Witcher's Atelier

The last day of the "International Knights Tournament".

In the amphitheater, when the trumpet sounded, the master of ceremonies shouted in a long tone, "Now, let us welcome the 'enlightened lady'!"

"Boom!" The crowd expressed their joy with cheers and applause, Anna. Archduke Henrietta, the most beloved ruler Toussaint had ever known, was present in person.

The crown on her forehead shines like a morning star. The dress she is wearing today is relatively conservative, with a tight neckline. It has a green background with light blue and gorgeous purple stripes, and is embroidered with dense and even golden chrysanthemum patterns.

After greeting the crowd, Anayetta sat in the center of the high platform, ready to enjoy the next performance.

The thirty-two winners of yesterday's equestrian competition and the bottom sixteen knights will present an epic simulated battle between the audience and the Grand Duke. It must be emphasized that the epics mentioned here are judged based on the value standards of Toussaint people.

Deliberately lowering the tone, the emcee pretended to create a desolate feeling, "Today we move the battlefield to the sacred ancient times. What is about to be presented to you is the historical battle that destroyed the elves!

In 782 AD, at the foot of the desolate Gogong Mountains, Difusov, who swore revenge on King Ludovic, led his army of elves with terrifying shooting skills and never-aging menacingly!

There are also those mercenaries and soldiers of the inhuman race, who destroy the vineyards mercilessly and let blood flow in every corner!

Look! What's on the field is──the barbaric elven race! "

In the lounge, after listening to the emcee's sensational introduction, Victor, who was wearing Toussaint knight armor, sneered, "This guy is called Die Weng, right? This kind of person should be hanged on the gallows! He opened a It’s a very bad start, just fabricating history at will!”

Siegfried, who was sitting next to him, laughed loudly, "Please! My dear Wick, this is Toussaint! Everyone knows the bad things the first king did and how barbaric his conquest process was. But don't you Do you expect this third-rate bard to openly smear mud on his grand duke’s face on an occasion like today?”

The witcher shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's a king's bad deeds. No matter how barbaric he is, he is still a king. Covering it up makes him look despicable! I can only say that I am glad that I ranked first yesterday and did not have to participate in this monkey drama that confuses right and wrong!"

The horns sounded in unison, and dozens of strong, shirtless men hit the wooden clappers with wooden sticks.

The principal guards who acted as the elven army wore imaginary elven mail armor and were decorated with strange-shaped feathers. Some of them even had war patterns painted on their faces with paint, making them look like an army of beggars.

Some spectators who did not read around began to yell and curse at the characters in the scene. They completely forgot that they were intruders.

In fact, there are almost no elves in Beauclair City, because "cold-blooded Ludovic" launched the battle at the foot of Mount Gogong one year after the elves surrendered and massacred all the elves.

"Gentlemen and ladies, it is my honor to introduce to you, the great King Ludovic, his most loyal subordinate - the Tessio Legion from Nasser!"

"Rumble!" The iron gate opened with the sound, and sixteen knights filed out with unbladed swords in their hands. They will act as the swords held by the Mingjun and participate in this epic battle. They will act as heroes who defeat the enemy with a small number and fight against evil. Save innocent civilians from the hands of the inhuman race.

Staring at the people in the audience reciting ridiculous lines, Victor shook his head and sighed, "In 781 AD, 'cold-blooded Ludovic' defeated Toussaint's elf army. The last elf king, Futhof, died in eternity. The immortal brothers and sisters wept in front of the corpses and declared their submission to each other.

Ludovic humiliated Difusov to his heart's content. And a year later, in AD 782, to celebrate the anniversary of the surrender of the Elf King, he led troops to surround the foot of Mount Gaogong and carried out a massacre, bloodbathing the non-human races. Difusov swallowed it with his remaining people. Last breath.

Ludovic's actions earned him cold blood──"

Looking sideways at the young man, the Rose Knight smiled bitterly, "──If you don't want to be beaten, I suggest you keep your voice down! Dear witcher with a sense of justice, if you don't want to watch the show, you can close your eyes!"

The principal guards on the field were having a lively bang-pang-pong game with the knights. Victor blocked his mouth with cheese bread but did not close his eyes.

…

Just then Palmerin. Baron Raunfar walked to the center of the lounge, holding eight pieces of paper in his hand, "Everyone, come to me now to draw a script. Whoever you draw will be the winner. Don't complain about the number of lines!

