Witcher's Atelier

In late spring and approaching summer, flowers bloomed. A horse came from the north. The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the suburbs, and the knight's golden hair fluttered.

Entering the satellite town outside the capital, he slowed down and moved forward slowly. After more than a year, some scenes were vaguely remembered. There were not many houses with white crosses painted on the doors, which meant that the plague was not as severe as last year, but when passing the Eternal Fire Church, the door was unexpectedly closed.

Continuing forward for a while, under the curious and vigilant eyes of the villagers, the knight pulled the reins in front of the Old Cold Legs Tavern and tied the horse to the post outside the inn.

After more than a year, Victor from Bell Town came again, and was shocked to find that the door of the tavern was also closed.

Sensing the peasants' hidden hostility, the peasant woman also took the running child away, frowned and touched her chin, and the boy mounted the horse and ran straight to the moat.

Originally, Victor planned to investigate some information in the tavern, but the village had obviously had some unknown situation recently, and even the church and the tavern were closed, so he simply went directly to find the smugglers of the Salamander Gang.

After the experience of contact last year, he was full of confidence in the guy's "guts". He was a typical person who would tell everything he knew. If you want to know something, you can ask him the right person.

However, the smugglers' stronghold by the river was also deserted and uninhabited. Judging from the thickness of the dust, it was abandoned recently. The plan to gather intelligence before entering the city was shattered.

When he walked out of the house and looked up at the sky, he found that it was evening and the sun was about to set. When the boy thought that he might not be able to enter the city in time, he suddenly heard a quarrel not far away. One of the voices was quite familiar.

Going around the open space behind the house, Victor saw four humans surrounding a dwarf. They were holding torches, sticks and swords, cursing, and it was estimated that they would soon switch to body language to communicate.

Normally, even if he wanted to be chivalrous, the boy would observe the situation for a while, but this time, after a quick glance to confirm, he approached directly, "Don't do it yet, what's wrong with this dwarf?"

The sudden accident made the five people in the quarrel stunned at the same time. After noticing that the boy was tall and had leather armor and a steel sword, a leader among the humans stood up.

The mushroom-headed sturdy man had no beard, and his smooth jaw was thick. "We are about to shave this guy's beard, what do you think?"

"Shave the dwarf's beard! What's the reason for you to do this? It's so cruel, you might as well kill him." Victor's mouth corners raised, the mushroom head was really funny.

The sturdy man bared his teeth at the boy, "Huh! All non-human races deserve to die. You speak for him, so you are a non-human race fan?"

Bending his fingers to make a "crackling" sound, Victor said gently: "I am not a fan. I just think that maybe this matter can be resolved peacefully so that no one will get hurt."

"Oh, damn stranger, let's go, brother, let's make this guy regret interfering in our affairs!"

With the sturdy man's roar, a two-on-four street fight began, with the Dragon of Bell Town and the dwarf fighting against the four suburban hooligans.

The experienced teenager hit the mushroom head in the face with a punch, knocking him to the ground, and then hit the liver with a punch, the second one knelt down for a long time, and then heard the dwarf shouting to be careful. Victor turned around and found the third person, who was slashing at him with a sword.

He dodged the slash sideways, and the boy instantly got close, controlled his weapon hand with both hands, and pulled and pressed his body, and the impulsive man fainted on the spot.

Angry at the other party for using a weapon, the boy did not hold back and directly gave this guy the ability to predict the weather. Whenever it rains for the rest of his life, the pain will make him regret why he drew his sword today.

On the other side, the dwarf rode on the last man, punched him down, and then stood up and patted his clothes, "Young man, thank you for helping me deal with these dogs... Wait... Is it Victor? Is it really you?"

Seeing that the other party recognized him, the boy knocked his left chest with his right fist and smiled, "Who else could it be? My dear Zoltan, may your wine glass never dry up."

The punk-headed dwarf in front of him was the optimist, great philanthropist, strong liquor and slang song lover Zoltan Ziva who he met in Vergen.

Victor was actually very surprised to meet a dwarf here, and didn't understand why he left Vergen and ran to the outskirts of Vizima.

Zoltan was also surprised to meet the boy here. It had been almost two years since they separated. Victor, who was in the growth stage, relied on energy soup and sufficient nutrition to make him change dramatically in height and body shape. If it weren't for the four scars on his face, the dwarf would not recognize him.

