Witcher's Atelier

“…an unorganized and irrational short-term social interaction driven by the fanaticism of the crowd. Collective behavior is infected by group emotions, which can lead to deviant behavior and trigger social unrest…

…Learning from history, in the mass incidents in Vizima, we can see that under extreme circumstances, many people who should have been rational have become irrational, and people who should have been calm have become uncool, and even blind impulses have turned into bloodshed. event……"

In the bright and spacious classroom, the air-conditioning was 26 degrees and the students in the audience fell asleep again, making it difficult for the history teacher on the stage to be impassioned.

He had no choice but to come up with an exciting topic again, "The most famous example at that time was the conflict between Knight Patrick and the city guards outside the temporary hospital in the trade area. As we all know, Angoulême Corleone was fighting there. middle……"

The good-for-nothing wearing glasses immediately raised his hand to answer: "I, I know, the blood-stained robe and armor are red!"

Not to be outdone, the tall, fat boy sitting next to the loser with glasses stood up and raised his chest with his left hand, and then raised his right hand high: "I have no regrets in my life!!!"

"Wow!" The friends all cheered and applauded his passionate performance, and the classroom was instantly filled with joy.

The male student with triangular pyramid hairdo did not dare to correct him, but folded his arms and whispered quietly, "It is obviously 'I have no regrets in my life!'"

Shaking his head and smiling, the history teacher said kindly: "Dear students! What you say are all lines made up from video games or comics. They cannot be taken seriously. The results of killing a hundred people or killing a thousand people are even more exaggerated.

The teacher is here to tell you that in fact, according to historical records, Ms. Golden Eagle only killed more than fifty knights at that time..."

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One thousand two hundred and seventy years. summer. Afternoon thunderstorm.

"Bang!" A sudden loud explosion not far away temporarily put a stop to the sudden fight outside the temporary hospital.

The two sides returned to the confrontation, and there were seven or eight corpses of city guards lying on the ground, as well as about the same number of knights. But in theory, this battle loss ratio is impossible!

The knight's protection is based on chain armor, which has good resistance to cuts. Coupled with the iron plate jacket on several key parts such as breastplate, gauntlets, and leg guards, it has significant advantages. Most of the city guards only had chain armor and no iron coats. When faced with the heavy weapons used by knights such as hammers, flails or two-handed swords, the impact of being hit was enough to drink a pot.

The situation was indeed one-sided at the beginning. Several city guards were cut down in an instant, but... the judgment of the outcome of the fight was so simple, the winner stood! Loser, lie down!

The rain was pouring down, and the rain seeped into the armor. The coldness made the enthusiasm temporarily subside.

Patrick gasped and stared at Angoulaine hatefully, with a faint fear in his heart! It was this woman who was originally good at fighting but not mediocre. But when the knights took out their crossbows and aimed at her, she suddenly burst out with terrifying speed, turned around and dodged the crossbow arrows, and then used the armor-piercing steel sword in her hand. , giving chivalry both mental and physical trauma.

Swift as an eagle's sword breaks through armor! Either disemboweling them or cutting off their hands and feet, all the knights lying on the ground were chopped down by her violent attacks.

In the pouring rain, the girl squinted at the knight. The sword in her hand seemed stable, "Get out! That turtle shell can't protect you! Why don't you go back if the defense zone explodes?"

Although Angoulin said this in a domineering way, she was actually shocked by the power of the "Golden Eagle". The note left by the group leader only said that it would be enchanted with epic-level special effects, which would be automatically activated when she was in a desperate situation.

But she didn't expect it to be activated like this. The moment Hawkeye sensed that he was about to be shot into a hedgehog and screamed frantically due to danger, the world suddenly slowed down, or in other words, it became incredibly fast, with all-round strengthening of wrist strength and awareness. , just like drinking Wick's "three-piece potion set".

What's even more exaggerated is that when the "Golden Eagle" was originally slashed at the breastplate, it could only wipe out a spark, but now it directly opened the knight's heart.

The magnificent transformation from bronze to king is just a matter of seconds.

In the face of such incomprehensible drastic changes, people who do not understand the "characteristics of the void" will only have one explanation.

"So you are a battle mage, okay, hello..." The knight clenched his fists tightly, and his ugly face became more twisted and tangled. He suddenly shouted, "Angouleme Corleone! I swear, we will meet again. of!"

