Witcher's Atelier

In Victor's memory of his past life, this giant was a monster that he was bound to encounter. It was the monster who fought in Toussaint for the first time. Therefore, he had been in the principality for such a long time, and naturally he had also investigated its intelligence.

According to local legend, the giant's name was "Goat". It was once a human knight, but was blinded by pride. It thought it was the perfect embodiment of the Five Virtues and asked for praise from the Lake Fairy.

As a result, not only did he not receive a reward, but he was punished by the goddess, who transformed the knight into a monster.

She said: "You are no longer a knight when you lose your chivalry. Your sword will turn into a mace, and your body will turn into a beast that does not need armor. From now on, your name is Goat. You will be in Gaogong. Live at the foot of the mountain, away from human sight, with the painful memory of your lost glory, until death mercifully releases you from your pain.”

No one knows how true this legend is, but everyone knows that this dangerous giant will chew up shepherds and sheep together.

For Victor, the biggest warning from this fable is to do more good deeds before going to the Lake Fairy. Although he doesn't expect her to give him the "Lake Lady's Sword", at least don't mess around with it. curse.

Leaving aside the legends and stories, normal giants are creatures from the intersection of the heavenly spheres. They belong to the ogre category and are suitable for ogre sword oil.

The most effective methods against giant monsters are the classic "lazy donkey roll" and "toe trimming". Previously, the witcher wanted to use these two tricks to deal with the gargoyles, but switching to giants was more suitable.

The steel sword struck its knees back and forth a few times, and its movements and turns became much slower, and the speed of its weapon swing also slowed down.

In this battle, although Goat's body was full of oppression, Victor's mood was quite relaxed. Unlike the "Ice Giant" at that time, its defense had to be broken within the time limit, otherwise it would be attacked by it and the female siren; the "ordinary giant" in front of it had neither frost armor nor minions. It's just a matter of time.

After an unknown number of houses were destroyed, the deputy captain of the Principality Guard, Horace. Funez led dozens of city guards, as well as some knights who could not recognize the shield emblem, and rushed to Daxinia Windmill to support them.

It's a pity that they arrived too late and missed the part where the witcher was rolling on the ground and waving his sword at the giant's lower body. Only the last glorious and brave scene was seen - Victor stepped on Goat's shoulders with his feet, and inserted the flaming strike into its head with both hands.

The witcher jumped down. The giant let out an earth-shattering howl, shaking the earth with every staggering step. His ugly and ferocious face revealed emotions of fear and disbelief, and then he collapsed to the ground.

…

After awhile.

Although the admiring looks of the knights were useful, they also had a shortcoming, that is, they could not tear Goat into pieces in front of them.

According to Victor's initial idea, each part should be chopped into pieces for detailed identification. For example, the giant's heart sounds very strong, and the giant's kidney might also have special properties. And think about a legendary dragonborn who can't even touch the giant's body. The toes are all used as medicine!

It's a pity that now we have to take image into consideration, so we can't be too cruel to humanoid monsters. At most, we should behead them, otherwise our reputation will be affected. The recognized trophy, the monster's head, is not suitable as an alchemy material.

He had no choice but to chop off an extra "Giant's Hand" as a trophy on the grounds of Serecanian customs. After roughly feeling it in his hand, the alchemist smiled enigmatically.

"Although I should be happy to defeat the monster, I think your expression is weird. Do you have any special preference for the giant's hand?" After all, they once fought side by side in Belle's House, and the second generation of Bucket. Horace's joking was natural.

"You don't understand. This is a very important prop with an inestimable value. After all, your hard work is not in vain!" Victor directly wrapped his hand with a piece of cloth. "How is Guillaume doing now?"

Thinking of his friend dug out from under the rubble, Horace smiled with his dimples, "What else can I do? I got hit with a stick and my breastplate was a little dented. I was beaten until I vomited blood but my bones were not broken. I will be alive and kicking again soon!"

The alchemist took out a bottle of potion from the herbal bag and said, "Let's go. I have a potion of healing potion here. Let him drink it before sending him to the hospital. Don't let his uncle say that I am not good to Guillaume." His uncle is the knight Palmerin. Lawnfar.

The two of them walked from the place where the giant fell to the tent containing the injured.

"The wine festival is in a few days, and Mr. Corleone is still fighting bravely outside. It seems that he is really confident in the new red wine?"

"Even you, the deputy captain of the city guard, know about this. It seems that Count Crespe's propaganda efforts are amazing!"

The son of the vice-president of the Coopers Guild whistled, "If you want to know about the obscene things he did, it's very simple. Everyone who needs to know knows that I mentioned your situation to my father.

He said: 'The bottom line of fair competition must be adhered to. A batch of high-quality wooden barrels have been sent to the Corleone Manor. Those who gave you rotten barrels will also be punished accordingly to ensure that this kind of thing will not happen again.

To make up for the delay in catching up with this wine festival, I can only say that it is very regrettable. Please issue a statement as soon as possible to clarify that no one will blame the person who just took over the manor if he can't make Sans Ledo, let alone the new red wine. ’”

The boy didn't mention this matter at all when he was at Belle's House last time, so the "bucket second generation" approach meant that he recognized Victor and actively wanted to make friends with him.

