Witcher's Atelier

Although he had known that Angoulaine had lived in this country throughout the winter, Victor found that he had underestimated her. The connections she had established throughout the winter far exceeded his expectations.

Palmerin. Lawnfar and Milton. The two nobles of Pera Peran are both white wolves. Geralt's old acquaintance was just acquaintance and respect. In comparison, they preferred the pistachio of the party--you would never be bored with her--the rough and straightforward Angouleme.

After being reunited with old friends and introduced to new friends, the two knights were very surprised that the "Dragonborn Bard" appeared alive in Toussaint, and the first knight of Skellige, "Victor of Keldro" also existed in real life.

So under their kind invitation, the Phantom Troupe and two knights, a group of four, are now on their way to the capital "Beauclair".

"On my honor," said Knight Palmyrin, whose coat of arms on the shield - a cross and a golden lily on a blue background - "your worries are unnecessary, Mr. Victor. 'Enlightened lady' I will never look at you differently because of Viscount Julian. After all, she still pardoned the Viscount’s sins. Yes, I swear on my honor, you don’t need to take it to heart.”

The heraldic pattern is a black bull's head in a white snowfield. Knight Milton happily agreed, "Hahaha, in fact, I'm sure Her Majesty the Duchess would like to hear news from the Viscount! In private settings in the past few years, she has spoken to me more than once I mentioned before that I regret revoking his death sentence! If we could turn back time, we would make sure that he stays in prison until he rots!"

Angoulin said: "Hey! I remember that incident. Others went to the gallows and were still chattering about their thoughts, as if they had known they would be pardoned. But isn't this bad? It means that the Duchess is still very good. hate him?"

"Ah...my cute little monkey, things are not that simple. Sometimes men and women say they want each other to die, but they don't mean it!" Milton happily smoothed out his gorgeous words. Beard, seems to be preparing for an impromptu love lecture.

Knocking on the shield with his iron gauntlet to stop him, Palmerin said angrily: "Dear Sir Pera Perrin! Please don't tell your friends your baseless speculations, especially about the 'enlightened lady'. She will definitely be upset if she hears it." Grant you a 'glory' you don't want."

Milton laughed loudly, changed the subject, and began to discuss Angouleme's mount "Amber". As a gift from Sister Nannick, the high priest of the Meliteli Temple, it was certainly a sacred horse worthy of discussion.

The atmosphere of the conversation was relaxed and harmonious, and Victor, who had quite a bit of spare time, simply recalled the opinions of all parties on horseback and adjusted his psychological preparation for the meeting.

"Enlightened Lady" is Anna, the ruler of the Principality of Toussaint. The nickname of Duchess Henrietta. Her extramarital affair with Viscount Julian, the bard Dandelion, originated about nine years ago.

…

Looking back at last year, the witcher still lived in the temple area and supported a bard who was so poor that he only had talent.

One night, Victor heard this story. At that time, Dandelion had a lute on his lap and a glass of wine with blurred eyes: "It started like this...Nine years ago, that winter, I was in Towson. I was a guest at the special court, playing my lute, singing romantic songs and reciting poems.

Duke Raymond was attending a conference in Sintra and was in no hurry to get home. Even I knew he was obsessed with a local mistress, which was a complete humiliation to the Duchess.

In this case, Annaetta and I... Oh, Beauclair is a magical and special place, where love is like a powerful spell... You will understand when you actually get there.

─ Poems, compliments, flowers, words, looks and sighs... In short, from the time we met, we fell in love in just a few days.

"Love comes too fast like a tornado?" Victor asked with a smile.

"Stronger than a tornado," the poet said in a chanting tone, "I won't tell you the details, it would be too rude. But, dear Wick, at your age, you should start to understand that although love has many However, after a man and a woman fall in love, it is natural for them to have more intimate contact.”

Victor whistled and clicked his tongue.

"Our passionate love burned for two months," Viscount Julian-Dandelion continued, "from May Day to midsummer, that wonderful time, I must admit that we were so overwhelmed by love that we will Caution was thrown to the wind.

