Witcher's Atelier

Afternoon time, Corleone Manor, in the master bedroom.

"Wick, it's almost time, are you ready to participate in the ceremony?" Horace who spoke smiled maliciously, because Vivienne. Ms. Tablis is helping Victor adjust his collar.

His expression was calm and unchanging, "Okay, we can start. Thank you, Miss Tablis."

She touched her ears and whispered, "What about what I just mentioned to you?"

"Don't worry, witchers have professional ethics. You didn't ask me anything about your friends! I won't look at you differently because you advertised my first love."

Hearing Victor's assurance and self-deprecation, Vivienne smiled happily, lifted up her skirt and saluted, "Greetings to you, may there be no dust under your feet, Lord Corleone."

The witcher and the deputy captain went downstairs to the hall. After a busy morning of butler Afu, this place has now become a temporary knighting venue.

As early as the beginning of the renovation of the manor, Victor had said that there was no need to save money, so now that the arrangements were slightly arranged, many high-level nobles who were originally reluctant to attend, thinking they were country bumpkins, stood in the splendid venue and had to admit that Mr. Corleone He is a classy person.

Standing in the center of the hall, the focus of everyone's attention is naturally Anna. Grand Duke Henrietta, she changed out of the hunting clothes she had worn in the morning with the dress brought by her attendants, an emerald green tutu.

Comparing the before and after outfits, Victor could tell that she was not wearing a corset today. What must be emphasized here is that there is no need to rely on external accessories, the curve itself is very beautiful.

Standing behind Anayetta was the guard captain Damien, with Palmerin and Milton guarding her on both sides. The upper-class hall was quite suitable as a temporary palace, so people kept taking the opportunity to come forward to see her for help.

While waiting after arriving, Victor saw many people he knew among the people who came to watch the ceremony. Among them, Count Kresp, Lafite's most loyal supporter, and Nilfgaard's ambassador Hillard, these two Nobles were the last thing Victor wanted to see.

As for the nobleman who was talking to Her Highness the Countess, he was wearing a large basin hat decorated with feathers and was well dressed, but his words were pleading and pleading, saying that his grapes had been damaged this year and the mill's recent business was also very bad. , I hope the palace can take care of it, and it is best to reduce taxes.

"Tch...that Earl of Rakus is a famous stingy man! God knows he was a knight before. You must never become like him in the future." Horace explained in a low voice. It was obvious that this stingy knight , is the talking point of the nobles of the principality.

Mr. Corleone shrugged his shoulders, "I rarely touch money. I have no interest in money!"

When Horace heard this, he tried his best to hold it back so as not to laugh wildly in front of the palace. He had not forgotten at all how the alchemist made money from the knights when he first arrived in Beauclair!

The enlightened lady at the scene thought for a moment and accepted Count Lakos's request to let the palace order twelve bags each of wheat flour and rye flour every month to get rid of this greedy operator.

Horace, who could hardly hold back his laughter, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and in a voice that could be heard clearly by everyone around him, reported a fact that everyone had clearly seen, "Your Highness, Victor of Keldro , waiting for your summons."

The fluffy blond hair naturally spread around her shoulders. The crown on Annaetta's head was decorated with emeralds and emeralds. The successive visits seemed to give her the illusion of being in the palace, so she chanted: "Dear subjects! Now next Something is about to begin. As a ruler, I shoulder many responsibilities, and this responsibility is the most important to me!" As if her emotional tone was not enough, she also added a wave of gestures.

Victor, not far away, stood with his hands folded in front of his belly, listening attentively.

Her Majesty the Countess looked at the witcher with a smile, "Lafite, another wonderful discovery, like first love! Bringing a new wine noble to Toussaint, this honor belongs to Viscount Victor of the Corleone Manor."

Sebastian stayed at the palace today, and the temporary master of ceremonies was Captain Damien. Tour, just listen to his loud voice: "Victor of Kelzo, the creator of 'First Love' Lafite, please take a few steps forward."

The young man blinked and wondered if he was hearing something. There seemed to be a strange prefix in front of "Lafite"... but he knew that his hearing was fine, and the emcee was not allowed to make mistakes on this occasion.

In other words, in the future, there are likely to be advertising slogans like "Gifts require gold, and first love requires Lafite"?

