Witcher's Atelier

The "Old Manor" located on an island in the lake southwest of Vizima City was once the royal government hall and the most glorious place in Temeria. However, it was abandoned many years ago when Princess Adda was cursed.

With few people noticing, it has now become the hideout of the Salamanders and the devil's experimental base.

At noon, walking through the ruins of the village and passing through the decaying iron fence to approach the mansion, you can hear endless wailing and arsenic groans, and the scene in the depths will make the cruelest butcher tremble. Perhaps this place is the hell mentioned in fairy tales.

Aza Javid, a Zerecanian, is making biological weapons here, using inferior, batch-produced green herb reagents.

Stepping into the alchemy room, the professor subconsciously covered his nose to block the pungent smell, "Aza! Victor, the rat from Zapopan, ran to the city guards and the Knights this morning and reported everything. ... The superiors have instructed that the plan should be accelerated and must be completed before..."

Shaking the test tube and glancing at the professor, Aza. Javid did not answer.

Seeing the mage's cold reaction, the professor scratched his hair in boredom, "And your judgment is wrong. Victor finally escaped from death, not killing the mage. It seems that our Mr. Albert has gone somewhere with the results and documents!"

This sentence aroused the interest of the Zerekanian: "Really? The people sent to investigate came back so soon?"

"No! It was the boy who reported the case who said it himself. But I think it is quite credible. If he killed the mage, there is no reason why he would not want to talk about it. If there is evidence, rather than empty words, our current pressure will be even greater. And the person behind him should be Keira Metz. Triss has been out frequently recently."

After listening to what the professor said, Aza put down the test tube, crossed his arms and fell into deep thought.

...

In the afternoon, at the Hairy Bear Tavern in the Temple District, Victor, Geralt and Dandelion sat at the bar drinking and chatting. At such a moment of reunion among old friends, "Vizima Champion" is the best opening choice.

After finishing a glass of beer, they continued to talk about their own preferences, pepper vodka, Beauclair white wine and warm milk, with mashed potatoes and marinated pork slices, they casually exchanged their experiences after separation.

Needless to say, the bard has been traveling around since they parted from Skellige, looking for new muses, which can be understood as walking from one gun position to another. It is worth mentioning that he met a special girl in Novigrad, who is also a bard.

Holding a wine glass in his right hand to toast Geralt and holding Victor with his left hand, Dandelion's eyes were hazy, "You...you don't know how good she sings lyric poetry! If you have a chance to go to Novigrad, you must go to the Kingfisher Inn to try it. Priscilla's "With You" is really amazing!... Of course, "Wolf Storm" is better because I wrote it!"

The witcher clinked glasses with him, and then the boy joined in the toast. After drinking this glass, the bard's eyes were straight, staring at the mashed potatoes and falling into philosophical thoughts. It is estimated that he needs to slow down.

Shaking his head and laughing, Geralt, who could drink much better, turned to toast Victor, "Thank you! Wick."

Clinking glasses, the boy's beard was gray, "Thank you for what?"

Patting his sword and leather armor, "Thank you for these magic equipment, Leo's grass trial, and... Angouleme and your concern for me..." When he said the last part, the witcher's tone was a little apologetic, about failing the girl's kindness.

The boy waved his hand, "...It's okay, don't worry about it. When you told me, I had already thought about what you meant. So, what did you gain during this period of traveling alone?"

Smiling to himself, Geralt tilted his head and drank the wine in the glass, and began to tell about his experience some time ago.

Originally in the suburbs, he wanted to complete the mission of the Eternal Fire Priest and get a pass normally.

But knowing that the "ghost dog" monster in the spirit world would entangle the guilty, the priest led people to surround the herbalist's house, claiming that the sinner was the witch Abigail, and wanted to drag her out and burn her to death. The little boy Yawen was also in the house at the time.

Terrified by the villagers' roars, Yawen suddenly disappeared without a trace, and then Geralt arrived in time and was forced to have a fierce conversation with the villagers with a sword.

Hearing this, Victor finally understood the reason for the strange atmosphere in the suburbs and the vague hostility towards strangers.

After a bloody conflict, several radical figures died, and the herbalist also chose to leave his hometown.

He obtained a pass from the priest's body, and then when he entered the city, Geralt was recognized as a witcher. Captain Vincent hired him to cooperate with the Rose Knight Siegfried to defeat the petrified chicken snake in the sewer.

