Witcher's Atelier

Passing through the Theodora Pass, the Phantom Troupe arrived at the confluence of the Nevi Valley and the Sansredo Valley. Located here is "Belhaven", which belongs to the Nasser Province of the Nilfgaard Empire and leads south to Towson. Special Principality.

Belhaven is not a particularly wealthy place, but it is surrounded by large and small open-pit and underground mining sites. Iron ore mining is the mainstay of the economy here.

Therefore, there were two pieces of equipment named after Belhaven in the game, Belhaven's Breastplate and Belhaven's Blade, and the latter was one of the best steel swords.

Victor, who visited the local area, would certainly not miss the opportunity to purchase high-quality iron ore. He had learned the basics from the armor-casting master Yuna. Although he was not an excellent forger, he was confident that he was an expert in mineral processing.

In addition, the local health management is also doing a good job, so Angouleme, who received a 30% salary increase, is happy to wander around, buy food and drink, and then return to the hotel in the evening. However, the scene she saw when she entered the room frightened her, and she had to do it on the spot. Will roll.

─The will test was passed, and the girl did not scream.

Her leader──the generous and wise Victor. Mr. Corleone was leaning against a beam and meditating with his eyes closed. He was holding a piece of meat in one hand. Judging from the tail feathers, it was the buttocks of a petrified cockatrice. He was holding a piece of iron ore in one hand, which was still stained with mud. His face was extremely greasy. The idiot smiled.

The picture was so beautiful that the group members turned their heads and said, "Ahem, cough, cough, Wick, I'm back!"

Opening his eyes, Victor motioned Angouleme to sit down at the table, with a smile on his lips. If he wanted to describe it specifically, it would probably be as bright as the "Kin Curator" in the emoji.

"I'm back just in time. I have two pieces of news to share with you. Which one do you want to hear first? One is good news, and the other is still good news!"

The leader of Xindao got sick again, and Angoulin was helpless. However, because of the salary increase she had just received, she still raised her two thick eyebrows like caterpillars, gritted her teeth, and her face was twisted, fully demonstrating her thoughtful acting skills.

"I decided... to hear the good news first!"

"You want to hear the good news first, no problem!" Victor showed the bloody and smelly piece of meat on his left hand up close. "The good news is, look at this feathered cockatrice butt. Note that it is not a chicken butt. It contains a very rare void characteristic. This is the first time I have discovered it so far. Sure enough, good intentions are rewarded. We will kill more rare monsters in the future!"

Angoulin covered his nose to block the stench, "What is the characteristic of void that is so powerful? And don't you find the smell unpleasant?"

His eyes pointed at the vial on the table, "Don't worry! I don't feel uncomfortable at all because I have applied nasal congestion agent, and I want you to ask for another good news!"

Picking up the nasal congestion medicine and applying it to the philtrum, the girl poked her chin at the iron block on the boy's right hand, "Is this another piece of good news?"

The boy laughed loudly: "That's right! As expected of you, you are absolutely right, 'The Voice of Ore'! I can hear the sound of ore. After so many ups and downs, I have finally grown again. Don't worry, let me explain." Let me tell you how awesome it is.

For example, this piece of iron in my hand, although it is just an ordinary piece of iron, it is actually an iron piece with a dream. It is determined to become an axe. If you use it to forge an axe, there is a high probability that it will produce a good product.

Moreover, it comes with two void characteristics, namely improving quality and increasing sharpness. After it is forged and then stimulated by my guidance, I can guarantee that it is at least a sophisticated axe, and may even be an epic! "

Although it sounds very powerful, Angouleme is used to communicating with Victor. The more beautiful the cakes he draws, the more he has to watch out for pitfalls.

The girl's face was expressionless, "It sounds like it's very powerful, but what's the price? Or what are the restrictions?"

The young man stood up and walked towards the cauldron, "Don't be so nervous. There is no other problem. The price is 'time' and the limit is also 'time'.

Because the sound of the ore is still very vague, it takes a long time to identify it before you can clearly hear what it is saying. Just like this piece of iron ore, if it hadn't shouted so loudly, I wouldn't have even noticed that I had the "voice of the ore".

