Witcher's Atelier

"The Rotting Letter"

"Dear Master Revasor:

I know that you have made a living by hunting down absconding criminals for many years. I respect and understand your rich experience, so I have an unusual task to entrust to you. You may be wondering why I put this in writing and why we can’t meet in person?

Actually... in my current situation, it is very dangerous to show up in person - it is not me who is in danger, but the person who meets me is in danger. Let’s not talk about it. The core of the problem is that I may be suffering from a curse, or it may be a side effect of the medicine that the herbalist gave me in the past (I hope it is the latter, so I asked you for help).

Shortly after I visited her, she disappeared without a trace. I am eager to solve my strange disease, so I want to ask you for help. I want you to find a woman who used to make a living selling herbs here.

When I found her, I asked her as much detail as possible about the herbs she prescribed for me. If she is the cause of my pain, force her to take out the antidote. You will never regret it. I am rich and I will not be stingy in my reward.

If my pain has nothing to do with this herbalist, let her go, for it means that I am under the influence of a terrible curse, and only the gods can relieve my pain. This curse must have been cast by a tramp who one day I came to my estate in the evening when I was entertaining friends.

If you find the homeless man, I'll double your reward. Unfortunately, all I remember about this homeless man is that he sold mirrors. I know the intel is vague, but it's better than nothing. I trust your professional abilities and wish you good luck. "

Sincerely, Marlene Drostamara

…

Different from the abandoned Drostamara Manor, every piece of glass in the windows of the Corleone Manor is bright, and you can clearly see the scene outside.

Today is the day for the graduation of the fifth batch of trainees in the Manor Guard Training Camp. The chief instructor, Ms. Angoulin, is dressed in high spirits and directs everyone to conduct the final triathlon test.

The man sweating profusely under the sun reminded the owner of the manor of his lost youth. Of course, he had no intention of getting involved. One good memory was enough.

Taking a sip of black tea, the crispy bacon and cheese were fragrant, and Victor enjoyed breakfast in the spacious dining room at home.

Opposite the seat, Ms. Marlene was dining under Ah Fu's care. She was still very weak at this time, tortured by a vicious curse, and her body, which had not eaten for more than a hundred years, needed some time to recover.

Sighing from the bottom of her heart, lifting the curse of Marlene Drostamara may be the beginning of another painful period for her. All her relatives and friends have passed away, and the poor old lady is now alone and helpless.

Fortunately, Ah Fu, who is a good butler, took over. Otherwise, he would really only be able to save people, and would not be patient and good at handling follow-up care.

His eyes returned to the letter in his hand. The curse was lifted at Drostamara Manor a few days ago. Before he left with the fainted Ms. Marlene, he accidentally found this old letter and took it with him.

When I opened it later, I found that the letter was a commission written by Marlene to a witcher before she completely turned into a monster. The content basically did not differ much from the diary. Only the small details mentioned at the end of the letter made Victor quite curious. For surprise.

She tried to ask the victim for details, but unfortunately her memory was fuzzy. The written record in the letter was all she knew.

The key word is the homeless man who sells mirrors. He may be the extraterritorial devil who appears in the expansion pack and is known as the "Mirror Master". He is an evil existence that cannot be defeated and can only be outmaneuvered.

"Forget it, it happened more than a hundred years ago. For a being like that, he should not look down on a little shrimp like me."

After folding the letter and putting it away, Victor wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, greeted Ms. Marlene, stood up and asked Ah Fu to come outside to talk.

After softly comforting Marlene, the housekeeper handed over the work to the maid and followed the footsteps of the witcher.

They stood in the courtyard talking, and the chrysanthemums in the garden were in full bloom.

"Thank you for your hard work. Since I came back last night, I have observed many wonderful changes in the manor. You have done well during this period."

Praise to the owner of the manor, butler Alfred. Futi, stroking his chest to express his gratitude, "I'm glad you are satisfied, Lord Wick. While you were away, the manor recently hired a total of fifty-nine people, including forty-five guards, eight housewives, and five vineyards. Workers, as well as specially trained personal maids, perhaps you wish-"

"──I have no hope," Victor interrupted with a smile and waved his hand, "My room is private and I am used to taking care of it myself. I don't need a personal maid. If Angoulaine is willing, I can arrange it for her.

