Witcher's Atelier

"Hurry up, you damn guys! Hurry up! Get him in!"

Unaffected by the confrontation between the knights and the city guards, people were still coming and going at the entrance of the hospital. Some people were carrying injured patients, and there were several people who came with them.

Turning a blind eye, Angouleme allowed them to enter, and there was order within.

Not long ago, the girl came here to protect Shani. The girl was quite curious at first and watched with interest, but she was soon deeply shocked by the scene she saw.

After taking over the job of the chief surgeon, the senior who directs the medical staff is completely different from usual!

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"Gentlemen and ladies, we are very gratified. We have successfully removed the small intestine, colon, kidneys, and completed the liver suturing operation. It only takes a few seconds for the damn riots to turn people like this, but it takes us so long to work. I want to say Philosophers should study why. Please stitch up the patient!"

"But Ms. Shani, I've never had a wound sutured!"

"There will always be a first time. Are you still suffering from phimosis? Go and sew the red with the red, the yellow with the yellow, the white with the white. Just sew it like this, and you won't go wrong!"

Listening to the side, Angoulin, who graduated from the Department of Philosophy, felt that it was very meaningful to think about it. She was sure to cause more serious injuries in a few seconds, but the treatment would take a long time.

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"You bastard!" Shani backed away from the operating table, waving her blade and cursing, "Damn it! Why? Why does it have to be like this?"

No one could answer her question. Bartina, the mage responsible for casting medical spells, blinked. Spier lowered his head like a quail. Angouleme sniffed.

The girl who was pulled in to help stared at the wounded man who had just died, while the wounded man stared at the air, his eyes glazed over.

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The knight with the flaming rose on his armor shouted: "Hey, you! Doctor! Come and help!"

"I'm very busy," Shani said without raising her head. "Put him on the stretcher first. I'll go see him when I'm done."

"Don't worry about that damn inhuman race. Today's riots are all caused by them. Come here and treat Sir immediately, you damn quack! You must know that this is the noble Viscount Selian!"

"Shut up! This hospital," Shani raised her voice. She was angry now because a fragment of the bow tip was stuck in the dwarf's intestines, and the knight was yelling at her, distracting her from using the forceps. "All men are equal. At least on my operating table."

"What?"

"Don't you understand?" Shani continued to rummage through the wound with tweezers, "I don't care whether I am helping an inhuman race or a human to remove the iron pieces from the body, and I don't care how noble your Viscount is! Anyway, I'm right To me, everyone lying on the operating table is of equal value."

"What do you mean?"

"It means your viscount has to line up!"

"You damn bitch!"

"That's it, Spier, take a hemostat and clamp this artery. Do me a favor, Patina, use some magic and don't let him move so much!"

The neglected knight gritted his teeth and took a step, his armor clanking.

"You bitch!" he shouted, "do you know what you are doing? You are committing murder!"

"Shut up, Patrick." The seriously injured noble said weakly, "The doctor is right, shut up, leave me here, and then go back to fight, remembering the virtues of knights."

"But Your Excellency! I can't..."

"This is an order!"

Suddenly there was another loud explosion in the distance, arousing some kind of panic. Roaring and fighting, crazy shouts and the snorting of horses seemed to be right next to their ears. The wounded wailed in unison with different voices.

And amidst these mournful cries, Viscount Selian died without waiting for treatment. Angouleme noticed that the knight left with resentment while holding the noble's body.

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Looking at the injured patient who had been disembowelled, the doctor's hands and feet kept busy, and his mouth continued to mumble.

"Angouleme, do you think this looks like hot pot? The kind that Wick gave us last time. Look! It's colorful and decorated with so many pieces! Dear Patina, have mercy and use your magic. Magic, let him calm down for a while! He keeps struggling like this, there's nothing I can do! Spier, hold on to the damn hemostat! Oh no, Ann, are you asleep? Tight! Harder!"

Breathing heavily, Angoulin swallowed hard, feeling like he was about to faint.

She couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't stand the smell anymore - the horrible smell of blood, vomit, feces, urine, undigested intestinal contents, sweat, fear and death.

