Witcher's Atelier

The next evening, the farmers of the Corleone estate gathered in the courtyard.

Although the "Barrel Festival" happened half a month ago, now that the grape harvest has been completed at the manor, as an important and indispensable traditional ceremony in the principality... it is reasonable to hold a small carnival.

The spacious courtyard is crowded with people. They are all partners who have worked together in the past few days and will continue to serve this manor in the future.

The vaudeville troupe invited from the city beat cheerful rhythms with leather drums and tambourines, and played beautiful melodies with lutes and flutes. As a special reward from the owner of the manor, wine barrels are not placed in the center of the courtyard, but the unactivated fountain is directly used.

Everyone was looking forward to it with excitement. Finally, after a while, when the aroma of barbecue was faintly smelled on the nose, the ceremony began.

master of ceremonies. Butler Alfred. Futi led the crowd to first pay homage to Victor on the viewing platform. Mr. Corleone, and his sister Angoulaine. Ms. Corleone bowed, then turned around, raised a wooden staff wrapped in vines, and struck it three times on the ground to announce the start of the carnival.

Countless men poured in from outside the manor. They carried wooden buckets and poured buckets of destemmed purple grape beads into the pool until they were deep enough to submerge their calves! Then a dozen lucky women who were selected in advance lifted up their skirts to expose their healthy calves and even half of their thighs, and were carried by their men into the fountain pool.

Accompanied by music and drums, the women began to dance briskly in the pool. They crushed the grapes with their feet, bursting out purple juice, dyeing their snow-white calves dark... while the surrounding crowd, regardless of gender, also circled the pool and joined in the cheers and dance.

At this time, plates of grilled thick-cut meat steaks were served, and pork, beef and mutton were arranged into a sumptuous banquet, forming a picture of a "wine pond and meat forest".

The enthusiastic carnival atmosphere in the square lacked a decisive factor to completely boil over, so the master of ceremony Alfred. Futi calmly headed to the viewing platform.

The bald man wearing sunglasses──Alfred. Futi comes from a family of stewards spanning three generations. The Toussaint deacon's uniform with its high folded collar was a perfect match for him. In fact, all his clothes were exactly the same except for the color and style.

Alfred caressed his chest and saluted, "Mr. Victor, Madam Angouleme, please go inside and rest. The ceremony has been completed. Staying here to join in the fun will damage your reputation and dignity, and they cannot let go." "

The butler's choice of words sounded profound.

Victor appreciated this kind of word play and also liked Mr. Butler's service during the past period, so he looked at Angouleme happily. After his sister nodded in approval with Eagle Vision, his brother looked at the outstanding member from the Futi family. .

He took out a bunch of keys and handed them to the other party, "Congratulations on passing the probation period, Mr. Alfred. From now on, you will be the steward of the Corleone Manor, and you will handle all the trivial affairs inside and outside the manor. Angouleme and I are If there is a conflict between orders, if she insists after fulfilling her obligation to inform her, her version will prevail unless I change it again."

"I will bear in mind your instructions. Sir, Madam, Alfred Futi, it will be my honor to serve you both in the years to come." After saying this, the man in sunglasses bowed deeply and established the title of master and servant.

And his words were not entirely polite. After getting along with each other during this time, he liked the brother and sister very much. The brother was a man with real elegance and aristocratic manners, while the sister, although rough, was also straightforward and served them. feels good.

Reaching out and patting the butler's arm, Victor raised the corner of his mouth, "There is one more important thing. Alfred is too difficult to speak. Can we call you 'Afu'?"

Ah Fu straightened up and straightened his sunglasses, "Of course."

Before leaving, Victor saw the scene of people dancing in the square, and Victor couldn't help but feel inspired, "Be careful not to let them play too crazy. Public fighting is prohibited in the courtyard, so we have to find a place to fight privately!"

His language was too subtle, and the butler Ah Fu had to turn around in his mind to understand the meaning. The master's use of words was indeed excellent.

After escorting the two of them into the house, Ah Fu left the viewing platform. When he noticed the crowd leaving the host family, the carnival atmosphere suddenly heated up and the whole place was excited!

…

In this hot night of singing and dancing, many stories of fighting and dancing happened, such as somewhere in the Corleone Manor.

Kris kept twisting his waist, "Kardashian, I want to hold you like this and fly to the sky!"

Kardashian was also swaying her hips, "I feel excited, scared, excited, happy, and happy now. I'm just worried that something will happen to Sister Khloe..."