After completing the task and leaving, the little boy Yawen suddenly appeared next to him again, so Geralt took Yawen to live in Triss's house.

Finally, the recent situation is that the witcher is tracking the whereabouts of the Salamander Gang's high-level with the assistance of the famous detective Raymond Maloyev.

After the sluggishness ended, the bard took a nap on the table, while the boy sorted out the essence of the witcher's words. The dross is omitted here. It can only be said that he lived up to his hidden title "Stallion of Rivia"... The dirty master lived an unusually comfortable life.

After comparing the two, Victor's information about the Salamander Gang was actually similar to Geralt's. At most, he helped to supplement some background information. The boy just picked up some content that he might be interested in to share.

As they chatted, the boy suddenly thought of an inconsistency in the White Wolf's statement, that is, what happened to the little boy Yawen? He suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared... Just as he was about to ask──

"──Meliteli's beard, Geralt, I really didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime, and you are still alive!"

The familiar loud voice belonged to Zoltan Ziva, who happily walked towards the three people and glanced at Geralt's confused look. Victor began to explain the situation and introduce each other to them.

Then the dwarf took over the boy's position and honestly told the White Wolf how they had established a deep friendship in the war.

Calculating the time, it was almost evening, and Victor waved to the boss.

The hairy bear boss Griffin approached with his belly protruding, "Long time no see, mercenaries who don't want to cause trouble, this time you come back to cause trouble, right?"

"Hahahaha, for the sake of Dr. Shani, save your joke for the next lucky person! Clear a big table for us, she will come soon." Victor said with a smile.

Without hesitation, Griffin chewed with his jaws like a boxer dog, "Doctor Shani!? Just one table? Do you need me to clear the whole store?"

His attitude was very serious, and the boy smiled and shook his head, "I'm here to relax, it's lively only when the environment is lively, a big table, thank you."

The boss nodded and left to set up.

After drinking the milk, Victor looked at the door. Last night, Angouleme said that when Shani got off work, he would come to the Hairy Bear with her to drink with Zoltan. The senior wanted to meet this interesting dwarf.

The conversation came from his ears. The dwarf was talking about how he fought side by side with the witcher and fought against the mob in Rivia. It is estimated that he will soon talk about how Geralt died heroically.

The door of the tavern was pushed open.

"Zoltan! I'm here!" Seeing someone from a distance, Angouleme immediately shouted loudly.

The dwarf jumped off the chair and rushed forward in two steps. "Oh, my dear, come and show old Zoltan, have you lost weight?"

Victor waved to her, and Shani waved to him.

...

At night, in the deepest room of the second floor corridor of the Hairy Bear, the central table was filled with the chef's elaborate delicacies.

The main course was roasted basil chicken thighs, lightly fried ducklings, baked wild boar tenderloin, and beef stewed in Madina red alcohol. The side dishes were a large pot of mashed potatoes, buns and matching Banrudar cream, Kariyas cabbage soup, and pumpkin cookies for dessert.

Pushing the door open, the boy sat at the table and folded the napkin on his legs.

"It's been a long time since I last met you, Mr. Lansmeet." He naturally raised the Vizima champion to toast the other party.

The leader of the Ram Gang spit out a bone and raised his glass to drink. "Victor, where did you learn your table manners? The set looks very similar, but shouldn't the napkin be tied around your neck?"

He picked up the tender meat of the baked wild boar back, which was rich in sauce and full of juice when chewed. "It's a habit developed in my hometown, don't worry about it. Why did you invite me up?"

He wiped his mouth with the napkin around his collar. "Nothing, I learned that an old friend was downstairs, so I invited him up to chat."

Ignoring the social language, Victor drank a sip of beer as if he didn't hear anything and continued to attack the Martina red alcohol stewed beef.

How rude! The men standing behind the Ram Gang leader wanted to scold him immediately when they saw this, but Lansmit raised his hand to stop them.

Tactical retreat, "Salamander Gang! It is said that you reported to the city guard post today that they were conducting terrorist experiments." As he spoke, the long, twisted and winding scar on his head was quite eye-catching.

Lifting a corner of the napkin to wipe his mouth, Victor looked up and looked at him, "Yes! They are conducting very vicious experiments, which may produce very dangerous... creatures."

"Thank you! For what you have done."

"If you want to thank me, give me some alchemical materials! For example, Zericania Explosive Powder."

