Witcher's Atelier

In the morning, take a ferry across Lake Vizima. The Phantom Troupe disembarks at the pier and goes straight to the Swamp Forest Village where the speed of the Swamp Forest is achieved.

In the past year, relying on the drive of the logging zone, they have evolved into one of the few prosperous fishing villages on the south shore of Lake Vizima. At least the tavern that had cracks in the wall last year looks freshly painted this year.

Asking for a guest room, Victor and Angoulin got in and began to actively prepare for the war.

Last night, Lansmit said that the teenager would not believe everything about the imminent riots. Unexpectedly, the market research was shocked. Many civilians knew that racial conflicts had been frequent recently, but they turned a blind eye and seemed not to go. Pay attention and things will gradually disappear.

"Listen Angoulin, we are here to communicate with Yaiwen today, so remember, never initiate an attack unless absolutely necessary, but if you see him 'turning red', you can slap your leg as a warning."

The group leader gave instructions while stuffing several pieces of devil dust into the group members, and asked the girl to insert the buffing potions into her belt. Then Victor put his hand into the herbal bag, his eyes becoming dim and unclear.

"What's going on, Wick? You suddenly don't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Are you sick?"

After hesitating for a moment, the young man nodded in agreement, "It's considered a disease, lack of firepower phobia, the inventory of Honeycomb and Dancing Star is less than five... Although there are supplementary materials after the Foundry War, I took the time to make new products, The Kaer Morhen defense battle has been consumed again. I have been busy with enchanting recently and have no time to make explosive bombs. If I have to wait until later, I must blow up a road. I'm afraid there won't be enough. "

Angoulin said: "Crack!" The steel sword was half unsheathed, "Mr. Corleone, don't be nervous, the 'Golden Eagle' is happy to serve you!"

"It is true that you are very reliable, but sometimes the honeycomb is more convenient." Silently calculating the possibility of a jungle war breaking out, and the equipment strength of the two of them, Victor tapped his fingers on the table a few times, "It's still okay. , the chance of overturning the table is not high! Let’s go.”

…

Not long after, "Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh!" Amidst the sound, Angoulin and Victor ran away with their heads in their hands, huddled behind the tree trunk to avoid the rain of arrows.

After the two of them left the "Swamp Forest Village", they did not go east to the human logging area, but went south to approach the scope of the Scoia'tael's activities. As a result, not far into the jungle, the Phantom Troupe received a warm welcome. Finally, this time they were not alone. If a group member needs to jump down, the group leader can react on his own.

It’s really nostalgic! This was so damn familiar, Victor was so angry and funny, most of these elves were newbies, and they didn't even recognize him.

"Caelm, evelienn! N'aen aespar a me." (Calm down, everyone! Please don't shoot.)

"Essea Caer a'Muirehen wed Vatt'ghern." (I am a witcher's apprentice in Kaer Morhen.)

"Ceádmil, Wedd Dol Blathanna!"

After San Banaxe finished shouting, there was actually another paragraph after him. When he left the floating port last year, Toluvel pressed into his ear when he was leaving, reading each word to him, asking him to remember it firmly, and told him when he was ambushed by the Scoia'tael. , shouting out can save lives.

He had used it last year, but he couldn't remember it now.

Fortunately, the previous part is enough. When the tail notes fall, the effect is immediate, and the arrows fall silent under the command of the female voice...

Not long after, a female elf stood out from the trees alone, stood in the open space and said, "Is it you? Victor, my master demon hunter?"

Her voice was clear and hearty, and unexpectedly familiar. Angouleme and Victor looked at each other, and they both recognized this timbre.

He poked his head slightly from behind the tree trunk, and sure enough, a familiar old friend, the herbalist Toluvel whom he knew from the floating port, appeared in the swamp forest.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, shining on her smooth forehead and gorgeous tattooed eyebrows. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but she looks more beautiful than when she left last year.

Standing up, Victor slowly walked out of the tree trunk, allowing the elf girl to see his front clearly.

Put the palm of your right hand upward, place it on your chest, and salute gracefully and calmly, "Long time no see, Ms. Toruvel Aip Cecil, the witcher apprentice Victor Corleone greets you."

From the moment he saw her, the young man knew that there would be no fight today. After all, he and she were truly close friends because of music. The friendship was solid, of very good quality, and not watery at all.

Seeing Victor's face clearly, she smiled sweetly and brightly. The knife mark on the bridge of her nose proved it, and she could vaguely tell that she was young from last year - as expected, she really drank too much that night!

After waving her subordinates to put away their weapons, Toluvel took a few steps forward and hugged Victor face to face. The boy who was once shorter than her was now taller and stronger than her.

