Witcher's Atelier

[Name: Golden Eagle]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack power: strong]

[Characteristics: Destructive power, damage feedback]

[Enchanting: None]

[Remarks: IENBAMMAC]

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At night, in the Kingdom of Redania, beside a campfire somewhere, Angouleme. Corleone, the chief thug and deputy leader of the Phantom Troupe, is carefully wiping and maintaining the steel sword in his hand.

"I can see that you cherish this sword very much." Sitting opposite her, the legendary witcher from the north. said Geralt of Rivia.

The girl narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth, "Of course, it's the sword that Wickloo and I got after a long time! After all, it's not something that children used to play with. I call it the Golden Eagle."

The witcher smiled: "Golden Eagle Sword? What a good name."

Hearing his praise seemed to touch a certain switch, and she began to mutter, "Of course this one is good. Let me tell you, you don't know how bad Wick was in the past. He gave me weird and useless things." The enchantment..."

This time I acted as a guide and took my uncle with me. Geralt of Rivia went to Vizima, while Angoulan chose to take the land route. Relying on Eagle Vision and the White Wolf Steel Sword, Amber and Carrot safely crossed the "Kestrel Mountains" from Kaedwen to Redania. .

In the next few days, it will turn southward, starting from La. The "White Bridge" next to Varetti Castle crosses the Pontar River into Temeria.

Amber is Angouleme's horse, and Carrot is Geralt's mount.

The girl chose the land route because the last time she took a boat from Vergen, the water route was too tragic. Moreover, it is said that the octopus is still alive and well, but it has not completely blocked the waterway, so it has not attracted widespread attention.

Since she left Kaermohan, she didn't realize it when they got along together in the past, but after leading the team alone, the leader's unreasonable demands and training often shined brightly in seemingly small places.

Just like now, if Victor didn't train carefully, it would be difficult for Angouleme to make a fire and set up camp so neatly.

For Geralt, he was also surprised that the seemingly young girl was actually quite steady in her work, and she was obviously well-educated.

Walking together these days. Listening to her tell the story of how they got along in the past, Bai Lang was also touched.

During that period of time, the girl-hunting team weathered the wind and rain. They traveled across most of Arden to search for Xili, and there were war zones along the way. They overcame all difficulties before entering Toussaint.

After spending the winter in Toussaint, the people lost Dandelion and returned north to fight the evil sorcerer at Styga Castle.

As a result of that battle, only Angouleme and Geralt were left in the entire Hanse, and everyone else was killed.

When the girl told him the names of the people in the girl-hunting team, Bai Lang couldn't remember any of them, but he knew he could trust her, so he could understand the sincere feelings.

For this girl, Hanseaticism is her religion.

After listening to the epic they wrote together, the witcher nodded and sighed, "So that's it, the girl-hunting team and the White Wolf Hansa you mentioned have now been reorganized into the Phantom Troupe..."

Geralt was simply sighing, but after hearing his summary, Angouleme's proud expression suddenly became stiff.

Because she thought that if the former leader had not died, the White Wolf Hanseatic tradition would not have been passed on to Shirley, and naturally it would have nothing to do with Shirley's brother Victor, so what should the Phantom Troupe do? ?

Fortunately, although Geralt lost his memory about everyone, he did not lose his sharp mind. When you notice the panic and confusion on Angoulan's expression, you know what she is thinking.

She couldn't help but feel a little funny. She actually thought she wanted to take the lead. Who else would take this "Hansa" seriously except herself?

……wrong! It's true that that ordinary boy Victor is accompanying her to build a small group seriously, making the Phantom Troupe famous.

──What an enviable friend.

Clapping his palms to attract attention, Geralt explained directly: "Relax, I have no intention of fighting for the White Wolf Hansa. Since I disappeared without a trace, the leader will be passed to Ciri and then to Victor. In fact, I’m very happy for you, you can see that. You have helped many people and done many good things during your travels.”

Satisfied with Bai Lang's statement, the knot in her heart was relieved, and the girl became happy again.

"Hehe! Let me tell you, uncle, although I am not a witcher, I have exorcised demons. Let me tell you an adventure story that happened on Spikerug Island..."

It's slightly cold in early spring, but the fire is warm.

Listening to Angouleme's chatter, Geralt couldn't help but wonder, if my daughter Ciri was still here, would she be as lively and happy as she is?