Chris smiled so wide that his gums were exposed, "Don't worry, she is protected by the 'Left and Right Guardians'. Don't worry about her. Just enjoy this moment! It's such an opportunity that can't be bought for money. I held her tightly last time You are in the vineyard, but I have never been as happy as today. I like you so much."

"Me too!"

"What did you say, I didn't hear clearly?"

Kardashian shouted happily, "Me too, me too! As much as you have, I have as much! No, no, I have more than you!"

Chris yelled, "You can't have more than me, because I'm already full!"

Kardashian didn't show any weakness, and retorted delicately, "Are you full? Then I'll let it out!"

Haha hum hehe hehe hehe.

In short, there is no moon tonight, and there are dark corners suitable for fighting everywhere around Corleone Manor.

…

And while the crowds were cheering and rejoicing as they drank and drank beside the bonfire, Mr. Victor, as the leader, could not rest yet. He was working diligently in the winery, supervising the work of the juice-pressing machine!

Although before he left, he prohibited people from fighting openly in the courtyard, but the specific effect of implementation has to be questioned? God knows what mysterious liquid or impurity will be mixed with the grape juice in the pool. Of course, this magical juice cannot be used to make wine. Just imagining it makes people's scalp numb.

The grape juice used for real winemaking is pressed by a machine and flows directly into the "big cellar" for fermentation. Victor's so-called supervision is to use a specially customized super cauldron nearby to process the low-quality grape juice bought by the Coopers Guild. Oak barrels for secondary processing.

This cauldron is made of steel, with a diameter and depth of six feet. Its capacity is more than enough to boil oak barrels. Victor, a woodworking expert who was once active in Kaer Morhen, used the masterpieces visited by the "Cooper's Guild" as a model to make a comeback.

He had just returned from a business trip from Beauclair in the afternoon. Angoulin, who was yawning next to him, curiously put his head into the oak barrel that had been cooked previously. He was immediately stimulated by the smell of the barrel and couldn't help but sneeze several times.

"Wick, I know using oak barrels to make wine adds flavor, but why do you want to make so many different barrels?"

Even though she didn't know the art, just looking at the finished products made by Victor, she knew that the material and the degree of smoked color of each barrel were slightly different, and she knew that they were not of uniform specifications.

While stirring the cauldron, Victor replied, "Because I don't know which one is suitable? Let's not consider heavy roasting. Different types of oak will have different smells such as butter, fruity, cedar, minerals, etc., while medium roasting will have different smells. Available in caramel, chocolate, vanilla, clove or coffee flavored variations!

There are too many ratios to try, so I decided to remove impurities from the pressed grape juice later, purify it, conduct integrated fermentation, and then divide it into various small wooden barrels to test which one is the most suitable. The first ever collector’s edition of Lafite, of course it must be the one that best suits our taste! "

“What kind of wine will that taste like?”

“I predict that the first generation Lafite wine will be ruby ​​red in color, with aromas of strawberry jam, blackcurrant, pencil lead, minerals and smoke. The wine has a complete and powerful structure, rich and rich flavor, and a velvety, smooth and elegant taste. Long and full of aroma, it can be enjoyed immediately or stored in the cellar for a long time.”

Angoulin licked his lips, "...It's so beautifully described, and it seems to taste delicious. I really want to try it after what you said!"

Hey hey, Victor tapped the cauldron, "No problem, as the only one tasting the wine, I guarantee you'll be satisfied with it!"

Strolling over to the unprocessed barrel, she caught a glimpse of the cracks. The girl immediately became angry, "Madefak! Those bastards in the Cooper Guild really gave us inferior products!"

"There is no way, we are still outsiders. As long as Cresp says bad things, others are afraid of our waste, so naturally they are unwilling to give good things. After Lafite is born, one by one of these bastards who have a hand in the matter, all Let them retire early!”

"How about I go to Belgaard Manor now and get rid of that bastard Earl? Calculating the time, I will arrive right at midnight!"

"No! We are civilized people. Don't get your hands dirty by trying to murder. As long as you act, there will always be smart people who can guess it.

Besides, he is the champion of several knights' tournaments, so it is not easy to be neat and tidy. So bear with me for the time being. I swear by the Corleone family’s umbrella crest that the bad guy will definitely be punished by God! "

Angoulin blinked, and the members of the group who had a unique understanding of the nature of the group leader were relieved. Since a sinister guy like Victor said this, the future of Count Crespe will definitely not be good.

The seven-colored light of completed alchemy shined. After carrying out the completed oak barrel, Victor pulled up a chair and sat down to rest. "Stop thinking about what is and is not, come and tell me the results of this business trip to Beauclair!"