The cries and lamentations came one after another endlessly, and pairs of bloody and sticky hands stretched out towards her, as if the girl was their savior, able to save them and take them out of this hell...

"Bandage! Cotton swab! Hemostat! Not this way! Spier! Be careful what you do! I swear if you make another mistake, I will hit your head with a hemostat! Do you hear me? I will hit your head! "

Shani's rebuke was not directed at herself, but Angoulin knew very well that her performance was worse than that of her male assistant.

This is not the place I should be, she thought. What I can do here is no better than an ordinary person. There must be a job that is more suitable for me.

For her, the accumulating fatigue and pressure were more painful than cutting people. What was even more frightening was that the wounded were still being sent in... all kinds of wounded.

"Whoa! This is a lucky girl, she's getting better! Get another hemostat, Angouleme. Here, clamp the blood vessel! Well done, Spier, keep it up! Patina, rub it Your eyes and face. And mine..."

Finally taking advantage of this short gap, Angouleme grabbed a nurse to replace him, then sat on the steps outside the door to clean the steel sword, and transferred to the promising job of "gatekeeper".

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She recognized him. He was the knight who sent a certain nobleman not long ago. The name of the viscount seemed to be Sethian or Therian? In short, he was seriously injured and died before he could be treated.

The pale-skinned middle-aged knight in front of him now had a thin face with sharp nasolabial folds, thin eyebrows twisted up, and sinister eyes.

In fact, the girl does not have to stop these knights. Although their spectrum is biased toward red in Eagle Vision, the color is very light, indicating that the hostility is not mainly directed at herself or Shani.

And to everyone else in the makeshift hospital? ..., she suddenly guessed what this guy wanted to do with bringing people here. If she put herself and the leader in his shoes, maybe she would also want to kill the inhuman race.

But this will cause chaos and make the senior sister's hard work go to waste!

Recalling what she saw in the hospital, she took a deep breath and stared into the other person's pupils, "I am Angouleme Corleone, knight. What's your name?"

Recognizing that the girl was the assistant inside, the other party narrowed his eyes in surprise and coldly replied, "Patrick de Vize."

How foolish of me to do this, Angoulin thought.

She slowly drew out her weapon, and the golden eagle blocked it with her sword, "Knight Patrick, I know what you want to do, but this way is blocked!"

The clouds are gathering and a heavy rain is coming.

When he found someone drawing a sword, the onlookers dispersed, and Patrick sneered: "Little girl, do you understand what you are doing? You are drawing a sword against a group of fully armed knights!"

A knight seemed to recognize Angoulême and came forward to whisper a few words to Patrick. The sinister knight's expression changed.

Raising her two thick eyebrows, the girl exhaled and shouted, "I am Angouleme of the Phantom Troupe! If you must go there, you can only step on my body!"

Patrick laughed loudly, "Hahaha, how interesting, Golden Eagle Angouleme! Since he is a mercenary with a reputation, he must be willing to die when he draws his sword against the knight!"

Snapping his mask shut, he shouted, "Knights! Forward!"

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"Killing is always killing, regardless of motive or circumstances. Anyone who has killed someone, or prepares to kill someone, is a villain and a criminal, no matter what status they have: king, prince, marshal, judge...even if they think carefully before committing violence are no better than ordinary criminals because, by their very nature, all violence inevitably leads to crime.”

——"Meditations on Life, Happiness and Prosperity"

The first president of Oxenfurt University. Philosophy tutor. Negedim de Bute

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Dark clouds covered the sun and the sky was gray, just like her mood.

She was once a happy twelve-year-old girl with a loving father, an honest leather merchant, a gentle and kind mother, and a loving and honest housewife.

Although their family's life in Vizima is not considered wealthy, living in the temple area is already a pretty good condition.

But all of that was lost in the riots. Her home was set on fire, her father fell to the ground and was kicked and beaten, and her mother was also pressed into a haystack and tortured.

With tears streaming down her face, she recognized that the ones who did it were the uncles who often brought leather. It was obvious that they were not like this at ordinary times. They were all very amiable and would bring candies for her.

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"Find Shani and Angoulin, and help others when you can."