"Goddess's daughter! It's really you..." Zoltan happily stepped forward and grabbed Victor's arm, "Where is that silly girl Angulan?"

"Don't worry, she is enjoying the good life in the city!" Victor replied with a smile.

The dwarf happily held the boy and was about to go to the satellite town in the west, "Come on, let's go to the tavern there for a drink, and tell me what happened to you these days?"

Victor held Zoltan with his backhand, "No need, just camp by the forest! I have wine, meat and tents in my bag. Non-human racial discrimination seems to be serious. We are more comfortable chatting in the wild."

Stroking his beard, the dwarf agreed happily.

...

Victor was not bragging, his herbal bag really had wine and meat. He put the washed, peeled and marinated suckling pig on the grill and took out a small bucket of pepper vodka to drink.

It was a pleasant thing to meet an old friend in a foreign land and to see Zoltan again after a long absence. The small grudges at the time of separation naturally disappeared after three rounds of drinks, and no one mentioned it.

At first, the dwarf kept asking questions and the boy was talking, but after summarizing the adventures he had experienced with Angouleme in the past two years, Victor asked about Zoltan's situation.

"What!? Because you have no money and you may lose your fiancée, you plan to go to Vizima to find business!" The boy said in surprise.

The dwarf's face was ruddy, and he scratched his head shyly and agreed. The money he earned from helping to sell soup medicine was invested in the mining business and was stuck.

However, after Victor took out the purse, he was seriously rejected. Apart from doing business together, Zoltan was unwilling to touch his friend's money.

Sensing the dwarf's firm attitude, the boy could only give up direct sponsorship and planned to find an opportunity to help later. Anyway, it was a piece of cake.

Then Zoltan talked about the big news in the suburbs. Not long ago, in the satellite town in the east, a large number of villagers, including the Eternal Flame priests, rich farmers, and merchants, launched a witch hunt against the herbalist. As a result, they clashed with the passing witcher and were killed by the other party alone.

Hearing this, Victor could almost assert that he knew such a fierce guy. He was a certain amnesiac witcher who was stationed in Vizima by Vesemir not long ago. Geralt of Rivia.

Don't think that this white wolf is easy to bully because he has lost his memory. There is no need for anti-magic metal bombs. The wizard who looted Kaer Morhen was hacked to death in the hall by him. His strength can be seen.

But doubts arise again. What is Angouleme doing? It doesn't make sense for Geralt to fight and the girl won't help her uncle. And with her leading the way, there is no reason for the white wolf to stay outside the city, or is he out to investigate the Salamander Gang?

The boy did not doubt that Geralt could find the salamander. A witcher with extraordinary five senses had a strong ability to track down clues, and no clues could escape his notice.

Victor was thinking about something, so he did not continue to pay attention to Zoltan's drunken talk. He was happily telling the legend of the dragon slayer circulated in Vergen - it was said that there was a farmer's daughter in "Upper Aedirn" who could survive the flames without a scratch...

...

The next day, Zoltan went into the city with Victor. The dwarf declined the boy's invitation and continued to live in the non-human race area in the city. He said he had friends there, and as for ordinary times, he could be found in the tavern in the temple area.

Before leaving, Zoltan said seriously: "Remember to tell Angouleme that you can find me at the 'Hairy Bear Tavern', which is opposite the 'Desirable Thighs'. I play dice there when I have nothing to do."

Smiling and agreeing, after saying goodbye to the dwarf, the boy felt a force driving his steps, one step, two steps, one step, two steps, stepping on the devil's pace, and hurried back to his home in the temple area.

Suddenly, he was eager to go home. He missed her, so he passed the Knights' headquarters, glanced at the flaming rose, and continued to move forward.

But when he was about to reach the door of his house, his steps suddenly stopped, because the scene in front of him was beyond imagination.

Familiar alleys, familiar red-haired woman, her eyebrows and eyes were full of spirit, wearing a lake green vest, and carrying a herbal bag on her shoulder.

However, this familiar scene had an extremely inconsistent foil - a thin bald man wearing a monocle, standing by the door and talking to the doctor, seemingly the man who had just accompanied the woman off work.

It was totally unexpected to see Taller just after returning home, and it was even more difficult to imagine seeing the young lady talking to the bald man. Victor frowned slightly, but did not intend to go forward.

First of all, people have the right to choose friends. Secondly, Shani opened her own door. The young lady who pays attention to the boundaries of getting along is willing to live in, which means that she is not an outsider.