"Thank you old Mr. Funez for your concern. Please give him my regards. However, don't worry about this problem. Count Crespe's conspiracy is just to help me save publicity expenses.

Although the oak barrels are not the best, as a winemaker, I guarantee with my grandfather's reputation that 'Lafite' will sweep the wine festival. "

"Oh my God! Are you serious? You have crossed too many fields... Witcher, Alchemist, Honorary Knight, Duvaquin, now you tell me, you are also a winemaker? "

"Yes, don't doubt it, I am the winemaker, just wait to drink good wine! By the way, how do you know I am 'Duvaquin', I thought the people of Toussaint didn't know my reputation? "

Thinking of something interesting, the witcher's mouth curled up. Last time at Belle's House, Guillaume didn't know that "Duvaquin" was sitting next to him in front of him, and he was shouting that he wanted to imitate "Dragonborn" to kill monsters.

The deputy captain of the city guard stopped, and Horace's expression was serious and sincere, "In fact, many people have heard of it, but it's too unbelievable, so they either didn't contact you, or thought it was an exaggeration. "

"But I witnessed your bravery in killing Goat..." He bowed to Victor, "-- Greetings to you, Victor from the east of Zerecania, across the Koraz Desert, born in the storm, the Unsullied of Meliteli, the Fist of the East Fight, the Dragon of Bell Town, the Dawn Breaker, the Alchemist of the Witcher, the Brave Path Crosser, the Arena Champion, the Barehanded Bear Splitter, the Nightmare Transcendence, the Sword Slayer, the Master of the Phantom Troupe, the Knight of Skellige, the Last Dragonborn - Duwakin - the Giant Killer. Victor of Keldra. "

Although it was very pleasant to hear, there was a faint feeling of shame....

Touching his nose, Victor reached out and knocked on his shoulder armor, "Those are just empty names, just like floating clouds."

Looking up, Horace smiled, "Believe it or not? If there was such a floating cloud reputation, Guillaume would be willing to die immediately! "

The witcher was too lazy to answer, and pulled the second generation of barrels by the arm to continue to the injured shelter. Guillaume was not seriously injured, and he was able to drink the healing potion soberly and expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Without disturbing the wounded to rest or the vice-captain to settle the people, Victor agreed to meet them again at the "Wine Festival" and rode away in style.

...

When they arrived at the Petrified Cockatrice Hotel, they had missed the meal time. It was obvious that the crawfish chowder soup was sold out, so the witcher could only order a vanilla roast chicken and brioche butter bread, and eat it with "Lafite" in the Sansredot wine bottle.

How could there be "Lafite"!?

No one should think that a great alchemist would make wine honestly. Of course, he, an unscientific scientist, compared the method of refining medicine, and reversed the process from various results. As long as the taste is not required, even better than Refining medicine is a bit simpler.

"Lafite" - prominent black currant fruit flavor, combined with classic cedar and cigar box aroma, perfect balance, long aftertaste. Definitely an impressive wine!

While dining, he looked at the guests around him. The bustling crowd seemed to be gathering. The always cheerful atmosphere of Beauclair City was not suitable for business talks, so most foreign merchants chose to talk business in suburban trading posts or hotels.

In the atmosphere full of human touch, Victor suddenly remembered the beautiful woman wearing a cloak and making the wolf faction badge vibrate when he first came to the hotel.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and Angouleme said afterwards that there was no hostility, but I always felt as if I had seen that face somewhere later, or it was not the same person, but a very similar outline.

The witcher, immersed in strange thoughts, heard strange conversations in his ears, "You don't know how scared and desperate I was at that time! The monster just appeared quietly and snatched all my spoons. His claws were like swords and he smelled like rotten eggs──".

"──Oh, please, so you mean that the monster appeared from the darkness not to tear you apart and eat you, but to snatch your precious spoons?"

"Uh... I know it's hard to believe, but it's true! "

The young man didn't care about the following arguments. "The monster that steals spoons" evoked memories of his past life. He remembered that it was a poor old woman who was cursed and transformed into a monster by a passing beggar because she refused to give alms for a meal.

As for the way of the curse and the means of removing it, Victor certainly would not miss the opportunity to ask for advice during the days of living with Kayla because of Vivienne Tabris.

Basically, it is very easy for a curse to be established in the demon hunting world. Even an ordinary person can make a dream come true as long as he curses casually in a place with abundant chaotic magic power, of course, it is mostly a nightmare.

And the method of removing the curse often needs to be handled on a case-by-case basis according to local conditions. It can only be solved without sequelae by following the logic of the establishment. For some curses that have no answers, you can only say sorry.

Holding his chin with his left hand, Victor forgot what kind of monster the old woman turned into... But it must not be much bigger than an ordinary person, and the size can fit into an ordinary house.

"It's not dangerous, so help her! "The witcher thought.

After leaving the gold coins to pay the bill, the last two jobs before the wine party were to clean up the Dufour vineyard and this "spoon-stealing monster".

...

But plans can't keep up with changes. When Victor rode his horse along the trail past the cabin in the woods, he saw an old woman in tattered clothes and haggard appearance, kneeling on the ground praying.