After speaking, Patrick turned around and led his men to run towards the place of the explosion, which was supposed to be their defense area, but he took away some of the knights.

Watching them go away, the girl let out a long breath, sheathed her sword, and sat proudly back on the front porch of the hospital to take shelter from the rain.

With such excitement, the surrounding guards suddenly felt like they were seeing heavenly beings, and they hurriedly lit a fire to warm Angouleme.

And she hid her slightly trembling right hand behind her back.

…

Plaza Natalis. In the frontline command post, no one among the nobles or even soldiers who passed by on his path dared to look at him.

Because of those mutated eyes, the nine black spots seemed to be alive, and the three-layered pupils not only looked weird, but the color was ominous and bright red, as if there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood beating inside.

Vincent, who leads the way side by side. Mace was quite calm, with a gentle tone and a friendly attitude, "I didn't expect that you would actually embark on this path and become a demon hunter."

Feeling Vincent's kindness, Victor can guess the reason, cheering for true love, Vizima is missing a werewolf vigilante.

He shrugged, "I thought I already said that when we first met."

The captain chuckled a few times, "I know, but you actually have better choices. It's not impossible to continue to be a mercenary or a bard, or even to be promoted to a knight or a noble. I think you should know that Angouleme helped us a lot last night, and solved several Likas that harassed the station. When this storm is over, the Phantom Troupe will almost certainly be awarded."

"It's my honor." The boy's tone was light, and there was not much honor.

"And don't mention your previous report when you see the mayor later. Because of some personal reasons, he accidentally ignored the report."

"Don't worry, I almost forgot about it."

As they talked, they walked to the vicinity of Mayor Verelard. The boy stopped in a corner, and Vincent went up to report to him, and then they walked to Victor together.

Curiously looking into the boy's eyes, Virerard said in a loud voice, "I haven't seen you for just one year, Mr. Victor. I didn't expect you to really become a witcher."

"Almost everyone I know will use this sentence as an opening remark when they meet, but I have never concealed that I will be one." Touching his chest as a greeting, the witcher smiled brightly, but his blood-red pupils were scary.

The well-informed mayor looked straight into the red eyes without any intention of avoiding. He enthusiastically took the boy's hand and said, "Anyway, I am sincerely relieved to meet a real witcher at this difficult time. In fact, I have a very important commission here that needs your help. Please do not refuse my request!"

Seeing this, Victor's smile became even brighter. It is said that when you are polite, you must ask for something. Virerard is so polite. Does he want me to die? Maybe I won't die, but it will definitely be a huge *trouble.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and the arc made Princess Yada unforgettable, "Respectable mayor, I am deeply moved by your sincerity, but I refuse. Before confirming the well-being of my friends, please forgive me for not being able to accept any requests."

One second, only one second, the witcher's eyes caught the anger on the mayor's face in just one second, from appearing to disappearing as short as a meteor, even making people think it was an illusion.

"You mean Ms. Shani, the friend you are talking about! The doctor took the initiative to go to the temporary hospital to treat the wounded. We are all very moved. Please rest assured that she is safe with the careful protection of Angoulan and the city guards!"

"Of course I believe what the mayor said, but I still say that I will not accept any commission before I see them with my own eyes and confirm that they are safe. Please understand. In fact, I am about to leave, regardless of whether you tell me where they are."

After speaking, subtle airflow swirled, and the corner suddenly became quiet in a noisy environment. Even Vincent, who had experienced many storms, felt embarrassed. Fortunately, the deadlock was broken by the fourth person.

"Wick! It's you. It's great to see you here. Oh my God! You have become a witcher. These eyes are really unique, but the blood-red color looks a bit scary."

The visitor was the long-lost Rose Knight Siegfried of Danso. He trotted over to hug the boy, and when he stood here, the innate friendly atmosphere washed away the grudge that was just about to form.

Then he let go of the witcher, facing Virerard and patting his chest, "Sorry, I'm meeting a long-lost friend. Siegfried of Danso, led 150 Flaming Rose Knights to report to the mayor."