Of course, the most important thing is that they always maintain a distant social distance. Besides, Taller was finally blocked outside the door and left in a huff.

"Victor couldn't help feeling that it was really dangerous! There is no green on top of his head, but the young lady still loves him!"

“……？？？”

Slowly tilting his head, the boy squinted at the girl. She was looking up at the sky, pretending to be nonchalant, "Angouleme, it's you again. I should have warned you more than once. Don't take it easy when I think about things. Add random narration!”

Under the sun, Ye Tou was fully armed and implemented the safety rules of the brigade. He never left his leather armor and steel sword when he went out. The alchemist was not surprised that she could find him accurately. The effect of Eagle Vision was not fake.

"Hey hey hey," the group members laughed so hard when they heard the group leader's accusation, "Wick! I just said it casually, don't take it seriously. If you are angry about it, it means that I am right."

Victor shook his head helplessly, "One day you will be hanged because of that mouth."

"My captain will get me down in time." Angoulin responded with a smile.

Yawning, the boy didn't bother to pay attention to her.

The girl stared at his face and examined him carefully, "Wick, I haven't seen you for a while, you seem to be cheerful, not depressed as before!"

"..., maybe it's because I killed a real bastard on the way to Vizima. Don't look at me with curiosity. I will tell you about this later. Now tell me what's going on with Taller?"

"A simple young lady's suitor... probably! Shani rejected him several times, but he still didn't want to give up. Even though I always played pranks on him, he had no hostility towards me."

After hearing what Angouleme said, Victor suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Taller, because as far as he knew, this wild girl never knew what "normal pranks" were.

Early before leaving Vizima last year, the girl was the pioneer in destroying the image of bald men in front of the young lady, and she emphasized more than once that bald men are not good people, and that people wearing monocles are cunning... and other concepts.

When the two were forced to leave Temeria and go to Novigrad because of Tal, she showed her desire to retaliate in front of the boy more than once. Now she can act so calmly, obviously the former intelligence director has paid a lot of ridiculous prices.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. Although the leader knew that there were still many things to discuss with the team members, such as the whereabouts of the White Wolf or the current situation of Zoltan, but as expected, he should go back and say hello to Shani first!

Winking at Angouleme, Victor took the lead and walked towards the door.

Opening the door and entering the house, there was no one on the first floor, so he went straight to the second floor. The boy gently pushed open the door, and then he was moved by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Just in front, Miss Xia Ni was sitting on the windowsill, teasing Catherine. The warm spring sun shone obliquely, and the sunlight sprinkled on her fair cheeks, with a little golden texture of oil painting particles.

Reminded by the hawk's coo, she turned her head and noticed Victor in a daze, and smiled brightly.

"You're back."

"Yes, I'm back!"

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet..."

Letting Catherine fly, she jumped off the windowsill and approached the boy, "Then wait a moment, I'll make you something delicious!"

She hugged him gently.

He hugged her back gently.

Watching the little sister hurried downstairs to the kitchen, the boy suddenly thought that Xia Ni's cooking last year was vaguely done by the chef of the hairy bear.

...

It turned out that the boy was overthinking. The little sister really did what she said. She said she would make delicious food, and she really made delicious food. The three of them sat together for lunch and shared a good time after a long time.

The pork pie was fried to a crisp and fragrant aroma, and the mushroom soup was just right. Although it was not as sumptuous as last year's last dinner, this homely style was more touching.

Listening to her talk about the process of promoting the stethoscope in the past year, and many stories of saving lives, the young man was proud of it.

When the conversation got to the happy part, Shani raised her glass, "Hey! By the way, I heard from Angouleme that you went to Oxenfurt University before, although you didn't find me, but you donated money to buy a degree in philosophy. Is that true?"

Hearing her say this, Victor's face suddenly turned black. He had planned to give the young lady a surprise, but he was exposed to have bought a degree. He secretly began to think about how to teach the person who told the truth a lesson, but it seemed that the young lady's expression was not contemptuous, but mostly funny.

She held her cheek with her hand and continued, "So now, since you two are also graduates of Oxenfort University, how should you address me?"

Seeing her sweet smile, at this moment, Victor suddenly realized that perhaps the reason why he wanted to show his Oxenfort degree was so that he could confidently say this to Shani in front of him -

"Hello, senior sister!" At the junction of spring and summer, Vizima, I, Victor, am back again!

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