Witcher's Atelier

A certain modern unknown world, a certain road in the midwestern United States.

Late at night, Lyon. Scott. Kennedy, with his blond hair parted, a rookie cop who was late for his first day on the job, was driving to work in Raccoon City, country music blasting from the radio.

When he stopped at a roadside gas station to rest, he noticed that the lights of the attached convenience store were dark, and heard screams coming from inside, so the rookie with a sense of justice bravely went inside.

During the investigation, Leon encountered a veteran policeman who was bitten to death, and a strange zombie that could bite people. After warning, he had to kill each other.

When he hurriedly opened the door and left, a pony-tailed figure passed by. Leon subconsciously raised his gun and aimed at it, but a short sword pressed against his neck from behind.

He didn't dare to move, the cold blade pressed hard, breaking the skin and bleeding.

Fortunately, the figure with ponytail was not a zombie, but a young woman. She approached and disarmed Leon, "Okay, Ciri, he looks like a human being."

The cold blade left his neck, and Leon, who subconsciously followed him out of the store, suddenly gasped. In just a few minutes, the ground of the gas station parking lot was densely covered with more than a dozen zombies that came from nowhere and had their heads separated.

He looked at the woman holding a knife to subdue him. She was wearing fantasy-style leather armor, carrying a fantasy-style half-hand sword, and had fantasy-style flowing white hair. She seemed to be the person responsible for this scene.

In addition, her eyebrows are thin and thick, her smoky eye makeup matches her green eyes very well, and the conspicuous knife mark cuts across most of her cheek from under her left eye.

He took out his ID and opened it, "Sorry for pointing a gun at you just now. I am Raccoon City Police Officer Leon Kennedy. You... who are you? Do you know what is going on?" Leon asked weakly.

After taking the certificate and checking it, the red-haired ponytail girl nodded, "Claire Redfield, I came here to find my brother Chris. She hasn't contacted me for a long time. And she is a companion I met on the road── "Hiri."

Determined to be a misunderstanding, the white-haired woman smiled slightly and said, "Xilia Fiona Ellen Rayalen, just call me Xili."

After briefly discussing the situation, they got on Leon's car and headed to Raccoon City because the motorcycle was damaged.

Ciri, the destined heroine of the Demon Hunting World, is still struggling in strange places today.

…

Autumn is crisp and the sun is shining.

The Corleone Manor in the Principality of Toussaint began to welcome a beautiful morning again.

Alfred, the manor’s butler──Alfred. Mr. Futi sealed the letter addressed to his cousin Barnabas Basso, opened the door and began to supervise the cleaning work of the maids.

Wearing sunglasses and a deacon's uniform, Ah Fu, who is thirty-five years old, is at his most capable at work. A wonderful balance between abundant physical strength and accumulated experience, and the trust of his master allows him to fully display his abilities.

The new housekeepers all had good working attitudes, and the external environment was not so demanding, so he pushed open the door and entered the study room to supervise the most important trainees. salsa.

With brown hair, emerald green pupils, and a clean face, Sasha has a slim figure and is as beautiful as a flower.

Through questioning that day, he learned that she was once a maid of a noble lady from Nasser Province. Afu felt that she was very suitable to be Victor's personal maid, because this position has many tasks and requires literacy, hard-working hands and feet, young and beautiful, and most importantly It can also relieve the owner's stress.

Therefore, after Miss Angouleme experienced Sasha's specialty "massage" and spoke highly of it, she became the focus of the housekeeper's strict training.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Victor has been away for more than 20 days. Although he is a powerful witcher, he is acting alone after all. If there is not always new news coming, people will really worry that he has an accident outside.

On the other hand, Miss Angouleme's guard training has also been carried out to the third phase. The manor's armed force now has about fifty people, reaching qualified security standards.

Speaking of Corleone Manor, everything is going in the right direction. The only problem that worries Ah Fu is that the closer we get to the wine festival, the more visitors come in an endless stream.

Most of them come for the new red wine. Some are pure wine lovers, some are prying competitors, some are curious melon-eaters, and even more are sincere friends who are concerned.

During Mr. Corleone's absence, Angouleme and the butler had to deal with these visits, but except for Victor himself, no one knew what the new red wine would really look like. They only knew that the name was definitely "Lafite" .

