Witcher's Atelier

In the afternoon of the next day, Floating Harbor Forest——

"Wick, have you seen that waterfall? That's the Rose Falls. The flowing water emits a faint scent of roses. We're almost there, and we have to climb up from here."

"Iorveth, you are such a magical race, the 'Eternal Beloved' - a garden built in the middle of the forest. I have to say that I admire your sense of beauty."

"Are you seriously complimenting me, or are you complaining about the long journey?"

“It’s both.”

Relying on wine and poetry to bribe Ilfes, Victor asked him to personally lead the way to this forest garden to collect special materials such as "memory roses".

The petals that Toluvel had obtained for Victor had been used up in the experimental formula over the years, and according to Sister Nanike, this kind of rose was also very rare.

So this time he not only wanted to pick flowers, but also planned to collect seeds and branches to save, and take them to the greenhouse of the temple for planting if he had the opportunity.

Iorveth reached out and pulled Victor up the rock, "Have you heard of the legend here?"

"Of course, when Toluvel brought me the rose, she showed off the love story that happened here."

"Legends are always beautiful, especially the legends of elves, but reality often leaves only the unwanted parts."

The elves leading the way were brisk, and the witchers were equally agile, so half of the path they took was normal, and the other half was various parkours.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, the fresh air is full of phytoncide, the sound of waterfalls is heard, and the chirping of insects and birds is heard.

"According to the love story she told about Eldon and Semmelli, it is said that Semester's beauty is enough to eclipse Francesca Findaby. Is she really that powerful? She is recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Did you do it on purpose? Don't mention that woman's name in front of me. And in my heart, she is no longer the most beautiful in the world!"

"Oh, I can understand that."

"No... you can't understand. Do you think I said this because of my hatred for her? No! There really is someone more beautiful, and right now we..." Iorveth stopped suddenly.

The elf did not explain, and the witcher did not ask further questions. He knew that the Scoia'tael would make big moves recently, because originally he wanted to grab a guide at the Scoia'tael camp, but Iorveth declined, preferring to bring him here in person to collect the Memory Rose.

After walking for a while, the road turned winding. Victor passed through the crumbling gate and saw the scene in the garden clearly. He couldn't help but slow down and approach, "Oh my God, this is the statue of the lovers!"

"Eldon and Semer..." Iorveth, who was lagging behind, sighed softly.

Standing in front of the statue, you can deeply feel the love in their eyes and the sweet gesture of leaning on each other. Through the sculptor's uncanny skills, it has been passed down to life for thousands of years.

Standing in front of the statue symbolizing love, Victor thought of many people, and then felt ashamed for a second that he thought of so many people, shook his head and laughed.

After admiring the sculpture, he saw Iorveth squatting not far away admiring the flowers. He walked to the side of him, but unexpectedly the sculpture collapsed under his feet, and they both fell into the hole together.

…

Victor and Iorveth were not injured. They fell into the facility of the ancient ruins. In the past, this was an amusement park for elves, and where they were was the bathhouse attached to the park.

With a high ceiling, this is a rose bathhouse with pure natural fragrance. In the center is a large stone pool, surrounded by a sea of ​​red roses. The carved bathroom is exquisitely designed. Rose petals will naturally fall into the pool, while water flows from the side. The water bottle on the statue's shoulder kept falling down.

Ingenuity!

Judging from this plan, the fragrance of the Rose Falls at the foot of the mountain may come from here.

Look at each other and smile.

"Iorveth, you are such a magical race. The bathhouse is built right under the garden. I have to say that I love your beauty."

"I believe you mean your compliment this time."

After a little walking and observation, you can find that the original entrance and exit are blocked by changes in the terrain. It seems that they can only climb up the wall from the place where they fell. Of course, this cannot stop the two of them.

But at this moment, voices came from above, and it was obvious that someone else had come to the garden.

Female voice: "Geralt, I just can't understand how the elf could become so cruel. The elf with the scar on his face has so much hatred in his heart."

Speaking of Scar Elf, Victor glanced at Iorveth, who happened to look over as well.

Male voice: "Triss, a place like this can make you understand how much they have lost. There was once an entire elven city there, and the forest was a place for them to play rather than hide.

The humans destroyed it all, settling them into ghettos, and Iorveth and his kind were simply out for revenge, though not all elves were like them. "

It turned out to be Geralt and Triss. The two people below knew who the two above were.

Female voice: "Is what Xi Lang said true? Everything will change. The elves will have a better tomorrow..."

Male Voice: "He has his ideals, his exact vision of a world, but do you think if his dreams came true, there would be a place for humans in them?"

Hearing them mention Silang, the two people below were stunned at the same time. Victor was better, but Iorveth knew very well that the sorceress and the witcher should not know the adjutant at all. He was already dead before they arrived at the floating port. .

"Perhaps, humans and elves are the same."

"Triss, you're wrong. We've been learning from each other for generations, but it turns out we're fundamentally different."