Today we would like to commemorate the Battle of Fox Valley in 1218. The famous villain "Harald the Brown" led a group of outlaws south to attack Toussaint, but was driven away by a group of heroic knights errant. This is how a model was established! From that day on, knights errant became an important force in protecting the principality!

Everyone knows that starting from this year, the outcome will be determined entirely by ability. Although I was unlucky and got a short draw, the eight people on the opposite side played the role of good guys. But being the bad guy is not without its advantages. At least no one expects us to win, so losing won’t be embarrassing! "

Glancing at Victor, Siegfried snickered, "There should be no problem with this history, right? Or do you have another theory, learned Lord Corleone?"

"History is problematic! But to elaborate on it would be cynical!" After saying this, the young man followed the crowd and stepped forward to draw.

"Hahaha, I play the silent Hannibal!" Victor said cheerfully, as if he had won a lottery.

Siegfried frowned, "Damn it! I'm Brown Harald... Shut up, you guy, don't stop me from reciting my lines!"

Is the person who wrote the lines an idiot? ? In which country does a robber speak in a stage aria? "

"Cintra? Or Toussaint!" Palmerin replied with a smile.

…

Some time passed, the horn sounded, and the first exhibition game ended.

The master of ceremonies, Butterfly Man, was still very emotional, and then introduced the two sides of the second "Battle of Fox Valley". It is customary for the "Brown Harald" group who plays the villain to appear first.

Standing in the center of the arena, the audience will not have much influence on the young man. He is the champion of the Fist of Wrath Arena, and Skellige's enthusiasm is by no means inferior to Toussaint.

But being disturbed by the cheers and curses of the audience, Victor suddenly remembered the movie "Gladiator" he had watched. The only difference was that Toussaint was not as bloodthirsty as Rome.

And on the high platform, next to Anayetta, Angoulin poked his index finger, "Your Highness, the one with the red and white umbrella emblem in the corner is Victor!"

The Baroness smiled, patted her hand, and turned to Vivienne on the other side, "I heard that Sir Corleone has won two days in a row, ranking first in archery and riding competitions?"

Wearing a dark green and bright yellow dress, Ms. Tablis's only jewelry today was a necklace embellished with diamonds and agate.

She folded her hands on her lower abdomen, "Yes, Your Highness, he ejaculates very quickly. With my limited knowledge, I have never seen anyone ejaculate faster than him! And his riding skills are even better, straw man Cut them all in two, and leave no trace behind!"

"It is indeed quite rare. Then how come you are assigned to Brown Harald's team? Do you hate him and deliberately arrange for him to lose?"

"No, this year I did not make a strength group. It was completely randomly selected. The sixteen people on the field are all knights. I think there is no need to favor one side to win and make the game uncertain. The audience prefers this kind of excitement!"

The enlightened lady nodded, "Since you have considerations, let's give it a try. You did very well in the equestrian competition yesterday. I almost never heard anyone say bad things about you in the court. Especially the betting was really a stroke of luck, and your income was almost as fast as that." I have decided to do this in the future.”

"It's my honor, Your Highness." Vivienne held up her skirt in thanks.

At this time, the exhibition match on the field started with Brown Harald shouting "Sword in hand, follow me!" and other men shouting "Grab money! Steal food! Steal women!", kicking off the battle.

…

Some time passed….

The master of ceremonies, Butterfly Weng, came to the emperor with sweat on his forehead and asked for instructions, "Your Highness...an unprecedented situation has occurred. Brown Harald's group has won a great victory...what should we do?"

The enlightened lady laughed, "Then announce the results of the competition quickly! There is nothing hard to say.

Vivienne, you are right. The kind of performances arranged in previous years are indeed boring, or the battle with an unknown outcome is more interesting. Tell me who Sir Corleone plays? "

"Silent Hannibal, a temporary supporting character." After flipping through her notes, she quickly answered.

Anayetta chuckled, "It won't be temporary after today. The clerk noted that Silent Hannibal is the most capable villain under Brown Harald!"

"Your will, Your Highness." The nobleman responsible for recording the order wrote with a brush.

…

In 1270 AD, under the leadership of the Enlightened Lady, the new version of the exhibition game mode became very popular. Through an uncertain interpretation of history, it gave the knights an opportunity to show their strength and also gave the audience room to imagine.

