Witcher's Atelier

Many people may think that wearing heavy armor will be cumbersome and even difficult to move.

But in fact, depending on the number of parts, the plate armor is not as heavy as imagined, with a total weight of about 45 to 80 pounds. This number is far less than the "march load" of modern armies, and is not decisively different from the "load before battle". In addition, the weight is distributed throughout the body, so the body feels lighter than it actually is.

As for the inconvenience of movement, it is even more of a stereotype. The battlefield is the most cruel place. How can we tolerate defective products when life and death are at stake? Wearing armor can easily perform various physical movements, including running fast, lying down and then standing, jumping on a horse and rolling around, etc. The mobility performance is quite excellent.

Lined with padded clothing, put on a chainmail, and then put on the Toussaint knight's armor. The outside is a black and gold plaid robe, with a shield embroidered on the chest, and in the center of the shield is the red and white umbrella family crest.

"Is that you Victor? Lebioda's beard! You look so majestic in this outfit. Countless beauties from Beauclair will be impressed by your charm!"

There is a pergola next to the arena for contestants to adjust their condition before taking the field. They sit on one of the chairs and the family emblem of Palmeline is a cross and a golden lily. Raunfar, happily waved to the witcher.

After Victor's careful treatment, the knight changed from bald to short hair and looked ten years younger, but still insisted on wearing Elvis sideburns.

The young man approached leisurely and said, "Good morning, thank you for your compliment. I didn't expect to meet my dear Sir here. Come here to participate in the tourney! Do you also have hopes for the championship title?"

"Haha, you still need to ask? I will compete with Lin Faen of Atri! The former champion who ended his Cavaliers career last year is my friend. I have to knock him down from that position!"

"Then I'm afraid you have to pass my test first. After all, my goal is also to be the champion." Victor sat next to him and picked up the wine glass to drink. It was light fruit wine.

If it weren't for Palmerin's invitation, he wouldn't have dared to drink it. It is common to drink the wrong thing before a match, resulting in dizziness. Although witchers are immune to most poisons, there is no need to torture the body.

"No matter who it is, it would be a shame for the Toussaint Knights if Lin Faen cannot win the championship again this year!"

"I seem to have heard someone mention it. Everyone knows that this Attri man is ruthless. Doesn't the principality have any means of restraint?"

The baron spat angrily, "Who can point fingers at a Nilfgaardian? From the moment he surrendered after the destruction of Cintra, we know that this is a guy without the slightest sense of honor..."

The young man looked at the sky. It was still a while before playing time. Listening to Jazz's gossip would be a good way to kill time.

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Toussaint's knight competition is divided into three days. The first day is the archery competition. Participants must pass the preliminaries and hit the bullseye with ten arrows within fifty yards before they can participate in the second stage. A pair of One knockout round.

After passing the preliminaries without wind or rain, Victor stepped into the archery field with a crowd of onlookers. The trumpeter blew loudly in the crowd, announcing that the single-elimination round of the semi-finals was about to begin.

Wearing a dark green and bright yellow dress, Vivienne. Tablis stood on the high platform to preside over the opening ceremony. The girl was graceful and elegant, without any shyness. "I salute you, skilled knights. I hope you will show your strength and fight with all your heart. The winner will receive generous rewards! I look forward to you." Wonderful performance!”

After speaking, she sat down amid warm applause. Then the horn sounded again, and the roll call officer who was responsible for heating up the atmosphere came on stage.

"Ah! The first game of the archery competition was so exciting. What should I do if I can't see it in the future? Let's warmly welcome the prince of Mehet, Golden Expark. This year is his fourth time participating in the competition. Audiences, you are so lucky. Today we will witness the sharpshooter who shot an arrow into a willow branch a hundred steps away! Later, the arrow he shot will hit the center of the blue target.”

Holding the hunting bow in his left hand high, Golden enjoyed the cheers of the crowd in the center of the arena. Victor, who was standing beside him, was amused and couldn't help but whispered, "Hey! Prince of Mehter, do you really mean what he said?" So powerful!?"

Unfortunately, he could not wait for the other party to answer. The roll call official then began to introduce the young man.