The extraordinary five senses accurately captured her prayer, "Prophet Lebioda, please help me, I can't close my eyes because I'm afraid that nightmares will invade again.

Evil spirit! Please give me peace, why do you insist on choosing to harm me! Why are you torturing me? Go away! Evil spirit!"

After hearing her pleading, before he could decide whether to help or not, his hands had already reined in the horse.

Staring at the self-inflicted hand, the witcher couldn't help but reflect on whether he had been a little too sympathetic recently. This woman looked like she had no money!

But from another perspective, this is the leeway that comes only if you are strong enough. When you heard the word "evil spirit" before, how could you dare to provoke it rashly.

As for now, Victor jumped off the horse and walked next to her, smiling with his white teeth, "Madam, you seem to be tortured, who is doing it? Don't be afraid, it's okay, because I'm here!"

The old woman stood up slowly, "Please forgive me, but I have to ask you directly, are you human? I no longer trust my five senses."

"There is no doubt that I am a human being." Victor took off his sunglasses. "Look at my exquisite armor, the two swords on my back, and my shining eyes. No matter how you look at me, I look like a human being!"

"Ah... kind traveler, it turns out you are a witcher, and my name is Pinastri. But no, I'm afraid you can't help me..."

With a good attitude, the young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Kelzo's Victor. Please tell me what's going on first, and then I'll know if I can help?"

The gorgeous armor and shining swords, the strong faith and mutated pupils gave the tortured old woman the courage to seek help.

"It's like this. There is a despicable demon or spirit that is haunting me and refusing to give me peace. I can feel that it wants something, but I don't know what it is. Every day it comes out and wanders around and then leaves. , it’s behind the trees now!”

Looking in the direction of the old woman's finger, the afternoon sun was shining brightly. With the witcher's extraordinary vision, he saw that it was just an ordinary bush. "I didn't see anything... Wait, I think I saw a majestic horse." The dark horse? "

"Of course, no one can see it!...You saw it!?" Pinastri looked surprised, "Did you drink the magic potion too?"

Staring at the faint shadow of the black horse, which looked like it was just wandering nearby, Victor frowned, "Magic potion...what potion? You drink magic potion to observe spiritual bodies?"

"The potion I made myself will cause headaches and dizziness after drinking it, but I have to endure these symptoms to see clearly the evil spirit that is tormenting me."

"Can you tell me how it tortures you?" After receiving the urgent notification from the depths of his mind, the witcher covered his mouth with his hand.

“The huge black horse, its hooves pounding the ground in the dark, would run towards me, stop and stare at me, then run away again.

Since you can see it, you must also know that it is not a creature of this world. It is the incarnation of the devil. There are only holes in its black eyes. Whenever it comes to me and stares at me, I feel the pain in my heart. A chill and fear. "

The more Pinastri spoke, the smoother she became. She could sense that the witcher in front of her was staring at the demonic giant horse with fearless eyes, and he covered his mouth with his hand... was he snickering! ?

Covering his mouth with his hand, Victor was indeed snickering. He was happy that good people would be rewarded, "Madam, what is your potion made of? I want to know what materials you use to create such clear vision. Is it hallucinogenic mushrooms, muscaria, or datura?”

The reason why the boy asked about the medicinal materials was because in the memory of his previous life, Pinastri's vision potion had no practical value in itself, but the side effects were very miraculous! It's a very interesting magic potion.

"It turns out that you also know a lot about herbal medicine. I use gray-headed mushrooms." The female hermit answered kindly.

Victor's eyes lit up when he heard the name. When she was studying with Aunt Nannick at the Meliteli Temple, she mentioned many times that this mushroom, which became extinct due to climate change, could be used to make very powerful spiritual vision potions. It was the best choice for seances in ancient times. Unexpectedly, it turned out that There will still be some left in Toussaint.

"No wonder you get headaches and dizziness after drinking the potion. The gray-headed mushroom has strong side effects. I thought it was extinct!"

"On the verge of extinction, but not completely extinct. I used dried spores to cultivate a few strains. I had to use gray-headed mushrooms to make medicine to see the true form of this nightmare."

"I see, I can help you deal with this demon, but in fact I can only see a faint shadow. I need your gray-headed mushroom potion to help you see the demon clearly."

After receiving a positive answer, the female hermit nodded happily, "I'm happy to help you brew the potion. There are two mushrooms left to make one potion. It just takes some time. Please come inside and wait. Ah, there's one more thing , I’m sorry I don’t have anything to entertain you, I just have a lot of potatoes, and I’m afraid the only reward is potatoes.”

The cabin is not bare-walled because the walls are covered with dried herbs, but she definitely belongs to a poor farmer's family. The prayer book of Prophet Lebioda and the whip were placed on the table to show the woman's faith.

Victor bowed slightly and said, "Honorable lady, you don't need potatoes. Just give me some spores of the gray-headed mushroom and teach me how to cultivate it. This precious mushroom cannot become extinct."

I have come to a conclusion on the leave adjustment, and I really want to ask for leave again! This is how pigeons were born, hahahaha.

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