Witcher's Atelier

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It's raining…….

It was not a violent storm, but the sky turned into lead gray, and then it fell in dense and smooth raindrops, soaking the entire earth in a round and round manner.

It was afternoon, and she was standing on the tower of the castle watching the rain, with her arms folded across her chest, feeling a little melancholy for no reason.

This is not my style, she thought. It's all because of the dark sky, the long absence, and Merigold.

Till now Tris still hasn't contacted her, and I don't know if she saw the note left at her house.

After the previous video conference, Keira rushed to Tris's house, but her whereabouts were unknown and she didn't even bring a telescope. It was obvious that she had something to do temporarily, so she had to leave sadly.

Then the sorceress received the mission and accompanied King Foltest to come to pull him. Varetti Castle, condolences to the widow of the old Baron Baron, Mary. Louisa, just a few days passed in the blink of an eye.

At the meeting that day, the other sorceresses may have regarded Victor as a swindler after learning that Hawthorne's death had preceded the prophecy. But Kayla doesn't. She still remembers how shy he was when they first met, and how he changed rapidly every time they met again.

The poor, ordinary little guy who was bullied by him last year is now known as the Giant Killer, and can even play chess with Philippa and leave in style!

..., Keira would not admit this contrast, which made her feel a hidden pleasure──as expected of the child I watched grow up.

So she eagerly hoped to verify her guess from Triss, White Wolf. Is Geralt of Rivia really resurrected?

And what is Victor’s purpose in making up this false prophecy? After leaving Tritog, it is said that he went south. Could it be that he was going to Vizima?

It rains all the time, it’s such a boring time…

After passing through the water curtain and riding into the city gate, the knight who jumped off his horse raised his head and glanced at the tower casually.

The goddess of fate opened the dice cup at this moment. Under the cloak, the boy's eyes collided with the sorceress's.

Narrowing her eyes, Keira raised the corners of her mouth.

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Someone said: "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what flavor you will get!"

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The time went back to half a day ago, when we were camping on the north bank of the Pontal River. At that time, Victor had no intention of going there. Varetti Castle, visit Arrian and his family.

His plan was to cross the White Bridge the next day, take a boat on the Ismina River, and go directly to Vizima.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the change. In the middle of the night, Victor tasted the "bitterness of dark chocolate" and was attacked by six "zombie dogs"!

That's right, it's neither an ordinary wild dog nor a ghost dog incarnated by an evil spirit. Damn it, it must be a zombie dog!

All the hair on the body falls off, the muscle tissue is exposed, and the epidermis rots and falls off. The pupils become red and the whites of the eyes are bloodshot. Teeth and claws become longer and sharper. Their hearing and sense of smell are increased compared to ordinary wild dogs, and they are highly aggressive.

The witcher's books never mentioned this kind of monster, but the boy knew what was going on. The bitterness of life came so suddenly!

"Green Grass Trial Conjecture Part 3"

The secret of a witcher's resistance to poison lies in high-speed "metabolism". This term is a new one created by me. Please understand it as the process of constantly replacing old substances with new ones...

..., so I reasonably speculate that after adding the above-mentioned mutant dose and accelerating metabolism to a certain extent, the organism will even show some kind of "immortality"!

I'll call it zombification.

Of course, this will also bring many side effects, the first of which is hair loss...

──Handsome guy at the beach. Written in Kaer Morhen

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Really terrible! Someone is using his robbed fantasy notes to verify the concept of epoch-making mutation. Fortunately, Temade didn't come up with a mechanism that would cause infection if bitten. Otherwise, a medieval version of "Resident Evil" would definitely be a human tragedy.

After dealing with the incoming zombie dogs and doing a little dissection, the boy was sure that they were still alive, even though they looked almost dead.

A high metabolism requires sufficient food. The urge to feed due to hunger instinct will annihilate all the intelligence of zombie creatures and drive them to attack all living things. They can basically be regarded as a new species of man-made monsters.

The only good thing is that they don't have the ability to reproduce.

But the appearance of zombie dogs made Victor suspect that those mysterious thieves were lurking in La. Near Varetti Castle.

To investigate the surrounding towns and villages, it is the most rapid and effective way to obtain the assistance of local powerful nobles.

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pull. Varetti Castle Hall──

"Please have my condolences!" Victor said to Old Barron's widow. Mary. Louisa, Aryan's mother, offered her condolences.

The boy is now wearing dry and suitable plain clothes.

