon hunter with special explosive power. "

Feeling the confidence in Victor's words, Vesemir nodded, "This is your improved herbal potion. You decide how to make it." After saying that, he put down the mandrake root and signaled Victor to take over next.

The boy came to the cauldron without hesitation. Vesemir stepped back and carefully observed the so-called tailor-made.

Then I saw Victor's heroic move, and swept the fork-tailed dragon spinal fluid, flying lion monster venom gland, albino vampire's tongue, European potato apple, long-leaf plantain, mandrake root and other materials into the cauldron. The materials do not need to be shelled or peeled, and the proportion of the ingredients is not considered. The stick is inserted and stirred.

Seeing this scene, the Demon Hunter was stunned at first, then understood.

No matter how many times he watched it, the incredible alchemy was always so messed up. It turned out that the so-called physical specialty was tailored according to the alchemist's imagination, and there was no decisive difference in the raw materials.

But just when he made this judgment, new changes corrected his thoughts. The boy took out an item that had never appeared before from the herbal bag. It was two strange pieces of meat. Judging from the color, it was definitely not beef or pork.

Vesemir: "Wait, kid, what are these two things? What are their uses?"

Victor was full of confidence and threw the meat into the cauldron. "The meat itself is useless for the potion. I want to use their [void properties]. The details are complicated. I will explain it to you in detail after it is completed. In short, the ice giant meat provides [stability], and the troll mantis meat provides [excellent results]. Both are good for the effect of the potion.

Let's stop here first. I will go all out next!"

After the explanation, the boy was full of energy, let go of his imagination, immersed his mind, and realized the nature. He began to communicate with the world through the cauldron and submit the finished products and law imprints he wanted.

After many practices, he now knows very well that lack of knowledge is not the reason for the failure of alchemy.

The alchemist himself knows that his "ignorance" is the culprit that defeats imagination.

Knowing that a certain weapon is difficult to make, it really can't be made. Imaginations that even you don't believe in will naturally not be recognized by the world and feedback creation.

So from this perspective, the fool who doesn't know his ignorance has an absolute advantage in the use of incredible alchemy!

The simpler the fool, the more powerful!

Grandmother is such a natural fool. She never considers whether it is possible or not, but only asks whether she wants to do it, so she is invincible!

As black-bellied as I am, I guess I will never reach the realm of "creating the world with a stick in my hand" in this life, but based on reason, perseverance and emotion, the boy believes that he can still make some good things.

For example, now──.

── The brilliant Wheel of Truth magic circle suddenly expanded from the boy's feet, instantly covering the entire alchemy workshop, and still extending outward.

When he first saw this wonderful scene, Vesemir was stunned. Fortunately, Victor had previously popularized the meaning of the magic circle with him. This is the place where alchemists communicate with the world. Alchemists in the Wheel of Truth are immune to all attacks.

Feeling very interesting, the demon hunter tried to move his hands and feet and found that there was no hindrance, but the next moment, his face became cautious.

The wolf badge was silent, so this magic circle did not belong to the category of magic, but no magic power could be felt in it, and the magic seal could not be cast at all.

Pushing open the door, the master walked to the boundary of the magic circle. When he stepped out, the magic seal was restored immediately, but when he returned to the range, there was no reaction. The Wheel of Truth also had the function of "sealing demons", which Victor did not mention.

According to the boy's explanation, the larger the range of the magic circle, the stronger the finished product. Based on this inference, Leo was quite lucky.

Stepping forward, Vesemir walked to the trial room and saw the apprentice meditating inside, coordinating his body and mind.

After many years, the Green Grass Trial was finally going to be carried out again, and the demon hunter master had a lot of feelings.

……

The next day, the six black walls of the trial room, the ceiling and floor were painted with sound-absorbing paint. There was still a lot of it left after Luf's last experiment, and now it was all used here. The oil lamps were full of candlelight.

On the iron bed in the middle of the room, the experienced Vesemir and Victor joined forces to firmly fix Leo with handcuffs and shackles to prevent him from hurting himself in the crazy struggle of severe pain later.

Standing next to the iron bed, Victor squinted his eyes and looked at the immobile apprentice, and the flickering firelight shone on his face in a light and dark manner.

"Leo, this is the last chance, the last chance to regret.

I remind you again, the next seven days of pain will last. And the success rate is estimated to be between 60% and 70%, and there is no way to go higher.

If you fail, the luckiest thing is to die on the spot, and it is more likely to be paralyzed, demented, or deformed and crazy. No matter which one it is, Vesemir will immediately end your pain."

Leo was calm, and his eyes showed determination, "I have made a choice."

The boy glanced at Vesemir, and he nodded in approval.

Picking up a bowl of emerald green auxiliary potion, Victor brought it to Leo's mouth, "Then, drink it and embark on a new life path!"

Ton ton ton ton... The apprentice quickly swallowed the potion.

Then Victor inserted the catheter into his arm, the air was surging, and the 'new dark green herbal potion' was silently pressed into the blood vessels. Wherever it passed, the green liquid and red blood mixed into brown and black. Leo suddenly began to twitch and tremble, which was a pain deep into the bone marrow.

Vesemir skillfully put a ball gag on Leo, and Victor steadily injected the herbal potion in his hands. The apprentice soon rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

According to the experience last time, Leo should have been incontinent now, but the reason why experience is valuable is that people don't repeat the same mistakes.

He had already solved it clean, and at this moment he was simply sweating like a pulp.

After injecting the perfecting fluid, Victor took a towel to help Leo wipe off the sweat a little, exchanged glances with Vesemir, and the two walked out of the trial room.

They are all experienced veterans, and they know very well that the apprentice can only rely on himself to pass the first stage of the test of the herbal potion and open the limitations of human body functions.

The current stage is the most worrying stage for Victor, because in the subsequent second stage, the body combines with the mutation inducer, and the third stage will play a role again. He is still confident in the power of the void characteristics.

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[Name: Herbal Potion. Leo]

[Type: Blending]

[Quality: Epic]

[Features: Focus on stability, excellent results]

[Note: Hello, I am a tuna, a otaku, this is a new version that I have never drunk before. I need to experience it for three minutes, and you will do the same as me, and love the elephant festival. 】

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[Name: Excellent Achievements]

[Applicable: Universal for all types]

[Effect: Effectively improve the quality of creations]

[Synthesis: Quality improvement × Quality improvement +]

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[Name: Emphasis on stability]

[Applicable: Harmony]

[Effect: Reduce the side effects of drugs and easily achieve good results]

[Synthesis: Stable effect × Stable effect +]

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