"Of course, the contender for the marksman cannot be an unknown newcomer. He is Skellige's first and perhaps last honorary knight - Victor of Keldro! Although he looks quite young, he To achieve such a great reputation, I believe he is not a liar! The arrow he shoots needs to hit the red target!"

Hearing the disapproval and ridicule in the emcee's words, Victor raised his eyebrows, and the audience burst into malicious laughter.

"Hey! Hillbilly Skellige, are you really as powerful as he says!?" The competitor's opponent, Golden, tilted his head and mocked.

Victor smiled nonchalantly, "Don't worry, you will know the answer soon!"

The sarcasm collided with the calm attitude, and Golden's face suddenly darkened, "Then we'll see, barbarian!"

"Now please go to the shooting area, the competition is about to begin!" Shortly after the roll call officer shouted, the cheers were sounded by trumpeter Hunter, which this time meant the start of the competition.

The rematch of archery is a one-on-one score comparison. There are three rows of dummies with different heights and distances. The chests are alternately painted with red and blue colors. If they are hit by an arrow, they will fall down.

You will get points if you shoot the right color, and if you shoot the wrong target, there will be no points, but it will reduce your opponent's total points.

In theory, this design is quite beneficial for bows with faster shooting speeds.

But... this is just a theory.

In fact, at the beginning of the game, Golden was shocked by the power displayed by the country bumpkin. The crossbow was as light as a toy in his hand. It normally takes several seconds to load the crossbow, but he managed to shoot an arrow at a rate of nearly one second. His hand speed was so fast that it left an afterimage on the crossbow mechanism, which stunned the onlookers.

In addition, the right hand holding the crossbow was so stable that it seemed to be almost constant without recoil. The click of the mechanism and the whizzing of the crossbow arrows merged into one. The dummies near him were all shot down quickly regardless of red or blue.

Then he started shooting at his side! ?

After waking up from the shock, Golden quickly opened his bow and shot, but the victory or defeat had already been decided. Everyone knew that the prince's pursuit was meaningless.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!" Soon the trumpet was blown again, which was the sound of the end of the game.

The announcer announced loudly: "No need to count, anyone with eyes can see that the victory belongs to Victor of Keldra. His crossbow arrows are like a storm, sweeping all the bull's eyes! Poor Mr. Golden must feel like he is in a nightmare, and the pain in his heart is hard to heal!"

This time, the voices of the crowd were no longer malicious laughter, but stomping and applause to express cheers for the winner.

Victor looked at Golden and laughed calmly, just like before the game started, "That's how powerful it is. Do you know now?"

This attitude was more stimulating than violent ridicule. Prince Meht's face was livid, and he angrily broke the bow and threw it to the ground, leaving the arena without looking back.

After a while, the noise gradually subsided, and Vivienne Tabris came down from the high platform to the arena, holding the prize in her hand - a fine crossbow with a circular groove on the top with the "protective umbrella" pattern just painted by the painter.

She walked to Victor's side, "Please accept your victory prize, Mr. Corleone, congratulations on your victory!" Her eyebrows curved and her eyes were full of smiles.

The witcher shrugged his shoulders, "Thank you, Miss, after watching my game, do you still doubt my victory now?"

"Before I saw it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that someone's hand speed could be so fast. Angouleme told me that you only practiced for fifteen days, and your hands have thick calluses. You are worthy of being the fastest shooter this year!"

"Thank you for your praise. When you go into the forest with your friends at night, be careful not to be followed."

Vivienne agreed seriously when she mentioned the business.

After the award ceremony, she returned to the high platform, and Victor also left the arena.

...

After the sun went down, the witcher, who had finished dinner early, sent Angouleme out, and then stepped into the small forest next to the arena alone.

Activating the extraordinary perception, the result of the second mutation "magic sense", made him have a keenness close to that of a mage in the concentration and distribution of magic power.

The forest was indeed filled with chaotic magic. Following the flow of magic, the witcher came to the unknown pond, the gathering place of forest magic, and meditated and waited for Ms. Tabriz and her non-existent friend.

After several suggestions, when Vivienne said that she would invite Victor to the forest to meet her "friend", the young man knew that she was going to show her hand.

"Witcher... witcher!"

After a while, a familiar voice came from behind. Victor turned his head but did not see Vivienne, only a beautiful "birdman" standing in the distance.

