Witcher's Atelier

Vizima - an alchemy laboratory somewhere.

"Let me ask again, 'The Assassination of the King' is not a prophecy, but just your personal judgment?" Keira did not raise her head when she spoke. She was concentrating on titrating and analyzing the mixture of ghost needle grass and cave troll liver paste.

The combination of these two ingredients is believed to have the effect of curing the plague. Although the protagonist of this summer is the Vizima riots, Catriona is also not absent. So under the instructions of King Foltest, Keira joined the ranks of researching the antidote.

Victor, who was doing the trick next to him, was blocked by her words. Although he felt uncomfortable saying it, he hesitated for a moment and admitted, "Yes, that's right. 'The Assassination of the King' is not a prophecy, it is just my personal judgment."

"Pa!" The sorceress put down her work, straightened up and stared at the witcher's Sharingan. Under the translucent pajamas, the snow-white plumpness rose and fell with anger, and the two dots were bright red that dazzled the eyes.

"Dear Victor, I hope you understand that there is no future vision and no other evidence. If a female spy of unknown origin gives the assassin a warning, I will take it seriously and report it to my king. Then I will do it every day. There are endless reports from morning to night!”

"Even if you add my bad premonition?"

"Has your bad premonition ever come true?

Listen, Wick, you once told a prophecy called "The Burning Omen," for which the King consulted me for details, and after the Vizima Riots, I told him the problem was solved!

And a few months later you suddenly came to tell me that my judgment at that time was wrong, and the real crisis had just begun. There was a 'super assassin' who didn't know whether it existed or not. He was on his way to Vizima. He would break through the past and there was no one in the world. A defense that can be broken, assassinate the Lord of Temeria! ?

Damn it, I tell you! Without enough evidence, it is absolutely impossible for me to change my story to the king! "

Touching his nose, the witcher did not argue. He could understand the sorceress's position. The officialdom culture at home and abroad has never changed in ancient and modern times.

Keira continued, "And the succession crisis will be resolved soon. No matter how strong Lavaredi Castle is, it will not be able to survive three months in front of the siege king Foltest! Wait until Bauer is retrieved Xi and Anais, clear their names and place them under the protection of the palace, and all the conspiracies will naturally disappear!

Maybe you think that this Cantarella or Sasha is the secret trump card of our southern counterparts, and the phrase "Do you believe the king can be assassinated" will have other special meanings in the ears of the sorceress.

Then I will tell you my opinion. Perhaps because their emperor does not have noble blood, the Nilfgaardians have a despicable historical tradition. They like to assassinate their emperors.

Emhyr's father Fergus was usurped by a noble! Since the spies were originally assigned to Lidox, don't you think it's more of an internal dispute between them? "

After being taught a lesson by Keira, Victor covered his face with his hands and admitted that his original idea was too wishful thinking. Based purely on imagination, he felt that Nilfgaard was invincible during this period.

But in fact, in terms of objective conditions, Emhyr. Emperor Emres - the white flames dancing on the enemy's graves, and the tombstones paved in his ballroom, most of them belong to the nobles who resisted his rule. The huge Nilfgaard Empire has never been monolithic!

The air was quiet for a moment.

Keira turned around and cast magic. The faint violet magic made the Ghost Needle Troll Liver Pate boil. Then she put the finished product into a test tube and stared at the turbid and milky white protein, frowning and thinking hard.

"If you ask me, this thing is not like an antidote to Catriona's plague, but more like a high-strength laxative to treat constipation."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Victor knew something was wrong. He was seeking death by mentioning laxatives in front of her. Sure enough, the next moment, an electric ball flew from Keira, which made half of his body numb. He only suffered this attack thanks to his achievements in treating water in the past few days.

There is absolutely no room for excuse in this matter. Although the witcher meant to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere, the problem is that he once gave the sorceress a mysterious "Victorin's prescription"!

Lying on the ground without speaking, with nothing to say anymore, Victor admitted failure. He could not convince Kyramez. On the contrary, he was almost convinced by her. Perhaps he traveled all the way from Rivia to Vizima because of an inexplicable delusion of being murdered...

He let go of the tangle and stood up, and said to the sorceress who was serious about the experiment, "My dear, I want to go back to the hotel to see Angouleme. I have been away for so many days. I wonder if she has found anything wrong?"

Kayla didn't look back, "Go back quickly! I allow you to bring Angoulein to live here! I have enough empty rooms here, and the servants won't mind serving one more mistress."