Then in the future, the personnel recruitment and dismissal will also be left to your supervision and management. You don’t need to report it to me without me asking.

A competent housekeeper should know the details of manor management better than the master, manage the servants, assign work, supervise and inspect, and ensure that everything in the master's manor runs smoothly.

And my responsibility is to enjoy life, sleep in a clean bed, eat good food and drink good wine, wear brand-new dresses, attend various banquets, and dance with unique beauties.

Do you think I'm right? "

Pushing down his sunglasses, butler Ah Fu bowed, "It couldn't be more thorough."

Victor raised his hands to stretch his back muscles, "In the afternoon, Angouleme and I took 'Lafite' and set off to Beauclair City to participate in tomorrow's wine festival. I will leave the celebrations in the manor to you. It will be the same as before. Don't let it happen. They fucked in my fountain!

I am not sure how many days I will stay in the city, but I will definitely not return until winter. Please take good care of Ms. Martha and let her recover as soon as possible. You also heard last night about the torture and pain she has endured over the years. And she is my "guest"! Don't make the mistake of positioning her. "

"I will definitely not make a mistake, sir."

"Well... while I was away, apart from those visitors who cared about "Lafite" or "Sansredor Lost", did anything else special happen? "

After thinking for a while, "No, as far as I know. "The butler responded seriously.

…

A few hours later, Victor and Angouleme rode side by side, and twelve guards escorted the carriage loaded with 'Lafite', and the group headed north.

After more than a month without talking to the members, the leader of the Phantom Troupe must seize the time to make up. The long embankment of a hundred miles was destroyed by a small ant hole, and he remembered the story of "horseshoe nails" since he was a child.

To be honest, Angouleme's performance as the head of the family was beyond Victor's expectations. Not only did he bring out a well-dressed guard, but he also changed his temperament and body. Now his speech and behavior are , and also has some aristocratic style.

After listening to the stories of the members, the leader also told about his gains from exploring Professor Moreau's laboratory. In the narrative, Keira Metz is of course an unavoidable member, but Victor mentioned it lightly, and Angouleme didn't care much or knew it in his heart.

During the casual chat, I unknowingly saw the city of Beauclair in sight, and suddenly I thought of the question I asked the butler just now, "Ah... When I was away, apart from those visitors who cared about 'Lafite' or 'Sansredor Lost', did anything else special happen?"

After thinking about it, she raised her thick eyebrows, "Yes, there is a very strange situation." Angouleme said seriously: "About ten days before you came back, a man dressed as a mercenary came to Corleone Manor and said he wanted to ask the witcher to solve an invisible monster!"

"Invisible monster!?"

"Yes, he said that when the goods were transported through the foot of Mount Gorgon, a blood mist suddenly filled the air, and then their people were dragged into the mist one by one, screaming and dying, and they couldn't cut anything with swords.

Now he and his partner are recuperating in Beauclair City. The address he left is Pheasant Garden Tavern. He said he will wait for you there until you come back. "

"Blood mist... maybe a little mist demon? Although I'm not sure what kind of monster it is, the commission sounds quite normal. Besides, if they are still waiting for me, Pheasant Garden Hotel will stay for more than ten days. The financial resources must be very good, and I can extort a lot of money from him. So what do you think is strange?"

Angoulême chuckled, "When he talked to me, a faint red light flashed on his body, and he was hostile to me. As a client who asked for help from the witcher, do you think this phenomenon is normal?

You know, I don't have mutant eyes, I'm 100% human.

And that guy looked nervous and terrified, but I always felt that he didn't care about this matter as much as he showed. My intuitive judgment was that he wanted to lead you to the foot of Mount Gorgon.

Touching the horse's mane, Victor had no doubt about Angouleme's thoughts. The so-called Eagle Vision is such an unreasonable existence. All conspiracies are almost invisible in front of her. As long as you want to harm her, she will know, so this commission must be problematic.

But he wouldn't think too much. He knew that he was now somewhat famous, and many people would want to use him to do something unspeakable. Victor was self-aware of this.

"Well done, you are worthy of it. When the wine festival is over tomorrow, I will ask my friends to check their backgrounds. If they are unknown, I will detain them first to see what they want to do! Are there any other interesting things?"