Then rumors began to spread, and vicious remarks followed, and I had to leave the principality in a hurry. This separation lasted six years.

Until three years ago, Geralt and I, along with several companions, returned to Toussaint in order to track down Ciri's whereabouts. By then, the Duke had been dead for many years, and Anayetta and I met again, confirming that our love for each other was still there. Alive!

ah! My sweet little weasel, our love is so hot that she has given me lands, forests, castles and palaces...

(Victor has a long bragging about selective amnesia)

...But she did that to me in the end, and I was almost beheaded by her! Listen to the charges she imposed on me: disrespect to Her Royal Highness the Duchess, betrayal of the principality, perjury, slander, and spreading rumors to smear the aristocracy! "

After listening to the poet's long complaint, he pinched the bridge of his nose speechlessly, and Victor let out a long sigh, "Can you tell me again where you were caught cheating by that 'cute little weasel'?"

"Wick, are you drunk? I just finished telling you and you forgot that it was in Baroness Sonny's bed."

"Well, you deserve to be beheaded!"

…

Dandelion's statement ended here, and Victor went on to recall the chat he had with Angouleme while camping in the wild not long ago.

After listening to Victor's narration, Angouleme snickered obscenely and threw a piece of wood into the campfire. "That bastard can run fast. In the six years since he escaped from the duchy, what happened to the duke?" What happened to the madam was unpleasant, so he deliberately didn’t talk about it... Let me finish the plot with you!

At that time, Dandelion had just escaped, and Duke Raymond rushed back from Sintra to grab his shoulder, because a servant had written everything that happened in a letter and sent it to him.

This brought a catastrophe to the duchess and half of the court, but the despicable informer was not pleased, and the furious Duke chopped his throat with a knife!

Anna was originally under house arrest. After Henrietta was killed, Duke Raymond also planned to send troops to chase Dandelion, dig out his heart, fry it in lard and feed it to the Duchess. It's a shame that it didn't work out, and I think that's the only sad part of the story.

Then the grumpy Duke got so angry that he suffered a stroke! "

Victor rested his chin on his hands, "Have you had a stroke and died like that?"

"Oh no, he lived for several years until he suffered a second stroke in the bed of another mistress and died in the expectation of everyone.

According to the storyteller, even in the most euphemistic way, Duke Raymond is a villain and a son of a bitch. The devil will get gastric ulcers if he stays with him for six months. Toussaint is under his rule. Continued suffering.

And Anna. Lady Henrietta, may she live long! "

…

The clatter of horseshoes, Victor's combination of memory review and knightly attitude, as well as the plot development of the prophet, can confirm that the "enlightened lady" and Dandelion still have an old relationship, and the personal connections extended from this have made this country It can be called half a home court. Although it is not as good as Skellige's entire home court, it is still a good place for convenient activities.

In previous games, Toussaint was set as the Promised Land with a happy ending. After completing a series of tasks, Geralt would obtain a mansion and beautiful land here and build a wine estate "White Wolf Nursing Home".

Looking around on horseback, experiencing the French-Italian rural style, Victor immediately decided to buy a property for himself here, build an exquisite winery, and enjoy the tranquility and leisure under the Provence sun.

Through the jungle, open valleys line the gentle slopes covered with manicured hedges and shrubs. The ground beneath the shrubs is covered with red and yellow leaves, the "grape vines" that are Toussaint's economic backbone.

"Look!" Palmerin, who was riding on the right side of Victor. Raunfar pointed to the side and said, "This is the famous Sansredo Valley. The best wine in the world is made from the grapes here."

"Indeed, I have read the literature," the witcher responded politely. "It is said that the soil in the valley is volcanic soil. The porous structure has good drainage. Combined with Toussaint's ideal sunshine and rainfall, and the careful cultivation of vineyard workers, , the expertise of the winemakers ultimately produces wines of exceptional quality.”

"Victor, you are a knowledgeable man," Knight Palmyrene said with a smile. "Extraordinary quality! That's very well said. Did you see that white castle tower? I guess you might want to know, that castle is La Fort Vero.