Glancing at the witcher and then looking at the Rose Knight, Virerard stroked his belly, "You're just in time, Siegfried of Danso, now I'm sending you and your knights to escort the witcher Victor Corleone to the temporary hospital near the East Gate to meet Ms. Shani, and then escort him back. This is very important, you must do your best."

Villerard's order shocked everyone present. Vincent knew what was going on so he was relieved quickly. Siegfried didn't understand, and Victor was secretly shocked by the mayor's determination.

It was obvious that there was a mission that the witcher had to do, and it was full of difficulties, but since the other party had accepted his request in full and sent people to escort him back and forth, he had done this much, and refusing again would be an enemy.

Anyway, we should find them first, so the young man bowed slightly, "Well, thank you for the mayor's concern, I will be back as soon as possible." Then he took the Rose Knight's arm and dragged him outside.

In the command room, Vincent and Verelard watched Victor and Siegfried leave. He thought for a while, "Sir, the witcher's attitude just now may be a little stiff, but──."

The mayor waved his hand to interrupt, "I dealt with witchers more than ten years ago. People with ability are qualified to do this. As long as he is willing to do that, this offense is irrelevant. Go ask where the king is now..."

...

Victor walked forward in the rain, sighing at the long-lost fox pretending to be powerful. The last time he and the Rose Knight swaggered through the city with a large group of knights behind them, it seemed like a long, long time ago. A lot of things really happened in between.

Siegfried walked forward in the rain, happy to meet his old friend again. When he brought him to the command post, he never thought that he would be wronged because of this, escape from Vizima inexplicably, and then break into the great reputation of Duvakin in Skellige.

"By the way, how long ago did you mutate?"

"I left Vizima seventeen days ago to go to the field trial."

The Rose Knight counted on his fingers, "Really, it just happened to be the same time as mine. If you had left a few days later, I would have remembered your last image before the mutation."

The witcher combed his hair soaked with rainwater and put it back. "It's just like that. Isn't it good now? And if we leave a few days later, we won't be able to get back now. If a friend gets hurt, it will be a pity."

"... Don't worry. With Angouleme and the city guards protecting us, Dr. Shani's safety will definitely be fine. Besides, no rational person would want to hurt her. But this riot doesn't seem to be simple. I feel there are other conspiracies behind it! Looking back, there were signs of many things. I felt something was wrong when I returned to the city. Even the royal consultant didn't know where he ran away!"

Victor just listened to Siegfried's consolation. He had confidence in Angouleme, but he mentioned that the royal consultant was missing at the end. The boy couldn't pretend not to hear it.

"Wait! You just said that the royal consultant was missing? Was it Triss or Kayla?"

The Rose Knight glanced at the witcher strangely, a little surprised that he called the two sorceresses by their names without any honorifics.

"It's Ms. Keira Metz. I investigated and found that no one had seen her since she left Princess Adda's banquet more than ten days ago. I was commissioned by a sorceress to deliver special alchemical materials, so I found out that she was not at home."

The banquet more than ten days ago was the day she separated from me! ? The boy immediately figured it out. No wonder Foltest didn't respond to the warning, because the crisis didn't reach his ears at all!

So what about Keira! ? Where did she go? She couldn't leave on her own initiative, she could only disappear passively. Could it be that she knew too much so...

Victor clenched his fists.

The memories of being with her flashed through his mind. He had been despised by her, beaten by her, threatened by her, and cared for and protected by her... But the most profound picture in his memory was the proud little blond man, sitting on his abdominal muscles and showing off his power.

——I hope you are alive.

Silently in the rain, he finally approached the east gate of the trade zone, but at this moment, an explosion suddenly occurred in front of him, and then the residents fled in panic, and the situation suddenly fell into extreme chaos.

He quickly grabbed a few people who were running away and asked them, only to find out that the Squirrel Party had actually broken through the East Gate guarded by the Knights of the Flaming Rose and rushed into the trade zone to burn, kill and destroy!

Seeing Siegfried's nervous and tormented expression, Victor knew very well that he was struggling with himself, and could even guess what he was going to say next.

"Your next sentence is, I'm sorry, I'm going to save civilians!"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to save civilians!"

After that, the two smiled at each other.

Victor waved his hand to indicate that he was welcome, "I'll go to the temporary hospital and do what you should do!"

Siegfried knocked on his chest armor, "Thank you, Wick! When all this is over, let's have another drink together!"

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