Not caring about her tone, the witcher shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave.

…

Vizima Trade Area, New Nalacott Hotel──

"Wick, Lambert and I are going to play in the cemetery."

After reading the note left by Angouleme in the room, Victor went to Vizima Cemetery. First, not far after entering the door, he found the small cauldron where they cooked the potion. The residual smell in it was corpse-eating bio-oil.

Following the pungent smell of sword oil, I found Lambert and Angouleme, who were engaged in the business of cleaning up monsters.

The old friends, the ghouls, whom we haven't seen for a long time, are still ugly and smelly. Thanks to the large amount of food provided by the riots a few months ago, their tribe has been flourishing and thriving recently.

Look at them all roaring and roaring, with sharp claws and sharp teeth.

Victor drew his silver sword and joined the work, and the three men quickly chopped the menacing group of ghouls into pieces.

Two witchers and their apprentices worked together to collect fresh ghoul blood, venom and liver as alchemy materials.

What follows, both logically and irrationally, is that the three stinking men run off to take a bath at "Longing for Lags" together, and yes, Angoulême goes too.

According to the girl, there is no reason why men can ask women to help with bathing, but she cannot. Besides, Mrs. Carmen and she are good sisters, so she will definitely be willing to entertain her.

What happened later proved that Angouleme was not bragging. She waved her hand as if going home and waddled to the exclusive room. Instead, two men, Victor and Lambert, had to follow the procedures to open a room and accept it. arrange.

…

The two witchers chose to share a room. After rubbing their backs, they asked the service lady to leave first. Each of them soaked in hot water with a wooden bucket and chatted. It was the ultimate enjoyment in cold weather.

"I didn't expect you to overcome the Trial of Green Grass and become a witcher so quickly, Wick. When I heard Angouleme talk about it, I couldn't believe it! So you really fulfilled your original ambition and developed a product that is bound to be successful. Herbal medicine?”

"It's not guaranteed to be successful. Everyone's body is different. I can just tailor it to the individual. If one dose of medicine is universal and everyone can succeed, it will be a disaster!

Picking out a pear from the fruit plate and biting it, Lambert narrowed his eyes, "Why is it a disaster? Didn't you originally want to make a product that is bound to be successful?"

"You may not believe it, but there is Azule's mage tower on the outskirts of Vizima. I found a manuscript left by him in it. It records many secrets of the Green Grass Trial. For example, the low success rate is actually intentional. , even losing fertility, and he is behind many vicious rumors about witchers!”

Lambert scratched his dick and couldn't understand, "Why would Azulie do this? He developed the herbal medicine. If you don't like it, you can stop researching it. Why go to such trouble?"

Victor sneered, "I found it baffling at first, but then I gradually understood that at that time he needed the force of a witcher, but could not bear the risks of a witcher.

One thing you may not know is that when the riots occurred a few months ago, the formula of the herbal medicine was abused. At that time, there were many ferocious and strange tyrants, cruel and swift Lika, and hordes of zombie dog legions nearby. ! "

"I heard Angouleme talk about this..."

Victor scooped up a handful of water and let it leak out from between his fingers. "It was at that time that I admitted that the risks described in the manuscript were reasonable. The long lifespan and powerful strength easily obtained are very dangerous! Do you think that if it is discovered that there is With this safe formula, how soon will we be wiped out?"

Lambert's face suddenly darkened as he thought of the tragic massacre of the wolf sect that Vesemir personally experienced hundreds of years ago.

"This is just a danger for us. If we look at the world as a whole, low-risk long lifespans will cause more serious problems. The death rate will drop sharply, the birth rate will remain the same, and the huge population increase will consume huge resources. This is a race-level threat to death. road!

No one can solve the famine problem alone, unless a new potato variety is discovered that can produce tens of thousands of pounds per acre! The recent riots have further proved that the spread of herbal medicine will soon be used in all-out war and killing!

So... Azulie uses the high probability of death risk, loss of fertility, and demonized social status to prevent the expansion of the witcher team.

Of course, there is also the malicious intention of the mages who do not want the witcher tribe to escape control. After all, they are enough for a tribe that possesses extraordinary power.

They are strong, but they are also afraid of us. Because they are born and have no ability without qualifications. And we are acquired. If we continue to research, sooner or later I will be able to mass-produce witchers.