The color of her feathers was dark green and bright yellow, which directly reminded Victor of the clothes Vivienne usually wore.

So he smiled and nodded, "Good evening, Ms. Tabriz."

"Are you not surprised at all?" The beak replaced the nose, and her lips were still human, and so was her voice.

"It is common to use the name of a friend when consulting on sensitive issues."

"Okay. Now that you have seen it with your own eyes, is there a way to solve my problem?"

When speaking, the birdman kept a distance from the witcher, and a slight tremor could be heard in her steady tone. This state made her uneasy.

"Before you tell me the whole story, I can't promise to solve the problem, but I can promise not to draw my sword against you and keep it a secret."

Keeping a distance and thinking, she covered her sensitive parts with colorful feathers, looking like a queen of a masquerade.

As for her lower abdomen, most of her back, and the skin below her knees, they were dazzlingly white under the moonlight.

Victor held his chin with his hand and admired the rare beautiful birdman.

"You won't betray me, use what I said against me, and tell others, right?"

"I swear on the honor of my grandfather!"

Vivian said unhappily, "Too insincere! Change it, you don't have a grandfather at all!"

"Then swear on my 'first love' Rafi?"

"Hahaha!" Finally she laughed out loud, and the tense atmosphere was relieved. Vivienne slowly walked to Victor's side and hesitated before sitting down.

"Are you really not afraid at all? I was accidentally seen in the palace before, and the lady screamed miserably!"

"I have seen too many more terrifying things. And to be honest, you look pretty good in this form, with unique charm. East of Zerecania, such a slight transformation is very popular, especially the cat-eared girls are very valuable."

Vivienne squinted her blue eyes, "Damn Bell Town people, you just keep making up stories... The respectable lady is not here, so I can only choose to trust you. Of course, if you were not so young, I would have more confidence! How do you know that this pond can temporarily change me into my original form?"

"Look into my eyes, I am a professional witcher." This kind of questioning does not need to bring up the prophet, and the other party can be convinced with "eyes".

Perhaps she also gained confidence from the Samsara Eye, she sighed, "That's it, as promised, I will tell you everything my mother said in childhood.

A long time ago, when she was pregnant, she often had picnics with my father in this forest and by this pond. My mother liked to listen to the singing of the oriole. She would touch her belly and say, 'In the future, my daughter will be as beautiful as the oriole. This is my wish.'

But there was a creature living in the forest, jealous of my parents' happiness, so she appeared in front of them and claimed that the whole forest belonged to her. How dare the two of them play so happily on someone else's land, my parents must pay the price! She cursed their unborn daughter."

Touching his nose, according to what he had said, Victor suddenly had a bold guess, so he asked, "Did your parents tell me what the creature looked like?"

"They said she was a terrifying banshee born in the depths of the forest, without a mother or a father. I was too young at the time and was terrified of the curse, so I didn't ask in detail."

The witcher closed his eyes, "If that's the case, I roughly know the origin of the curse. You are right to ask for my help. The curse is merging with you, and the symptoms will only get worse. In the future, it will not only be limited to the full moon, but you will also have to use magic ointment to cover up the symptoms during the day, and eventually you will be permanently deformed and can never be restored to your original state."

This is what Victor learned from Kayla during the fierce battle in bed.

"So can you really help me?" Hearing the professional quality, the girl looked at the young man expectantly.

"It's possible, but this situation is quite tricky! You were cursed before you were born, causing magic to be entangled with your life... Conventional methods of removing it are difficult to work. If you want to "fully recover", my suggestion is to transfer the curse to someone else."

"What? No! I will never harm another innocent life for this. Is this the only way? Master!"

"This is absolutely safe. The power of the curse will weaken rapidly after the transfer. I am sure that the new host will be slightly affected."

Vivienne continued to shake her head, "But I don't want to use this method!"

"Okay then!" Victor crossed his arms, "I respect your opinion. Let's use the second method that will leave side effects!"

"What will be the consequences?" Although the attitude was still firm, the girl couldn't help but panic when she saw the seriousness of the young man's words.

Waving his hand, the witcher smiled kindly, "I'm sorry to scare you. It's said to be a side effect, but it won't be too serious. I haven't thought about the details yet. Anyway, have a good rest tonight. At the same time tomorrow, we will solve the problem here completely."

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