Tsk tsk, alchemy is very time-consuming to begin with, but now coupled with listening training, sword training and bodybuilding, there is not enough time every day. Fortunately, I have a long life and can slowly accumulate it! "

Hearing Victor's complaint, Angouleme was slightly startled. He suddenly forgot about the void properties of the cockatrice's butt, and turned to ask about another matter, "Wick! After becoming a witcher, you probably will now How long do you live? Will your appearance change next? I mean how fast you age."

Standing in front of the cauldron, he took back the pieces of meat and iron. "Crash!" Victor poured a large bag of Oren gold coins into the cauldron.

"Why are you asking this? If I don't seek death, I can conservatively estimate that I will live for four to five hundred years! As for the appearance, using Vesemir or the elves as a reference, I will first grow normally to about twenty-five years old, and then the appearance will be It will take two hundred years to be finalized, and then every hundred years it will increase by ten years, until it is finalized at the age of fifty-five, and it will not change until you die, that’s about it.”

After saying this, he had a mixing rod in one hand and a gold florin in the other. The alchemist began to concentrate on cooking the money, so he didn't pay attention to the thoughtful expression on Angoulaine's face when he heard his answer.

There is a reason why Victor is so attentive. First of all, he is not familiar with Florin's black sun pattern. Secondly, according to Capital Theory, if there is a 20% profit, capital will be ready to move; if there is a 20% profit, capital will be ready to move; If there is a profit of 50%, capital will take risks; if there is a profit of 100%, capital will dare to risk hanging; if there is a profit of 300%, capital will dare to trample all laws in the world.

Although he is not a capital, he can get 900% profit by turning Foltest's profile into a black sun pattern...

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"I want to take you to see a place, a world that only exists in fairy tales."

──Geralt of Rivia

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Travelers from the northern countries will feel as if they are walking into a fairy tale when they step into Toussaint for the first time. There is no bad weather here, even in winter it is often cloudless and only a gentle breeze blows.

Thanks to the good climate, the woods and bushes on this land are full of juicy fruits all year round, saving residents from hunger. It is also an environment suitable for grapevine production, coupled with abundant oak barrel resources. The high-quality red wine produced is world-renowned.

People who do not have to worry about survival problems know etiquette and honor, have enough room to pursue romantic poetry and sweet love, maintain the traditional knight culture, and are friendly and warm to travelers, making the Principality of Toussaint also known as "Wine and Wine". "Love" country.

The capital of the principality, Beauclair, is not a good place to discuss business due to its never-ending wine singing and festive atmosphere.

Therefore, any businessman with a little bit of knowledge knows that truly smart business is not done in the city, but in the various wine estates within the territory or in small settlements centered around taverns.

It was nearing the end of summer. In the Petrified Cockatrice Tavern, which was frequented by businessmen and travelers, two knights in their prime were enjoying scallion pie, pate sandwiches, Conrad Castle Cabernet red wine and delicious... Crawfish Chowder.

"Ah... it's so amazing. Who can tell me what the queen of Keldro is thinking about?" Milton, who swallowed the onion and salt pie, had a bald head and a plump beard. Germany. Baron Perapelan raised his glass and said.

Knight Palmerin, who is also bald but has Elvis sideburns. Raunfar raised his glasses and clinked his glasses, "God knows! But this is indeed a good thing. Even the islands have begun to understand the value and value of knights. We should be happy."

"Please! Palmyrin, are you serious when you say that? Where can Skellige have a living space for knights? I heard that their horses are used for farming, and she doesn't even know that the knight she canonized has gone to No way! I just thought it was a funny joke."

"Be cautious, Ser Pera Perrin, the 'Enlightened Lady' won't like what you say! She believes that the appearance of Queen Skellige is a welcome improvement, symbolizing that the Islands will become less barbaric and more... How do you say that word...civilized rationality."

The two nobles laughed heartily and then tasted the delicious food.

Someone suddenly approached unexpectedly, and a cautious and polite voice came, "Sorry, travelers from far away salute you. As soon as I entered the door, I heard two noble knights seem to mention Skellige. I just left there not long ago. May I ask about the Islands?" What happened?"

Palmerin and Milton looked at the visitor and suddenly felt strange and interesting.

This is a young man with four knife marks on his face. His calm attitude and appropriate conversation all reveal a true aristocratic demeanor, but his mutated pupils - he is a witcher!