The girl scratched her head, "Well... does what happened this morning count? Thank you for giving up your personal maid. I like this transfer very much. You know, she is a beautiful massage master!"

"Huh! What did you say!?" Hearing that the maid actually had this skill, the boy subconsciously wanted to ask for details!

Anticouran had anticipated Victor's reaction long ago, and he pinched amber and rushed to the city gate happily, "I can't regret it. What I gave to me is mine. You have to give it up yourself!"

The witcher walked slowly, holding the reins, touching his nose, feeling that he had lost 100 million.

After presenting the certificate and passing through the city gate, Victor accompanied the carriage to deliver the Lafite to the palace for storage according to the process of the "Wine Festival". After sealing it with a seal, it was put into the cellar to ensure that no one could tamper with the red wine.

Tomorrow, all the red wines will be opened on the spot and toasted in court. Everyone will know immediately whether the wine is good or not, especially Baroness Anaietta, sorceress Fringilla, and wine tasting master Beno, who are all recognized as impossible to be bribed.

Considering the mercenaries with conspiracy and not wanting to alert the enemy, the witcher did not stay at the "Pheasant Garden Hotel", but stayed at the "Book Bag Tavern" in the lower city.

So he spent the night peacefully.

"Wine Festival", an important festival that is indispensable to the principality in the second week of the next month after the Wine Barrel Festival every year.

The people of Toussaint regard wine as a sacred object. Here, blood and wine are equivalent. Without the blood that flowed in the past, there would be no East of the East, Everus, and Fiorano Rose Red...

Many world-famous wine estates, such as Castello Ravello, Pomerol, Vermentino, and Dufour, have spent a lot of effort to maintain the fine traditions and secret recipes passed down from generation to generation, in order to maintain the good reputation of their own brands. The importance of this festival can be seen.

So from the morning, the palace's courtyard was open to the citizens, nobles, knights, courtiers, merchants and common people. Today, they all had a common identity, that is, people who came to drink.

The leather drums and tambourines beat cheerful rhythms, and the flutes and harps sang beautiful melodies. Seeing barrels of fine wine being carried from the depths of the cellar to under the pergola, the audience was excited and excited. When some well-known brands appeared, some people even screamed!

The crowd was dressed in formal clothes and had a confident and calm demeanor. Victor never left his steel sword at his waist.

And the people standing by his side and explaining the customs to him today were not his old friends Milton or Palmerin, but the younger generation of "Golden Haired Love Fool" Guillaume Launfar and "Smiling Dimples Barrel Second Generation" Horace Funes.

The wounds from the giant had not yet healed, and there were bandages under his dress. Guillaume was injured and certainly not here for Victor. His eyes were fixed on the viewing platform. With Vivienne. Tabriz's figure was moving and drifting, and to be honest, that silly look was quite hilarious.

With a helpless pout, the deputy captain of the Principality Guard bowed slightly to the witcher with apology for his friend's disrespect, while Victor smiled and shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and anyone who argued with a fool was also a fool.

As for Angouleme, they had already become acquainted last time, so of course they were also in the special seat on the viewing platform this time, and were whispering face to face with Vivienne Tabriz.

She was wearing a conservative long skirt today, without any particularly expensive accessories, but even if it was a conservative long skirt, a good-looking person would look good in anything.

"Do you really have confidence?" Vivienne asked worriedly, "Why don't you just give up? Didn't I write to you saying it's okay to give up? I've explained your difficulties to the open-minded lady."

Close to Vivienne's transparent and delicate ear, Angouleme licked it mischievously, causing her to let out a cute little scream, "I don't know how others feel, but I like Lafite very much. I've drunk a lot of good things, but none of them can compare to it.

You know, my brother Mr. Victor is narrow-minded, has a bad temper, is tough and ruthless, but has only one advantage - he always keeps his word! He said that if he wins a viscount, he won't be a baron!"

"Hey! It's time and you're still joking like this. If you make the baroness angry later, the consequences will be very serious!"

"Tell you a secret, I saw him practicing the angle of aristocratic reserve in front of the mirror last night. If he doesn't take a viscount today, the consequences will be very serious. Mr. Corleone, who has lost face, is unreasonable!"

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