Earl Kresp's continuous publicity attracted more and more people who learned the news to come here, and more and more people came here with admiration, which in turn attracted more people to join in the fun.

The current situation unintentionally fits a certain marketing strategy, so the "Lafite" red wine of the Corleone Manor exploded in popularity and became a sensation before it was sold.

Through the window, he saw another visitor dismounting at the front door. As the steward of the Corleone Manor, Afu expressed his great concern. Where was Mr. Victor at this time?

…

He was in the Coronata Vineyard, surrounded by the remains of five plants burned by the Igni Sign, and two nobles in rich clothes.

"The reward was agreed upon in advance," said Li En, who was wearing a tight satin top. Coronata assured Victor, "The money will definitely be transferred to your account the day after tomorrow at the latest. Thank you very much, Mr. Witcher. Without your help, these plots of land will be abandoned next year!"

Are these monsters called ‘Giant Thorn Demon Trees’? It’s so scary, it appears every once in a while, and I don’t know where it comes from... I even wonder if it’s from the other side of the river..." At this point, he spat on the ground.

"In principle, the giant thorn demon tree is a cursed creature. It is usually born on the land flowing with blood, but the possibility of artificial cultivation cannot be ruled out." Victor, who had some suspicion in his heart, gave the client a hint in a calm tone, " However, as far as I know, this monster first appeared in the Belgaard Vineyard in the south, and after Count Crespe solved it, it began to appear in other places year after year.

Coincidentally, Matilda in Vermentino on the other side of the river has entrusted me with similar work before, and I guarantee with my experience as a witcher that the types of monsters on both sides are very similar, with almost no difference. "

"Maybe it has something to do with the underground cave." Young Rean narrowed his eyes and thought, "I heard from my grandfather that the cellar is connected to the underground cave leading to the center of the principality. There are many similar caves in the principality..."

"Indeed." Next to him was the manor owner of the Duval Vineyard, who had a mustache and a hat decorated with kingfisher feathers. Jean-Christophe. Bubo said, "Master, in fact, there are passages stretching for several miles under my cellar, and there have been frequent unexplained vibrations recently! No one knows where they lead, and all those who go to explore never come back. It's rare that there are We met here, so I would like to request..."

"I can guess what you want to ask for." said the witcher. "I accept it. I can go and inspect your cellar, but I must emphasize in advance:

My charges are too high... really, really high... I am a very expensive choice! "

Gaze at Victor's wild and gorgeous heavy armor, the blazing sword on his back, and his domineering power that is completely unmatched by ordinary knights.

Bu Bo, who had a mustache, said frankly: "Ah, Master, you deserve your expensiveness, you are the best choice! Besides, uh... there is one more thing..."

"Say it. I'm listening."

"With all due respect, regarding the lady Enlightened Lady ordered you to kill... the female night demon who haunts the night and tortures men... I don't think it is necessary to kill her. To be honest she doesn't bother anyone... Well, sometimes we I would go to her when I was drunk...to have some fun with her..."

"But only for adults," young Rean quickly added.

"Ah! That's what I was about to say, good neighbor. Like I said, the Night Stalker didn't hurt anyone. She seems to have been scared by you, Mr. Witcher, recently, so she rarely appears. I mean … Why pursue her? After all, you don’t need the reward, but if you feel damaged or offended..."

Since leaving the laboratory more than ten days ago, Victor chose to go around and experience this. This is the third time he has heard similar remarks. That Ms. Natanis really has a lot of contacts, and the witcher also has a set of standard answers.

"You can provide some funding for my account in Chivanni Bank." Victor said with a dull face. "Maybe it's a sign of aging, and occasionally I forget something, so I'm preparing a pension fund in advance."

Staring at the smooth and tight face with four knife marks, young Li En quickly reacted, "No problem, I will give you extra subsidies in addition to the agreed salary."

"I am also happy to sponsor Master." The awakened Mr. Bubo followed up.

Victor smiled and waved his hand, "Then let's do this for now. I will take time to go to Duver before the wine festival. But remember, it is not easy for me to lose my memory."

"You will be satisfied, Master." The two vineyard managers nodded and said goodbye.

…

Riding on his horse along the road, Victor galloped like the wind. At noon, he wanted to drink the crayfish chowder from the Petrified Cockatrice Hotel.