In Toussaint, although there are still a few people who are hostile to witchers, in terms of the proportion of the civilian class, it is about one-tenth of that in other places, and when they rise to the aristocratic class, there is basically no prejudice or even respect.

So Palmerin pulled out the chair and said, "Please take a seat, gentleman from afar. If you don't mind condescending, maybe you are willing to share the food with us. I am Palmerin Lawnfar, and he is Milton." ．Pera Peran.”

"Victor, Victor from Bell Town." The witcher nodded in thanks and sat down calmly.

"You're welcome, Mr. Victor, you must try this crayfish chowder, special to the Petrified Cockatrice Tavern, an unrivaled delicacy in Toussaint!" Milton, with a plump beard, was enthusiastic and cheerful.

Palmerin knocked on the table, "He's right, don't doubt it, you must drink this when you come to this pub."

The waiter who was called quickly arranged the tableware, and Victor raised his wine glass to toast the two knights, then filled a plate with crayfish and chowder soup, and ate it with the scallion pie. It was indeed delicious.

After confirming that the guests had eaten well and clearing their throats, Palmerin began to tell, "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just an anecdote. Do you know the newly elected queen of Skellige, Ms. Kerris, not long ago?"

"I know you. I was honored to attend her coronation ceremony." He served as her mount after the ceremony. Thinking of the queen who insisted on being on top the whole time, Victor smiled knowingly.

"Ms. Caris sent a note to all countries. Skellige canonized Victor Corleone from the east of Serikania as an honorary knight. The capital of the fiefdom is Keldro. This is an incredible honor!

You must know that Skellige has never had the tradition of knighting in the past, so he became Skellige's first and only knight! It seems that this lucky guy has the same name as you. "At this point, Palmerin paused and picked up the wine glass to soothe his throat.

Milton continued: "As for the interesting part, it is well known that the horses of Skellige are used for farming, and they have almost no war horses, so some mean bards have fabricated that Mr. Victor is a boar rider who is good at riding wild boars!"

After listening to the first half of what Palmerin said, Victor just found it funny, and after hearing the second half of what Milton said... it was even funnier! Sure enough, regional prejudice is everywhere.

Seriously speaking, Skellige does have war horses. Swani is very good at charging into battle, and her hand flail fighting skills are even more powerful on horseback. However, most of the time they use Viking warships to come and go like the wind, and it seems that they have no war horses.

By the way, am I considered an honorary knight of Caris? It's not very realistic. Maybe it was because she learned that Angouleme was awarded the title of Temerian Knight that the queen remembered to register herself under her name, otherwise there is no need to add the title of knight to the good "Duwakin". No one in Skellige cares about "knights" at all.

After analyzing the whole thing, the witcher then put it behind his mind. The battle of water ghosts or ghouls was not suitable for accompanying the meal, so he shared his experiences of the snow-capped mountains and hot springs of the archipelago with the two knights. The vivid description made them listen with relish.

Good times are always short. Seeing that the meal was about to end, there was suddenly a noisy sound at the door. Victor heard Angouleme's loud voice yelling, "I'm not talking nonsense! I tell you that this head is not a petrified chicken snake at all. It's just a poor imitation made of pheasant, weasel and pig body parts!"

The witcher blinked. He knew what the girl was talking about. Before entering the door, he noticed that there was some kind of wonderful splicing specimen hanging at the entrance of the hotel. Although the craftsmanship was quite delicate, the stitches could not hide from the extraordinary vision of seeing the slightest. Then he vaguely heard the news about Skellige, so he let her move freely.

"Sorry, I need to leave for a while. The one who had the quarrel should be my companion." After apologizing, Victor stood up and walked to the door, intending to stop Angouleme's shouting. Although it was not a petrified chicken snake, he had a ready-made trophy in his herbal bag, but there was no need to embarrass him or give him bad business.

When passing through the crowd, the witcher badge suddenly trembled. Victor looked around and glanced at a young woman in a cloak. Then he walked to Angouleme, who was arguing with several drinkers about the authenticity of the head.

But before Victor could speak, Milton, who went out later, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Prophet Lebioda, Angouleme, is it you, little monkey?"

The appearance of the noble knight temporarily shocked other voices. Staring at Milton's face, Angouleme suddenly stretched out his finger, "Ah! It's you, Uncle Beard!" Then he pointed to Palmerin next to him, "And Uncle Sideburns! Why are you here?"

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