"Ahem!" Damien interrupted his imaginative thoughts with a cough and a look, clearly signaling Victor to stop being in a daze and hurry up.

There was a burst of vague laughter that was not entirely malicious. They thought that Viscount Corleone was too happy and was stupid. This kind of thing was not uncommon.

After straightening his clothes and correcting his demeanor, the witcher took a few steps forward and stood in front of the enlightened lady, stroking her breasts and saluting.

With a pleased smile, Her Majesty the Baroness raised her voice slightly, "Based on the judgment of the palace sommelier Benaud and me - Anna Henrietta, the quality of Lafite is tentatively designated as Viscount, and was awarded to the owner of the Corleone Manor, Vic. Mr. Corleone."

After speaking, she approached the witcher and pinned on him the medal symbolizing the nobility of red wine, the family crest of the "protective umbrella" surrounded by grapevines, and "Lafite" engraved in cursive characters below.

Pinning the badge, Anayetta took two steps back and said, "This knighthood represents the Principality's recognition of the Corleone Manor!" She took the wine glass filled with Lafite from Vivienne and took a symbolic sip. It belonged to her. The part is now complete.

She patted her chest, "From now on, you are Lord Corleone! Our conversation does not need to be so formal. Now I have a small personal request?"

"Of course, Your Majesty, in addition to the sample wine, I will transport ten additional barrels of Lafite to the palace wine cellar for storage!" Victor responded politely, thinking he had guessed what the other party was thinking.

But she raised a finger and shook it from side to side, "Although this matter is also very important, I'm not talking about this. What I'm talking about is "This Witcher Isn't Too Cold". The story has been completed and I'm very happy after reading it. like.

Although there are still more than ten days before the knight's tournament, and I believe you are busy training your riding and archery skills, I still hope that you will take time as soon as possible to do the final review, and then adapt it into a script and rehearse the stage play.

Forgive me that I still have many official matters to deal with and cannot stay to attend the banquet. I will let Vivienne represent me... Finally, thank you for the gift of Lafite. I will personally give you a barrel of Sangre, a fine wine used by the royal court. Give it a try and see how it tastes. It may inspire you to keep trying. "

After speaking, the cheerful and cheerful lady left with a smile.

Mr. Corleone, who was left freshly baked, secretly cursed in his heart, "I really can't figure you out, you imaginative Anayetta. In fact, I want to sell 'Lafite', and I didn't say I would give it to you." ah!"

Of course, on the surface, he sent His Majesty away respectfully.

…

After the investiture ceremony, a celebration banquet was held in the evening as the title suggests. Although the enlightened lady left early, everyone heard that she asked representative Vivienne to attend. A much-loved upstart, a sedan chair was carried. People, the participation situation is naturally very positive.

Some people with active minds even thought from the appearance of the wine they had just exchanged that they were also made viscounts and were also bards. Although Victor was not as good as someone in appearance, he was much younger and stronger.

I heard that witchers are as brave as animals. Her Majesty is now mature and single. She may have trouble getting married, but there is definitely no problem in falling in love. Some nobles with darker thoughts have already begun to weave stories in their hearts that the masses like to hear.

Of course, all the above will be slowly fermented in the next few months. The peak of Corleone Manor is right in front of us, the highlight moment of blooming flowers.

No one came up and said weird things, which made Victor, who was expecting a slap in the face, slightly disappointed. Isn't there a relatively stupid person who jumped out to save Lord Corleone's boring night?

Yes, that's right, he felt bored. He had enjoyed the short-term vanity from a noble point of view. Although he could still cope with empty conversations, he couldn't stop the feeling of boredom from spreading. They were all people he didn't know and had no need to know. people.

But he didn't want to take the initiative to talk to Ambassador Hillard or Count Cresp. Talking to them would not be boring, but it would be irritating.

Milton and Palmerin, two more generous friends, and Damien. Tuer jointly escorted Anayetta back to Beauclair City.

"Love Fool" Guillaume stayed beside Vivienne without moving, and "Bucket II" Horace also had some social activities to face. Society is really a big dyeing vat, and no one is free in it.

Some time passed, and after bidding farewell to the fat unknown nobleman in front of him again, Victor strolled to the balcony on the second floor and sat down, enjoying the autumn evening breeze.