In the first exhibition competition after the reform, Keldro's Victor won the Best Performance Award for his role as "Silent Hannibal" in the Battle of Foxdale. His silent and cold acting skills and superb and fearless fighting skills captivated people's hearts, creating a new tradition of knight's competition!

With Sir Corleone's sword and shield in hand, he silently knocks his enemies to the ground one by one. Even the most discerning audience will appreciate his bravery! And the results of the subsequent one-on-one knockout also proved that he was the strongest knight in 1270!

──Excerpted from "Journey Calendar Years"

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As the sun set in the evening, after all the competitions were over, the roll call officer Die Weng shouted loudly, "Gentlemen and ladies, thank you to all those who participated in the martial arts competition. The happy time is always short, but don't feel sad. Today's farewell is to prepare for next time." Wonderful encounter!

Let's party tonight until the sky shows the light of day! The camp will provide the best wine and food, as well as a brand new lottery. Don’t doubt that every ticket is guaranteed to win a prize! Those who are lucky can even taste the ‘Lafite’ wine provided by the champion! "

In the middle of the arena bathed in the sound of applause and stomping feet, Vivienne looked coldly and gave a speech to the final winner Victor. Corleone presented the award, "Congratulations, this is your victory badge, as well as a commemorative set of championship armor, which will be delivered directly to your tent!"

"Thank you very much! Cursed lady, did you sleep well last night?"

"It sucks that the bastard who cursed me turned me down!"

He caressed his chest and leaned forward like a gentleman, "Dear Vivienne, this is my principle. If you still want me after you turn eighteen, I will be happy to serve you at any time."

"It's too late, Wick! You deserve to regret it for the rest of your life if you missed the opportunity last night!" She rolled her eyes at him fiercely, turned and left.

In this way, the "International Knights Tournament" in 1270 was held in Vivienne. It ended successfully under the chairmanship of Ms. Tablis.

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"Tsk! If you don't tell me, you don't know. The moment Victor and Lin Faen's swords and shields collided, the sound was louder than thunder, and even the sky trembled! I mean it became dark.

As the former champion, Atri's Linfaen's fighting spirit is naturally not exaggerated. The steel sword dances so fast that it is like a windmill spinning! It is hard to see clearly!

Unfortunately, Keld's Victor is more skilled. He directly sticks to the defensive posture and interrupts it with a shield slam. Then he uses a violent roar of courage and punches to disarm, and beats the opponent back again and again!

Finally, he switches to a fighting posture and roars in victory. He directly sends away the former champion with a set of charges, hamstrings, and whirlwind slashes! Wow, I was crying when I saw it. It's too strong! "

A few days after the tournament, in the Petrified Cockatrice Inn northeast of Beauclair, many drinkers were still talking about the scene. Victor, Angouleme and Siegfried were enjoying lobster chowder.

The three of them traveled together to cross the Theodula Pass and return to the north. The Rose Knights were going northwest, passing through Temeria and returning to Redania. The Phantom Troupe was going northeast, passing through Aedirn and Kaedwen, and returning to Kaer Morhen for the winter.

There was another important activity back at the Wolf Clan Castle, which was to prepare the Trial of Grass for Angouleme, and to change her job to a witcher with everyone's blessing.

The chatter and laughter were loud, and it was hard for her to get bad with her there. Victor and Siegfried tacitly agreed not to mention the details of the turmoil in Vizima. Especially about Jacques's will and his attitude of seeing death as a sign of returning home, which was the deepest secret in their hearts.

"Will you pass through Fangerburg on your trip north to Aedirn? "The Rose Knight asked casually.

The witcher combed his hair to avoid the soup, "Of course! How can I not go to the capital of Aedirn, and it's the hometown of a famous person! A lady who has a deep connection with witchers──"

Siegfried slapped his thigh, "Hahahaha! I know who you are talking about, the heroine of the poem "The Wolf and the Blizzard", who fell in love with Geralt of Rivia, the famous "Yennefer of Vangerberg"! "

"Absolutely correct!" The young man clapped his hands twice.

Angoulême put down the spoon silently, "Although the lady was fierce and difficult to get along with, I can feel that she really loved uncle and Ciri, but it's a pity that she died like that."

Victor raised his eyebrows and reached out to put the spoon back into her hand, "Don't think too much, since Geralt can come back, she is of course fine, we will see her sooner or later!

Drink the soup quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold! ”

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