After they were slightly separated, the female gangster unceremoniously used her hands to grab Nailong's claws, "You have changed so much. Look at those chest muscles. If I hadn't heard you call yourself a witcher apprentice, I wouldn't have recognized you..."

Victor politely removed his hand, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Then Angouleme was called out, and the three of them came to the lakeside to reminisce about the past and exchange the reasons for the misunderstanding, only to learn about her current embarrassing situation.

Originally, Toluvel and the herbal camp she led were a teaching group directly under the command of "Francesca, the Duchess of Flower Valley". They were ordered to go out and teach the Scoia'tael privately about herbal medicine and farming knowledge.

But after leaving the floating port and coming to the vicinity of Vizima, the local Squirrel Party members had no intention of participating in the study. Instead, they were asked to temporarily put aside their teaching duties and join the cause of fighting Vizima.

They were unwilling to accept reorganization, so they set up camp alone in the wild.

But the city guards' policy on dealing with guerrillas was also tightened. Currently, each Squirrel Party "tail" can be exchanged for 20 Orens. For this reason, they have suffered many attacks from mercenaries and lost several companions, so they reacted violently at the beginning.

But if they had to give up their mission and leave, they would face the trouble of food shortage. Yawen obviously had ideas about the manpower of their camp and controlled their supplies very carefully.

Victor was speechless when he heard Toruvir's complaints. What a mess, what a mess...

In fact, Toruvir's experience was mostly due to being blamed, because for well-known reasons, the northern Squirrel Party maintained a distant and even malicious attitude towards the Duchess of the Valley of Flowers, Francesca, "Daisy of the Valley", and Findabe.

As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred──

All the Scoia’tael in the north can be said to be the remnants of the “Vrihede Brigade”, which was organized as a guerrilla force that caused great trouble to the northern countries during the last Nilfgaard War.

They once fought side by side with the “Daisy of the Valley” and were willing to die for her and to regain their hometown, the Valley of Flowers. At that time, Francesca’s title was still the “Queen of the Elf”.

Until the end of the war, when the victory and defeat situation between the North and the South reversed after the “Battle of Brunna”, in order to retain the fruits of victory, Emhyr and Francesca agreed to pay 32 officers of the “Vrihede Brigade” and hand them over to the North to vent their anger and hang them, in exchange for the recognition of Nilfgaard’s de facto annexation of Cintra by the countries and the establishment of the principality of the Valley of Flowers.

With the Treaty of Cintra, the elves finally regained their homeland. The former “Queen of the Elf” now rules Dol Bretanner as the “Duchess of the Valley of Flowers”.

Francesca fulfilled her promise to her compatriots to restore the elves, but most of the officers and subordinates who were sacrificed refused to return to the Valley of Flowers and preferred to continue guerrilla operations in the north.

Therefore, if the local guerrilla commanders were more nostalgic, Toruvir's camp would be respected and given sufficient supplies.

But Yaiwen's hatred for Francesca was even deeper than that of the direct victim of the floating port, the former commander of the Vrihede Brigade, the vengeful spirit "Iorveth", so their current situation was a deep quagmire.

From the side of the female elf's narration, the boy initially judged that Yaiwen was likely serious this time and planned to start a riot in Vizima and make Temeria feel pain.

His face was solemn, "Ah... How many floors do you have to carry a bag of rice!" (Feel the pain!)

"What did you say? Why don't I understand?" Turning to look at Victor, Toruvir was confused. As an elf, there were few times when she didn't understand what was said, and usually she was the only one who spoke in a language that others couldn't understand.

Angouleme had heard Victor's nonsense before, so she took the initiative to help explain: "This is a term used in Bell Town, which means 'feel the pain!' Because a bag of rice is heavy to carry several floors, so it will feel painful."

The leader came to his senses and was about to say that he made a slip of the tongue, but he didn't expect that the team members had already explained it, so he didn't add anything unnecessary.

"So if you can choose, you elves want to leave, right?" Victor asked seriously.

Toruweier nodded solemnly, "Yes, but without supplies, we can't go far."

"What are friends for? Angouleme and I will take care of the food! I won't lie to you, we make money in the city, usually wear gold and silver, and hold a big chicken leg in each hand, eat one and throw one away!"

When the boy spoke, he winked and his expression was lively, and the girl also responded with a crooked mouth beside him, and the female elf was immediately amused and laughed.

They splashed water and played by the lake, as if they were back to the time when they were still in the floating harbor last year. The unhappy parts were forgotten, and all that was left in their memories were beautiful.

…

In the afternoon, we politely refused to let Toruweier send someone to lead the way. She was a mud Buddha crossing the river, and we didn't know how the talks would turn out, so we shouldn't get involved.