The wineries there produce Everose, ‘Fiorano Rosé’, Pomino, and the famous ‘East of the East’ red wine. Everyone knows that no matter how expensive the wine produced by Sidaris or Nilfgaard is, the price of East of the East red wine is ten times that of them. "

"What a wonderful coincidence! I have a friend who loves East of the East and Fiorano Rose very much. She asked me to buy these two to bring back to her. Maybe I should take a full oak barrel with me when I leave. "

"Sounds like your friend is a woman?"

"There is no doubt that she is a lady."

"What a pity! Young witcher, I thought you would want to fall in love here?"

"If there's an opportunity, I'm not opposed to it."

…

A few days later, when the castle built by the elves appeared in front of them, both Victor who saw it for the first time and Angouleme who had been there before could not help but sigh.

"What a magnificent castle," Victor said with admiration. "After traveling around the world, Beauclair's beauty is definitely among the best, with pleasing style and stunning visual effects."

"This place is still so beautiful!" Angoulin added.

"Welcome to Beauclair Castle," Knight Milton said proudly, "the best-preserved elven-era building today, renovated and partially rebuilt by Master Pharamond."

"Excuse my ignorance, who is this Master Pharamond?" Victor asked casually.

Knight Palmerin: "It's normal for northerners not to know him. He is a well-known Nilfgaardian scholar, an expert in non-human race architecture, and is recognized as the founder of the new elven architectural school. Beauclair Palace is his most perfect masterpiece. ”

"Look," Knight Milton explained, "Pharamond's style is mainly displayed in those obvious towers."

Following Milton's pointing, Victor carefully observed the group of white obelisks, covered with red roofs, which pointed straight to the sky. Combined with the three-dimensional hilly urban area, at first glance it looks like a beautifully decorated cake with lots of birthday candles on it.

Feeling that he really understood something, Victor nodded and smiled, "It's really interesting, thank you for the introduction!"

"Come on! If you don't want to spend the night outside the city, we'd better speed up. Don't think that seeing the castle means we are close. This mountain range will affect the judgment of distance." After saying this, Palmerin squeezed the horse's belly lightly.

On the way to the city, they passed many trucks and carriages. It was indeed the harvest season, and those cars were all full of grapes.

Victor suddenly remembered an anecdote he had read in a book. Every harvest season, Toussaint would hold some kind of rather fragrant winemaking ceremony. He couldn't help but think that maybe he could delay for a few days and seize the opportunity to participate in interesting folk activities.

When it was dusk, the four of them crossed the city park, which was full of poplars, yews and barberry. Passing by the rose bushes, they could also see many varieties of wild roses.

Many details that flashed by in the game were touching in reality. Victor was determined to have a good sightseeing in Beauclair after meeting the Duchess. The last time he had the urge to explore the city was when he first arrived in "Novigrad".

Circling up along the white stone streets that exuded the aroma of grapes, they finally arrived at the Beauclair Palace located on the hill. Under the carved columns in front of the palace, the knights and soldiers of the principality were guarding here to protect their beloved ruler - Anna Henrietta.

Milton volunteered to go in and report, while Palmerin stayed outside to accompany the two people from the Phantom Troupe.

The witcher originally thought that it would take some time, or even until tomorrow morning, to be received, but soon, a strong bald man with scars on his face walked out of the palace.

He stopped two steps away from the Troupe and the knights and bowed.

Victor raised his eyebrows and bowed in return according to etiquette: According to the tradition of knights, the four of them should remain silent for ten heartbeats to show respect.

However, this rule did not apply to Angouleme. After she bowed, she raised her head and said, "Ah! Uncle Scar, you are here to greet us! Long time no see, I, Angouleme, am back again!"

No one paid attention to her. The three of them saluted properly. The scarred man nodded to Palmerin and took the initiative to greet Victor. "Known as 'Victor of Keldro', respected knight Victor Corleone, I am Damien Tur, captain of the guard of the Principality of Toussaint. By order of the 'Enlightened Lady', I invite you to come into the palace for a conversation.

Of course, there is also you, the Angouleme Knight of Temeria." At the end, he smiled.

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