The brown-haired and brown-eyed widow bowed and returned the greeting, "Barron must be very happy that you can come and see him off for the last time. Please forgive me for not being able to talk to you more on this occasion."

After exchanging polite greetings and saying goodbye to Louisa, Victor and Arian went outside to talk.

"Thank you for coming over!" Your young master's eyes were slightly swollen, his expression was gloomy, and he looked haggard.

In contrast, his mother behaved appropriately and spoke appropriately.

"I'm ashamed to say that I didn't know about Barron's passing, and even coming to visit was a last-minute decision." There was no need to hide it for Arian.

"I'm really surprised that you can show up. Although I sent a message to Novigrad, I'm not sure you can receive it."

"Unfortunately, I came here to ask for help. On the way here, I was attacked by some kind of special monster. The danger factor is very high, so I want to know whether monsters eating people often happen around the castle recently. "

When he heard about the man-eating monster, Arian's face became obviously more solemn, "About this, I'm sorry that I haven't been paying attention to territorial affairs recently, so I can't answer. I will ask the housekeeper and give you the answer as soon as possible."

"Where are Anais and Balsi?" Victor asked about Arian's sister and brother. The age difference between them and Arian was more than fifteen years, and they were still lively and cute.

The noble prince, or you can call him Baron Varetti, said in a gentle and doting tone, "The two little guys have some coughs and are recovering in the fortress."

The index finger brushed against the middle of the crowd, and Victor stopped asking for details, because there were many rumors about the two sisters, and the noble prince was quite troubled by this.

The reason was that for sixteen years after Arian was born, old Barron had no children. However, starting nine years ago, Mary gave birth to two children in two consecutive years, sister Anais and brother Balsi.

You know, nine years ago there was no magic medicine like Megatron!

What's more, even Megatron can only solve the problem of pacing, but cannot save infertility. Therefore, the birth of Anais and Balsi, if it is really the masterpiece of old Barron, can be called a medieval wonder.

Even more fortunately, since the birth of the sisters and brothers, Baron Baron's fiefdom has been moved from remote villages to the border town of La. near Vizima, which can be reached directly by water. Varetti.

The beautiful young lady and the helpless husband certainly had some bold ideas in people's minds. In addition, Balsey's facial features did bear some resemblance to a distinguished person, and rumors continued for a long time.

From the death of old Barron, a certain distinguished person actually came to express condolences to the widow, which can be understood. What a favored family the Valedi were.

In short, since Aryan cares about it, as a friend, Victor will certainly not drink or pick up any of the pots.

There were sounds of footsteps behind them, and an attendant approached the two of them, "Good day, His Majesty Foltest, the King of Temeria, would like to invite Mr. Victor to come and talk."

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pull. The best room in Varetti Castle has a vast view, looking directly at the White Bridge of the Pontar River and Redania on the north bank of the river.

The rain was falling outside the window, and the king on the south bank of the river was smiling, obviously in a good mood.

After beckoning Victor to come closer and sit down, Foltest sat on another chair by the window and asked the young man in a leisurely and friendly manner what he had experienced with Skellige in Redania after leaving Temeria. .

With such high-level treatment from the king, Victor would naturally not be shameless, gentle and elegant, and pick up some insensitive topics.

The atmosphere is harmonious.

When mentioning the conversation with "Patrick", the prosecutor's chief, at the border post, the king showed a thoughtful expression.

"It sounds like the grassroots in Redania are looking forward to seeing Radovid V make a difference." His tone was affirmative, not expecting Victor's response.

The air was quiet for a moment, and then the king waved his hand and continued chatting.

There is no doubt that King Foltest is a handsome and charming figure, and the atmosphere of conversation is harmonious and pleasant, making people feel like spring breeze.

But at the same time, the two people beside the king each put a lot of pressure on the young man. Caught between hot and cold, it was the world of ice and fire.

The cold, blue-clad iron guard whom Victor had seen last time in the pure white hall always stood closest to Foltest, with a black turban on his head. Victor was almost certain that he was the famous "Hand of the King". Vernon Roach.

However, Tiewei's expression was not as plain as before. It was probably because of Taller that he showed serious precautions.

Although he is not like the "King's Eye" who will bite him, but if he has any good impression of himself, it must be quite limited.

As for the fiery one, last time we parted in Novigrad, this man was as strong as a monster, with a rectangular face, a resolute face, and a majestic beard.

He is the leader of the Knights of the Flaming Rose. Jaques of Aldeburgh.