Lansmit: "I will try my best to meet your needs, but there is one more thing I need to let you know, about the Squirrel Party outside the city──."

"──I don't know them." Victor interrupted, his face as gloomy as water.

The leader of the Ram Gang raised his hand and pressed down, "Don't worry! Don't get me wrong, I just want to share information with you. Let me finish, and you can do whatever you want afterwards."

Getting the boy's tacit consent, he said in a heavy tone, "You just came back, and you may not have noticed it yet, but recently the conflict between humans and non-humans in the city has become more and more intense, and the Squirrel Party outside the city has been fanning the flames and vaguely providing weapons.

The current situation is unprecedentedly bad. I think there is a possibility of a large-scale riot. At that time, the human race will certainly be hurt, but the suppression after the reaction will not be easy for the non-human race..."

After a while, Victor walked down the stairs. Lansmeet was obviously desperate, or desperate, and he made it known to everyone to work together to prevent the riot from happening as much as possible.

Before entering the city, Zoltan's experience in the suburbs was replayed. At that time, if he hadn't helped, the punk-headed dwarf should still win, but if it had been another dwarf, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Maybe he was just shaved off his beard and suffered an insult comparable to being cuckolded, but it is not ruled out that the violence would escalate and even develop to the point where blood splattered five steps away.

Originally, whether there was a riot or not, it could be said that it had nothing to do with Victor. He was a passing Bell Town villager, and he didn't care what Temeria wanted!

But I remembered that I had made a great wish not long ago. Seeing that Willen might become a miserable world, I would do my best to help Temeria and save them from being destroyed.

And now it seems that if there are heavy casualties in this riot, will it be the main cause of the country's destruction? After all, the fortress is always breached from the inside.

Not to mention the favor of Keira Metz. Although she was angry when they met last time, she was willing to take risks for him, which was very kind. Thinking back, I can't help but feel a little grateful.

To measure a person, we should not listen to what she says, but see what she does. Judging from her actions, the sorceress should be considered a friend, a good friend.

Let's go to the swamp area to talk to Yawen first, at least to confirm whether it is routine harassment or a real intention to start a riot. Given that he got himself into trouble and escaped from Vizima last year, it should not be a problem for him to give an answer.

Observing the first floor of the Hairy Bear Tavern, only Geralt was left at the originally lively party table, and a new familiar face opposite - Mrs. Carmen. She occasionally appeared here, probably to ask for additional details on exorcising the curse, but Victor didn't care.

Turning in another direction, it turned out that Zoltan, Angouleme and Shani were playing dice poker with other guests, shouting loudly regardless of winning or losing.

Looking at the blushing smile of the senior sister, the boy stepped over to join them, but unfortunately Dandelion's face was already in front of him.

He pulled Victor to indicate that he had something to say, so the two walked outside the house. The moon was still full tonight.

Standing under the starry sky, the bard held the railing with his hands, posing to create an atmosphere, but Victor didn't want to spoil him. It was a rare opportunity to play dice with Shani.

"I'll go in first!" After speaking, the boy turned around and was about to go back, but Dandelion quickly reached out and grabbed him.

"You know what I'm going to say!"

"I know, but I've made up my mind about this matter!"

"As a senior, I want to share with you a truth of life!"

"I don't want to hear it, your life is a mess!"

The bard was speechless... but he didn't let go of his hand, and Victor didn't shake it off.

After a while, "I remember... last year you said you wanted to mutate because you wanted to have the right to say 'no' to anyone! Is it the same reason now?"

"Well, that's still the main reason, but this year there is a more specific goal..." A slight pause.

Then, under Dandelion's gaze, Victor said calmly: "If I encounter unquestionable evil, I must have the power to kill evil!"

"You want to bring justice to the world?"

"No... don't get me wrong, I just want to chop bad guys, chop a lot of bad guys, and then not be chopped to death!"

The bloody bard in the words didn't care, just thought the boy was joking.

I don't want to talk to a man tonight, so Victor grabbed Dandelion's arm with his backhand and dragged him back into the hairy bear.

At this time, in the lively tavern, the host was working hard to introduce the powerful champion candidates and challengers of the Iron Fist Tournament, and the degree of exaggeration was no less than that of the past.

Then Victor was surprised to find that Geralt was also standing on the ring, and the boxer who was about to fight him was a boxer named Butter Bean!

Letting go of Dandelion, he stepped forward and pulled Shani, smiling and approaching the bet taker to place the bet.

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