Of course, if anyone knows about this, I will immediately be beaten into the incarnation of evil, and a group of mages will take action to carry out humane destruction! "

The amount of information in the entire discussion was quite large, and Lambert stared at the ceiling in silence. With more than fifty years of experience as a witch hunter, he has never feared to speculate on human beings with the greatest malice, and his vigilance against mages is also deep-rooted. He knows that what Victor said is likely to be true.

"Then you still plan to help Angoulan mutate?"

“Put aside social discrimination and understand it from a new perspective, being able to successfully mutate is actually a blessing rather than a curse.

With the mastery of potion preparation, I can make the witcher's cat's eyes not look like cat's eyes in the fastest five years, and of course not my Sharingan, but pupils that are no different from humans.

By then, as long as the problem of old mentality is solved, witchers can easily blend into the lives of the crowd like high-level vampires, just like the bloodline of the northern kings is noble and superior to everyone! "

Later, Victor's words became more and more outrageous, and the implications in his words made Lambert's hair stand on end. The temperature of the bath water seemed to have dropped a bit. It was a subversive thinking about medieval royal power!

The young man himself was unaware of it. Youyou said: "It is inevitable to have an old mentality. I don't want to be responsible for other people's hundreds of years of life, so in the future I will only help those close to me prepare herbal medicines. This is my decision. Facing Visser Mill, I’m going to say the same thing.”

After thinking carefully about what Victor said, Lambert nodded affirmatively after a while, "Don't worry, the old guy will understand. There is no way he won't understand things that I can understand. I support your decision."

Combing his wet hair with his left hand, he took out a bottle of red wine from the herbal bag with his right hand and threw it to the opposite side. The bald witcher caught it easily.

"Thank you. Now let's put aside the serious topic and try Lafite! Toussaint's best red wine this year. Master wine tasting master Benaud said that every sip is more valuable than the same weight of gold!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, a mouthful of gold!? Angouleme told me that this is the flagship product of your Corleone Manor. Who would have thought that you, the latest Wolf Clan member besides Vesemir, would be the second to have real estate.

Even if you have many special features, the gap between us is too big. Others are still wandering without a fixed place to live, and you have already started to run the manor. Eskar was right. You are not learning bad things from Geralt, but you have gone further than him!

But Geralt is also amazing now. He actually serves as the king's guard!? It's hard to imagine. He didn't teach me like this back then!"

"You have to be considerate of people who have lost their memories. The one closest to him is Triss. It's normal not to want to be separated from her."

The witcher raised the bottle and drank.

"I heard that Leo has also fallen in love. How long do you think this love started by a hero saving a beautiful woman can last?"

"I have no objection to this. If true love can make Miss Sasha consider mutating and staying together, then it's not impossible for me to prepare herbal medicine for her. As I said, I only help people close to me! So you know, keep it a secret for me." Victor raised his index finger to his lips.

"Don't worry, I don't have anyone to tell. Most of the people close to me are dead."

"As long as you have the heart, you can start looking for the next spring at any time!"

"Like you and that Kayla Metz? Forget it! Although I haven't seen the way you get along, the arrogance of female sorcerers is deeply rooted, and I can't stand their temper!"

After Lambert said that, Victor suddenly felt guilty, because if the memory of the previous life was correct, then Kayla had the opportunity to become the Condor Heroes with Lambert and live a happy life. (Probably?)

But now it is obviously impossible. After experiencing the advantages of a super good man, Kayla has completely turned into her own shape! The bald witcher has no competitiveness at all.

Of course, a guilty conscience for a second is enough. There is no such thing as courtesy in the world of love. At most, you can treat yourself, so that Lambert can get double or even triple happiness!

With the sound of water, Victor walked out of the wooden barrel, dried his body and put on his shirt, "Hey, old man, I've been exhausted these days, so I won't accompany you in the next activities. I'll treat you. Do you want to fight three or five?"

"Hey, my dear little Victor, I know you are good to old Lambert! In fact, you don't have to do this. I will sincerely support every decision you make! But since you are willing to treat, leave the bag of crowns. Old Lambert promises to take good care of himself."

Victor laughed, "Okay, you bastard are really a lesson for witchers!"

"Do you need to tell me? Have you heard of 'Instant Light Cuts Darkness'?"

"Of course, 'Zhaoming Breaks Dark Night'."

Putting a full bag of crowns on the table, Victor waved and left.

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