…

[Name: Sword to Fight Catriona’s Plague. Requiem]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack power: strong]

[Characteristics: None]

[Enchantment: drive away rats, drive away fleas]

[Note: I actually gave myself another name, Enemy of the Plague]

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At night, by the fire in Kaer Morhen Hall, Victor. Corleone, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, is carefully cleaning and maintaining the steel sword in his hand.

"I can tell... you cherish this sword very much." Sitting opposite him, the Optimus Jade Pillar of the Wolf Sect's witcher soul. said the witcher master Vesemir.

A nostalgic smile appeared on the young man's face, "It's okay, this is an existence full of memories, the first enchanted product witnessed my first time.

At that time... there were no void properties available, so we could only enchant some gadgets to ensure that the wild heads would not be easily infected by the plague.

Now that she has drunk enough energy soup and is strong, the sword has finally been used. "

Vesemir tapped the armrest of the tailor-made fireside health chair with his right hand, "After listening to you talk about the characteristics of the void, I can only say that it is incredible. It even has the effect of stimulating potential. Please help Leo and I get one each. Won’t it consume too much material?”

Victor shook his head, "The wind blows the eggshells, and the wealth is gone and people are happy! I have secretly enchanted other people's armors, I just didn't tell them.

When I become more powerful, the void characteristics can even be transferred and copied directly from the armor, so no problem, I will have everything I need sooner or later if I live long enough. "

After applying the sword oil evenly, the young man inserted the steel sword into its sheath and put it away in the herbal bag.

Then he stretched and looked at the witcher master, "It's almost time. Are you going to the trial room to welcome the new witcher?"

Taking away the pipe, Vesemir blew out the smoke ring leisurely, "Thank you, child... But what I want to say is: Actually, there is no need to worry. Although I ask you to improve the herbal medicine, I never expect that there will be results in the short term. Your The growth rate has far exceeded my expectations.”

Victor smiled and didn't answer. He walked behind the recliner and knocked on the back of the chair. The old guy was really kind to him, but he didn't know that the tradition of incredible alchemy was "quick success".

On average, one person can become a master in one year, a sage in three years, and bring peace to the world in five years!

In comparison, my own growth rate can only be said to be negligible.

…

The master demon hunter and the alchemist entered the small dark room. After seven days of brewing, even just sweat was enough to fill the room with a sour smell, not to mention the body fluids leaked during the transformation process, including but not Limited to nosebleeds, phlegm, and vomiting, their combined fermentation makes the smell in the trial room powerful.

The protagonist Leo, who was tied in the center, breathed evenly and steadily.

Vesemir came to the iron bed and Victor walked to the other side, inadvertently putting the apprentice into a male-left position.

According to estimates, the mutation has ended. It would not be a surprise for him to wake up any time from now on, even shaking him awake.

However, the possibility of a successful mutation but a burnt head could not be ruled out, so Vesemir did not remove the shackles and handcuffs, but took out the ball first, while Victor took a wet towel and wiped his face clean.

Soon, after taking a long and deep breath, Leo finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were like...! ?

What is this? ? ?

…

"Once upon a time in Kaer Morhen, there was a witcher named Korn of the Griffin School. His irises were unusually white, yellow, and green, and the whites of his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes. I thought that was the limit, but I never thought about it. I will see more amazing things in the future. My vocabulary is poor and I can’t describe your irises!”

Although he said this to his apprentice, Vesemir was actually very satisfied, because Leo's eyes were clear, reflecting his consciousness, although his pupils seemed to be hard to explain.

The witcher master began to untie his shackles and handcuffs.

Victor witnessed the whole process, folding his hands and being speechless, because he knew what that style was. It might be difficult for others to describe it, but he could call it by name directly.

Temade that is the "Three Magatama Sharingan"!

Fuck that bastard Corleone! Actually secretly mixed with private goods!

What does he want? Is it fun to make an Uchiha Leo?

Angry and funny...

The world did not stop because of the boy's shock, Sasuke... no! Leo quickly got free and stumbled out of bed. He looked at Victor with his Sharingan: "Thank you for the potion! Wick, I succeeded!"

His words reminded the young man that no matter what Corleone fine-tuned during the alchemy process, the result would be good after all, so he should not be embarrassed now, but should smile and congratulate the other party.

Putting aside his worrying feeling, Victor smiled brightly and reached out to help him: "Congratulations, Leo, you are now a real witcher!"

Leo's Sharingan shrank and spun, "Really, it feels amazing. The world has become clearer and more complicated. I think I need time to adapt, but first I want to eat. I'm going to starve to death."

The three of them burst into hearty laughter, and they quickly returned to the hall to enjoy the sumptuous meal prepared in advance.