He was obviously very happy to see Victor, smiling and nodding. He had always been very friendly to the boy, or he would say some strange words later, such as small changes are very valuable, welcome to join the Knights, and so on.

The alternating ice and fire atmosphere lasted for a long time, and finally the king invited Victor to sing a suitable song for Baron Baron at the official farewell ceremony tomorrow.

Promising a rich reward, he lets the dragonborn bard leave.

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Victor walked out of the room and stopped by the colonnade some distance away to wait, because someone just hinted that he wanted to talk to him.

Sure enough, not long after waiting, Jaques came out, and with the sound of iron boots "click! click!", the leader walked in front of the young man with calm and regular steps.

The wolf sect badge was vibrating at high speed, filling the space with sticky magic power, giving people the illusion of difficulty breathing. This overwhelming power made even Philippa... Even Erhart can't compare.

All nations have seen and heard that I, Victor, would like to call you Jaques the strongest!

More than half a year has passed since the last time we met. Although I have grown a lot, I still have no confidence in front of him. It is difficult to even turn over the table and escape. This man is too strong.

He glanced up and down, as if looking at his junior, and smiled with satisfaction, "Long time no see, Wick, this is our fourth meeting. You have grown a lot! You did a great job in Skellige!" Jacqui said Si said.

As teenagers who have entered the growth stage, the two have indeed become closer in height. The height difference between them is now about five inches, but they no longer need to look up at a close distance.

Touching his chest and paying tribute, Victor paid tribute to the strong, "People always have to grow up, Master."

"That's very well said!" The master of the Knights squeezed the boy's arm. The muscles were strong but not elastic. "You came back too early, earlier than I expected, and with more fame than I expected."

After a slight pause, he continued: "But having said that, who can really tell whether it is sooner or later? Young man, this is the second time I invite you. Are you willing to join the Knights of the Flaming Rose?"

Staring deeply into Jaques' expectant eyes.

Victor shook his head, "No! Sorry, I still want to be a 'free' witcher, and my decision has not changed."

"Really...well, what a pity, maybe the time has not come yet," the master's tone showed no trace of disappointment or displeasure.

As if he was worried that Victor would be burdened, he instead reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, his voice as gentle as before, "Don't worry, no matter what, you can come to me if you have any difficulties. Remember, Siegfried and I are willing to help you." ”

After speaking, Jaques turned around with a smile, stepped on his iron boots with calm and regular steps, "Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" and walked away solemnly.

Watching the master leave, Victor suddenly thought that he might be able to communicate with him about the zombie dogs. With the force and support of the Knights, the problem might be solved faster, but thinking about the rejection just now, he couldn't open his mouth after all.

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Late at night - the rain has not stopped.

Lying on the bed, planning the repertoire for tomorrow's performance, closing his eyes in the dark, Victor was about to sleep like a baby, when suddenly a faint aroma drifted into his nose.

The "rosemary" that he had been mentally prepared to smell was dew from the ocean. Her unique "warm and strong" smell was like the scent of pine cones and wood blowing in the breeze. The boy even lamented that she came too late.

"Pop!" He lit the candle with a snap of his fingers, and in the swaying light and shadow, the petite body hugged his knees and sat on the chair next to the bed, which made Victor a little disappointed. He actually didn't mind that the other person was sitting on his well-trained abdominal muscles.

"Good evening Keira, you look even more beautiful than last time."

"Haha, you have changed a lot. Do you know that you are in for a big disaster?"

Threatening before talking! ? This trick is so old...

The petite and slender sorceress with long straight straw-colored hair was wearing a sky blue knee-length dress tonight. She sat hugging her knees without showing any trace of her elders, and her demeanor was dignified and virtuous.

This behavior made the young man burst into laughter. Haha, have you finally understood that I, Victor, who is so strong-willed, will never be moved by a mere Mercer?

Ao'an sat up and faced the sorceress. He was ready to have a good communication with her, but then the young man realized that he was still too naive!

The knee-length skirt and the combination of sitting with his knees in his arms gave him the absolute majesty of the realm. In an instant, his Adam's apple twitched and he swallowed saliva unconsciously.

Oops! If you were careless, you would fall into the other party's psychological trap!

The candlelight was not bright enough and was blocked by my knees. Of course I couldn’t see anything, but just because I couldn’t understand it made me want to see it even more!

After seeing Victor's gaffe, Keira narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Wick, do you want to take a guess?"

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