After Keira left, he spent this time doing demon hunting work everywhere, practicing and integrating in actual combat. With powerful force, coupled with the bonus of pyrotechnic swords and gorgeous armor, the witchers with arrogant attitude and high prices are not only not excluded, but are becoming more and more popular.

This is human nature. When the nobles can't tell who is the best, they will choose the most expensive, best-looking, and biggest cards, and actively promote how worthwhile the money is. As a result, Victor's reputation and price have been hitting the daily limit for more than ten days.

The experiment of secondary mutation was very successful, and the enhancement effect of "magic sense" was extremely significant. He dared to say that the power of his seal now surpassed all the wolf sect witchers.

For example, in the battle against the "Giant Thorn Demon Tree" in the vineyard just now, the monster outside Vizima City that had to be solved by "Dancing Stars" in the past can now be solved by relying on the increased strength of the Igni Seal, which can breathe fire two to three times on average. Completely lit.

Spreading out the ledger, each Dancing Star is worth twenty kronor, and the Igni Seal is priceless. Is there any need to say which method to choose to deal with the monster?

…

The clattering horse hooves stirred up dust. On the way to the Petrified Cockatrice Hotel, you had to pass through a village called "Daxinia Windmill".

The allusion to the name of this village comes from the time when Anayetta's grandmother, Countess Carlo Roberta, was in charge.

At that time, there was a noble named Dulcinia. Her beauty was so beautiful that the whole country was fascinated by it. As long as she appeared, the knights would fight to win her heart, and the noble women would be jealous to the point of fainting.

But Dulcinea did not accept the pursuit of aristocratic men. Instead, she was tired of the pomp and circumstance of palace life. She agreed to the proposal of a certain mill owner and left the palace to live with him in the mill.

According to legend, she lived happily ever after. As for this fairy tale-like story, Victor’s impression is that it is indeed a fairy tale.

But now, from a distance, the Dulcinea windmill is not a fairytale at all. The burning black smoke rises into the sky, and people escaping from the village can be vaguely seen.

The witcher speeds up by squeezing the horse's belly. Because he intends to participate in the knight's tournament held after the wine festival, the items he has been training in for some time are not only combat skills and archery, but also horsemanship.

He rushed into the village at lightning speed. The villagers had already fled without a trace. Victor looked at it and saw a heavily armored knight riding a horse and charging at the giant.

The emblem on his shield - the cross and golden lily on a blue background, belongs to the Lauenfar family, and Victor knows that Palmerlin will never do such a stupid thing, so this person must be Guillaume.

Compared with the huge size difference, the knight's heroic posture is like Don Quixote charging at the windmill. It is no surprise that he was hit by the giant's club and flew away, and his warhorse was also caught and torn into two pieces.

After parting with Skellige, I saw the sixteen-foot-tall body that was as tall as the city gate again. Recalling the "despair" and "enlightenment" at that time, a subtle nostalgia surged in my heart.

The giant in front of me, looking at his flesh-colored skin, I knew that he was just an ordinary giant. Although he was about the same height, the difficulty of dealing with monsters like the ice giant with frost armor was completely different.

Jumping off the horse and letting it run away, Victor took out the crossbow from the herbal bag and aimed. He remembered that there was a setting for this giant in the game. As long as you can shoot his eyes with a crossbow, it will cause an instant death effect, which is a tribute to the fairy tale of the Cyclops.

The witcher did not think that shooting would kill instantly, but the extraordinary vision could see through the eye hole of its helmet that it was indeed blind in one eye.

In other words, if you can shoot the other eye, it is not difficult to deal with the blind monster.

The crossbow arrow fired successfully missed. If you haven't practiced, you haven't practiced. I imagined that an arrow hit the bull's eye. It's better to go to bed early. There are all kinds of dreams.

However, the pain of the arrow in the arm still attracted the giant's attention and successfully angered it. With a thunderous roar, the monster grabbed the knocked-down windmill blades and threw them towards Victor.

Easily dodging the flying props and pulling out the Flame Strike, the witcher poured a tube of potion into his stomach. Although it was easier to get rid of him with a bomb, Victor wanted his body. Such a good-looking guy might have rare void characteristics, so he had to keep it as intact as possible.

Thank you book friend Prof_S_Snape for the reward and encouragement.