Following the direction indicated by the female elf, the Phantom Troupe behaved very well this time. Not only were they not treated with bows and crossbows, but not long after they walked, there was a rustling sound in the bushes, and an unfamiliar scout appeared, bowed slightly, and led the way without saying a word.

Angoulême shook his head, and Wei Wanduo knew what he meant. It seemed that after not seeing each other for a year, Yawen, this old friend, had no intention of turning his face against him, or even if he had, the scout didn't know.

But no matter how meticulous the plan was, it would be exposed at the latest when it approached the camp. The ability of Eagle Vision to detect hostility covered a distance of 30 yards, which was really powerful.

If the wild girl climbed to the top of the tree and activated the eagle vision, the detection of spiritual light would even extend to 120 yards, which was completely the level of cheating in the map. With all kinds of adventures, sometimes the boy couldn't help but suspect that she had the fate of the protagonist of the world like Geralt or Ciri. The only shortcoming was that she didn't have "incredible alchemy"!

With brisk steps, as the three of them approached the camp, the rustling of the surrounding bushes became more and more dense. Angouleme frowned slightly, but did not overreact, but moved forward calmly. Noticing this situation, Victor put his worries aside.

With so many non-human groups in the camp, it is impossible that there are no elves who are hostile to the Phantom Troupe, but as long as the hostility is not very dense or approached in an organized manner, there is nothing to worry about.

The scouts did not hesitate. They quickly went deep into the camp. The tent door opened. The moment Victor saw Yawen again, he was filled with emotion.

This bastard wore leather armor decorated with bear hair, with a confident smile on his face. His signature phoenix eyes were still there, but his once dark and thick hair was now mixed with a lot of white hair.

He grinned, "Long time no see! My friend Victor, it's great to see you safe."

"In fact, if you hadn't harmed us, we wouldn't have needed to see each other for a long time." Victor sat down in front of him with a swagger, and noticed that there were many guards in the tent.

The elf's smile turned into a bitter smile, "I'm sorry for what happened."

"Maybe, but if time goes back, you will still do that, right?" After saying that, Victor sighed and gestured to the people around him, "Do we need so many people to accompany us when we talk?"

"Sorry I didn't notice. The sequelae of the bank incident last year made this head worth thousands of Oren. Many people want me dead!" Yawen touched his neck, with a self-deprecating tone, but he didn't mean to let his men leave.

The boy suddenly felt a little uncomfortable because the other party clearly did not trust him. In the past, the elves could take only one subordinate and cross half of the jungle with him to observe the way of hunting monsters. But at this moment in the camp, he would rather keep the guards with him!

But then again, Victor admitted that he had no right to blame the other party for not trusting him. After all, he himself had never believed in Yawen, and he did not believe in any "Hansa" leader!

Putting down his worries, the boy adjusted his tone to be brisk, "Retribution! Who told you to let so many feudal nobles hang in the balance!... Forget it, for the sake of our past friendship, can you tell me what you want to do now? You don't really want to provoke a war, do you?"

With his eyes narrowed, Yawen's smile was restrained, and his hands were folded.

...

It was getting dark in the evening.

A small boat, from the Swamp Forest Village to Vizima in the north, at the bow of the last boat, Victor sat cross-legged with his chin in his hand, recalling the conversation in the Squirrel Party camp.

Regarding that question, the elf did not give a direct answer, but suggested that the boy should leave if he had nothing to do, go to Redania in the north, Skellige in the west, Aedirn in the east, or Kaedwen in the northeast, any place is fine, just don't stay in Vizima, it seems that someone once suggested that he leave?

"Since you are so troubled? Why didn't you just kill him? There should be a chance if the bombs are fully unleashed!" Angouleme, who was sitting next to him, asked.

Looking around and seeing no one, Victor glared at her, "Kill him, and then be chopped into meat sauce by his men? Where do you get such a noble sentiment of selflessness? Tell me who poisoned you?"

Team member Koko laughed obscenely, probably because he saw the leader was troubled and made a joke to adjust the atmosphere.

Reaching out to mess up her hair, "And even if he succeeds, it's useless. He is the fire, not the firewood. If we kill one Yawen, there will soon be Yarwen. If we kill one Yawen, there will be Yashanwen and Yaswen.

Assassination without reason, falling into a cycle of hatred in vain, is meaningless. You are watching with Eagle Vision, even if we have different positions, he doesn't intend to kill us, right?"

Angoulême nodded and accepted the advice. If the other party is hostile, it is normal to counterattack preventively, but Yawen did not blush the whole time.

"The code of the brigade is to be chivalrous and punish evil and eliminate evil. Don't just think of yourself as a savior! Let's stand far away and keep a distance in this matter. It's more practical to help Toruweier get food first."

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