…

In Temeria. On the outskirts of Vizima City, Amber and Carrot came from the north.

After many days of long journey, the girl and the white wolf finally arrived at the capital of the kingdom, and then Angouleme was surprised to find that Vizima had closed the city again to prevent the Catriona plague.

The girl was immediately dumbfounded. As a member of the brigade, she had a pass issued by Vincent, the captain of the city guard. The problem was that Geralt did not.

Last year, she entered the city before the city was closed, so she didn't know how to find a way out after the city was closed. Fortunately, this was not a problem for her "Eagle Vision".

After riding a horse around the satellite town, she took Geralt into a certain tavern. Among the service staff in the tavern, the gorgeous waitress was chatting happily with several guests. The other waitress was dressed more conservatively, but also Busy serving wine and food.

Ignoring them, Angoulin walked straight into the kitchen and knocked twice on the door panel at the man who looked like the boss, "Sir... I need to enter Vizima City. I believe you can provide good advice."

The boss, who was squatting in front of the stove and roasting suckling pig. He was as fat as a pig. He wiped his sweat and threw it on the ground. He turned around and wanted to curse impatiently──

──"Pa!", a familiar blunt sound, it was Oren lightly hitting the meat, one after another, bounced off the boss's face, and fell to the ground with a crisp "dinging" sound.

The impact of the "arcane" technique taught by Victor is still as powerful as before. The girl used ten golden bullets to easily change the boss's expression from anger to a smile.

After removing the suckling pig from the flame, the boss picked up Oren one by one, with a sinister expression on his face and a sweet smile: "Ah... this respectable lady, what can Old Han Legs do for you?" Did you serve?”

"I have money and need to go to the city. Tell me how to get a pass."

Picking up one of the oruns and taking a bite, Lao Hanshan squinted his eyes and looked at Angoulaine. Her young face was shrewd and cunning. Wrapped under the dusty cloak was leather armor and a steel sword. The big man behind her, With his pale face and criss-crossing scars, he looked extremely untouchable.

After thinking about it, Lao Hanshan opened his hands to show ten, and then ten orens were thrown over. Seeing the cloaked man paying so easily, he suddenly felt a little emotional. Maybe he can take off his shoes next time to show more!

But that is for next time. This time he will not take the risk of offending the other party and increase the price. Only when he is satisfied can he always be happy.

Old Hanlegs said: "If you want a pass, if you are willing to prove your piety, the priests of Eternal Fire can help."

Then he lowered his voice and whispered: "Or if you just want to go into the city, you can also visit Vizima's local snakes, the Salamander Gang. You can find them in the row of houses near the moat at night, but you'd better be sure. Your sword is sharp enough."

Angoulin yawned. A sharp sword and Oren were the two things she lacked the most.

Putting two roast chickens and two bottles of wine in a rattan basket, the girl and Geralt walked outside and sat down to eat. "Uncle, which way do you want to choose to enter the city? As far as I know, the Salamander Gang doesn't seem to have a good reputation. , and Wick has some friendship with another big gang in the city, the Ram Gang..."

…

They left the Kaer Morhen Mountains on horseback and arrived at the campsite where the Gwenrich River merged with the Buina River, where everyone was about to go their separate ways to the southwest.

The witchers will go south through Vergen City and all the way south to the Principality of Toussaint. It is said that the local area is very friendly to witchers. Vesemir plans to accept a commission there to train Leo through actual combat with monsters.

Victor plans to go west over the Kestrel Mountains and take the same route as Angouleme to Vizima to meet the girl.

After learning from Triss that the King's Eye "Taller" had lost power, the boy was naturally not afraid to return to the capital of Temeria.

After saying goodbye, Victor took out two anti-magic metal bombs from the herbal bag and handed them to Vesemir and Leo, "Sorry the materials are limited, I can only give you one each, use Igni to light it. "

The formula was given to Victor by Vesemir, and the boy felt as if he had found a treasure when he got it. He originally planned to find an opportunity to attack the Knights of the Flaming Rose, but he didn't expect Lambert to get it without any effort.

Unfortunately, the materials were scarce, and after consuming all the inventory, only four anti-magic metal bombs were made.

But no matter what, having this thing gives you the confidence to face the warlock.

As for Leo's Sharingan, due to the short time it took for him to transform, he couldn't see any special functions. Victor could only ask Vesemir to pay more attention to it in the subsequent training.

After all, it is Corleone's personal product. Who knows if it is just a prank or if it really has miraculous effects.

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