Angoulin shrugged his shoulders, pulled up a chair and sat down, took out a few documents from a small bag and handed them over, "I followed your instructions and went to the Oremos Cemetery in the south of Beauclair City to investigate. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the cemetery , some tomb robbers visited Professor Molu first, and the coffin board was not even closed. I don’t know what they took away.

Seeing that he took pity on me, I covered the coffin board and buried the earth back. His ghost suddenly jumped out, pointed at the epitaph on the tombstone with his finger, and then disappeared.

I guess he might want to say something, but I couldn't understand the words on it, so I had to make a rubbing and bring it back to you. The folded piece of thick paper is "Professor Moreu's Epitaph". "

Putting away other documents, Victor unfolded the thick paper directly, and then recited the text: "'Salvation is not in Dole Navid, but in our hearts.'

Haha, it’s normal that you can’t understand it. His epitaph is written in ancient Chinese. Combining his lifelong ambitions and deeds, I can roughly guess its meaning.

The Valley of the Nine - the elves call it Dol Naev'de (Dol Naev'de). His laboratory is east of Beauclair and north of the Belgaard vineyard, now flooded by the Sansredo River. place.

By comparing it with the ancient map of Toussaint that Kayla gave me, I should be able to find the entrance through field investigation. The mage's laboratory is relatively dangerous. Once the work on the red wine is finished, you can take care of your family and I will explore alone. "

After a few words of planning, the alchemist got up to continue making oak barrels. Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly shouted from behind: "Wick! I have something to ask you! Please help me make a green herbal potion. I also want to be a witcher!"

Shocked by the sudden request, Victor turned around and stared at Angouleme, "Do you know what you are talking about? That is a mutant freak who is hated by gods and ghosts. Why do you want to be a witcher?"

The courageous member crossed her arms, her two thick eyebrows like caterpillars were tangled, and she looked directly at her leader with bright eyes.

"I want to mutate! Because the body of the witcher is strong and the fighting ability is better! I still remember the time when I was yelled at by a vampire woman and I lay down... and I also want to wear iron armor, and I want to have a long lifespan. ! I don’t want to get old and frail in just a few years, have to retire, marry someone, have children and then die!”

After shouting out all the troubles during this period of time, the air suddenly became silent, except for the patter of water as grape juice continued to flow into the cellar.

After listening to Angoulan Balabala's statement, he touched the light stubble on his chin, and after thinking for less than ten seconds, Victor nodded readily and agreed, "Okay! What's the problem with that! I'll note it down. I'll do it when I find the opportunity. Let me help you make a herbal medicine that is most suitable for you and will be 100% successful!”

The girl who originally thought she needed to plead and explain repeatedly was stunned, "Wait a minute...you agreed? You...you don't even want to stop me?" The young man agreed too easily, and it seemed that she had been filled with emotions in her heart for the past few days. Hesitating and hesitating is silly.

The young man spread his hands and said, "Why should I stop you? This is a good thing! From the very beginning, I thought there was no problem with mutating. The problem has always been with you locals, who have no idea about the so-called discrimination and compassion."

But let’s talk first! The trial must pay the price for success - the process will be very, very painful, you have to be mentally prepared! "

"No problem! No matter how painful it is, I can accept it!" The girl, filled with joy, answered forcefully.

Victor found it very interesting to hear Angouleme's resounding "decision". Speaking of which, this was the third time he heard the decision, and he didn't know where Leo, who made the last decision, was now. How was he doing?

…

In the past, Adam, the owner of the Petrified Cockatrice Hotel. Guy, who loves nothing more than telling everyone about the origin of the hotel’s name, holds a glass of beer.

The story goes like this. When Guy was young, he served as a squire of a knight errant, and the two worked together to defeat a bloodthirsty petrified cockatrice. In recognition of his contribution, the knight hung the beast's head on the door and allowed him to open the petrified cockatrice hotel.

What a great story.

Unfortunately, not long ago, a female traveler from the north revealed that the head was not a petrified cockatrice at all, but a poor imitation pieced together from the body parts of a pheasant, a weasel and a pig!

Guy's pride was so shattered that he decapitated the monster and never told the story again, but the name of the hotel remained, and the deliciousness of the crayfish chowder remained.

Tonight, in the Petrified Cockatrice, there was a nervous couple in the corner, drinking crayfish chowder and looking like they were having an affair.

"Sasha, listen carefully. I will go out to lure them away later and take the villains north. You can take the opportunity to escape. I'm sorry that this is all I can do to help you. You have to walk your own way."

"Thank you, Leo. You have done enough for me. Without you, I would have died in the jungle. Thank you!"

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