"Good evening, Your Excellency, would you like to come out to enjoy the morning breeze? What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Victor looked at the person who came and was sure that the other person did not meet by chance intentionally, but it was a real coincidence. As the financial officer of the principality──Lafayette. Surman is responsible for paying the salaries of all the knights errant, and he does not need to cater to anyone.

He had given the sample wine and formula of "Sans Ledo Confusion" to Victor, and after the awarding ceremony in the afternoon, he rushed over to collect the sample wine and formula of "First Love Lafite".

Of course, they both know that this is definitely not a complete recipe, and the owner of the manor must have kept it secret, but the process of sampling the wine and handing over the recipe must still be completed, because Toussaint's tradition is supreme.

I am not familiar with Financial Officer Victor, but since I have met him, a non-awkward conversation is a social obligation.

"Good evening, Mr. Lafayette, I'm going to come out and get some fresh air. Are you satisfied with tonight's reception? Are there any shortcomings?"

"No, you have a very capable butler. Although you are a rising noble, you don't have the aura of a nouveau riche at all. Of course, I am not implying anything, but your rise is indeed shockingly fast!

I still remember the scene when I handed over ‘Sansi Ledo Confusion’ to you last month. Who could have imagined at that time that you did not try to recreate the past, but worked hard to create the future! "

"Everything is a coincidence, Lebioda's guidance, Steins;Gate's choice."

"Then I hope there are more coincidences like this, and please be sure to pay your taxes honestly! Although I am embarrassed to say this, I will keep an eye on Rafi. She is an indispensable part of this year's financial operations. I have full confidence in her." ! Thank you for the wonderful story that gave me the idea of ​​​​prefixing Rafi with my first love.”

Victor chuckled. There is nothing to complain about. There is no future in living alone. If you want to be a hit, you must have enough profit sharing, not to mention that paying taxes in accordance with the law is a citizen's obligation.

While thinking about things, a scene in the corner of the hall suddenly caught Victor's attention. It was Angouleme, who was wearing a skirt, surrounded by four or five handsome young men who were courting her. With his extraordinary vision, he could see clearly that the number and quality of them were not worse than those around Vivienne Tabris!

This surprised him and he couldn't understand why this happened. Not long ago, he was even worried that this girl might not be able to get married, but now it seems that she has a lot of options.

"You feel confused about this scene? As expected of an elder brother, you can't see the advantages of your younger sister," the financial officer followed the manor owner's line of sight and witnessed the courtship. He smiled and revealed the secret, "There is no shortage of smart people everywhere. Although it is a bit rude to say this, as far as I know, witchers do not have reproductive ability, and Ms. Angouleme is both close to you and your only sister. The real Lafite formula, the heir of the Corleone Manor, is mostly from her descendants. In this case, the sooner the better to invest, it will be too late when the dust settles!"

Suddenly awake, Victor squinted his eyes. It turned out that they were worried about this rich inheritance. He was really lucky. Before he was 20 years old, someone was helping him to consider his affairs after his death...

Although witchers rarely settled for a long time, if they wanted to inherit the manor and title, it was almost inevitable to hand over the family business to their relatives. But no one knew that Victor didn't care much about the manor or title at all. He just wanted to collect them. Since he had them before, he wouldn't think there was any problem even if he lost them immediately.

As for whether Angouleme would be blinded, Victor was not worried at all. She was sensitive to human malice, and with Eagle Vision, instead of worrying about her being deceived, perhaps she should worry about not being able to find someone who could deceive her.

After the treasurer Lafayette politely left, Victor stared at the hall full of extravagance and laughed dumbly, shaking his head to shake off his worries.

He was not sure whether to spend the winter in Toussaint. Although everything here was beautiful, it seemed quite boring. Maybe it would be comfortable to choose to retire here in the future, but it seemed too early to say at this moment. And in the north, the witcher had two people he cared about more.

Victor had to decide his whereabouts as soon as possible. After all, it would not be long before the Theodula Pass would be covered with snow, closing the road to the north.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my family is enjoying the moon while I am rushing to finish my manuscript. Thanks to the encouragement of the 10,000 rewards from the West Sea Scallop, and thanks to the rewards and encouragement from Xiachong and Bing, Xiao and devildan.