This is a very rational idea. Victor originally thought it would be easy to do, but it was extremely difficult to implement. Especially when he saw five men surrounding a little girl, preparing to embarrass her up and down, left, right, and front, the young man definitely felt There are some things that just sitting there and doing nothing is a crime!

──Monster! Damn you!

Pulling out the Flame Strike, the boy did not shout a warning, but stepped forward and attacked from behind, slashing open the backs of the two men's necks.

The other three who heard the screams quickly drew out their weapons and planned to fight back, including pitchforks, swords and axes. However, they immediately felt that their movements were difficult and slow, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

This is the effect of the "Seal of Arden". Victor's five fingers are spread out, and the index and ring fingers are tilted back to form a concave seal. Centered on the casting location, enemies within a certain distance will be slowed down by the magic that blocks their movement.

Then it was like a killing show in a Japanese movie. The three men with pitchforks, swords and axes swung their weapons in slow motion, while Victor walked freely and smoothly between the three men, instantly covering the ground with their entrails.

There was a thunderclap, lightning flashed, and big raindrops began to fall.

Finally, the girl he saved did not scream this time. Victor sheathed his sword, took out his cloak from the herbal bag and covered her mother. She seemed to be dying, but she would survive.

Her father got up and panted to thank the boy, but when he saw those eyes, his voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.

"Uh...are you...a witcher?" the leather merchant asked stammeringly.

When doing business in a big city, the leather merchant has of course seen witchers before, but this is the first time he has seen such a special one in front of him.

The blue pupil is still round, but there are three layers of concentric circles inside, and then nine small black dots are evenly distributed on the three layers of circles.

If Victor were to explain it himself, there is a special term for this, called "Reincarnation Sharingan", or "Nine Magatama Reincarnation Eye". Corleone, that bastard, is only two years old, and he is hopelessly immature.

The boy nodded and said in a low voice: "Help your wife up and follow me. I will take you to the trade zone to hide."

After speaking, Victor turned around and walked forward in the rain, no longer looking at their family. The "continuous killing pleasure" is indeed extraordinary. Unlike the excitement of killing the big bad guy, the accumulation of small happiness is also good, making him energetic now.

But the side effects are also very strong. Just now, at a certain moment, he had an idea to chop off the remaining three victims. Although the impulse was immediately suppressed, killing people really needs to be restrained.

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"Killing should be restrained!"

The boy thought so in his heart, but since he had started, it was difficult to convince himself to return to watching people die without helping. After one or two times, he simply gave up on himself and drew his sword to help when he saw injustice!

So when he finally led the leather merchant to the central city gate, their team had expanded to more than 20 people, a very rare mixed team of non-human races and humans. They kept a distance from each other, and subconsciously kept a distance from the witcher.

Jesolo, the captain in charge of guarding the central city gate, knew Victor and moved the sandbags to let them pass, but he was still surprised to find that he was escorting so many refugees. Of course, he was even more shocked by his eyes.

"Mr. Victor! What's wrong with your eyes...?"

"Witcher." Victor answered briefly. His breathing was rapid, but it was not because of fatigue, but because he was restraining the power of the wild that was about to be suppressed.

"Are you okay! You look very bad, your eyes are red, do you need to rest here?" asked the captain.

Victor shook his head and refused. Although the "kill streak thrill" was troublesome, good intentions really paid off, because the clues lost in the rain actually re-smelled the fragrance of rowan flowers in the doorway.

"Did Ms. Shani pass by here? Is there anyone with her?"

"Ah... How do you know! Yes, Ms. Shani and Ms. Angouleme passed through here to the trade zone last night. The doctor asked me where there was a temporary hospital. What a respectable lady."

"Where are they now?"

"I asked the guards to escort them to the front-line command post, which is opposite Natalis Square and Vivaldi Bank. The mayor and the captain are there."

Finally getting accurate information, Victor patted Jesolo on the shoulder and pointed to the corpse of Lika next to him, "Thank you, and be alert, there may be more dangerous monsters."

Take out the energy soup and the tawny owl to replenish your physical strength, and the witcher continues to move forward.

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