Woman's voice: "For some reason, this makes me feel sad."

Man's voice: "You are neither the first nor the last. Just like this garden, it is beautiful and sad."

Regarding their conversation, the two people below had their own thoughts.

Above, White Wolf quickly found the "Memory Rose". The bright red petals were beautiful and bright. He squatted down and cut out a whole one with a short knife.

The sorceress whispered, "Semory's memory rose, legend has it that if they are sold or not nourished by blood, they will wither, but if you give it to the one you love, it will bloom forever."

Hearing Triss's words, Geralt turned around and handed the rose to her, "Madam, please accept this flower. I hope you accept it. If there is any truth in this legend, then even if you pull it out, One or two petals, it will not wither. In fact, what I want to say is - thank you for everything you have done for me, Triss!"

"Oh! Geralt!"

Then there was a sound of kissing, and the two people directly below took a mouthful of dog food inexplicably.

Iorveth was a little better. He was thinking about whether Silang was not dead. After all, he was Loledo's subordinate at the time and arrived at the scene of the incident first to collect the body. Victor, on the other hand, was feeling more uncomfortable and had no other thoughts to distract his attention. , coupled with extraordinary hearing sounds.

…

The kiss finally ended with a squeaking sound.

"This is the statue, Kuli!"

Based on the heavy footsteps and rough voices, it should be a few disheveled bandits swaggering into the garden ruins, and in fact they were.

The ruffian with puffed-up breasts and belly said, "You have to say, I want to see how much money we can get. I'm going to stay in the brothel for a whole month. I can save a little, even six weeks!"

The thief wearing only underwear, "Where did that woman get so much money? I mean, he and the old man are going to buy a new house, and these statues are going to be placed in the garden. They must be embezzling public funds. Town Treasurer Something you often do, right?”

Bandits with weapons, "I don't care if they steal public funds or not, I can't wait to live in a lady's secret space!"

The ruffian with a puffy chest and belly said, "We can't move it completely. I think we need to remove the head and feet first, and then move it piece by piece!"

Hearing these words, Iorveth's eyes flashed fiercely, and Victor frowned, but before they had time to react, the sorceress who had just gained love couldn't bear it anymore.

Triss scolded angrily, "Idiot! You might as well tear off your own head first!"

"Stupid bitch, shut your mouth! Oh, she's a beautiful woman!"

"Hey guys, do it! I wonder if she will still be so energetic when I spread her legs!"

"Ah! There is actually a mutant, kill them!"

The sound of weapons clashing was heard from above, and soon after a few screams, the chaos suddenly stopped. It was obvious that the energetic friends had calmed down.

Victor considered shouting loudly, but he glanced at Iorveth and remembered that Geralt mentioned to Vernon Roche two days ago that the Scoia'tael were the biggest obstacle to finding the King-Slayer.

The witcher chose to remain silent. God knows what would happen if they met now. The elf was willing to act alone with him. That was absolute trust. He didn't want to risk betraying this trust.

"Ah! The flowers here are so beautiful!" Triss held Geralt's hand.

Unexpectedly, footsteps approached the entrance of the cave, and the roof collapsed again. This time, Triss and Geralt fell down together. Victor and Iorveth hurriedly hid in the shadow of the bathhouse.

Victor lowered his voice: "Geralt is my senior brother. Give me some respect and let them go first. That woman is a warlock. She must have a way to get up."

Perhaps because of the compassionate attitude shown in their conversation just now, and the choice to protect the statue from being disturbed, Iorveth did not want to draw his sword to kill, so he nodded in agreement.

Triss: "The ancient elves. Before humans took ships to the Pontar Delta, the buildings they built were amazing. The elves have sensibility and art that humans dare not dream of."

Victor glanced at Iorveth's face, which was completely damaged by the scar, and smiled ugly because of Triss's heartfelt praise.

Female voice: "Looks like we're trapped."

Male voice: "Yeah."

"There has to be another way out of here."

"Um."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No."

Suddenly, Triss's voice became soft and soft, "Ah! I understand, witcher, what are you thinking about?"

Geralt's voice was low and hoarse: "Oh, as you expected, let's do it, you can take a shower by the way!"

"Bah! What a bold idea but, maybe you can take a shower too!"

Listen to what they say, is this special code considered human talk? Victor's face suddenly became colorful, and Iorveth's expression was also indescribable.

"You bastard, this dirty white wolf! And your shameless sister! What do you want to do in this elf's bathhouse!"

The sound of water flowing from the Goondy statue completely prevented them from discovering that there were other people here. Victor poked his head slightly from behind the pillar and happened to see Triss. Merigold casts a spell that turns her clothes into fluttering butterflies.

From this angle, I could just see Geralt's back and Triss's bare back. Then she walked to the edge of the pool step by step and slid into the elf's secret rose soup with a dive.

Victor retreated behind the pillar, and with a look of pleading, he clasped his hands and shook his head at Iorveth.

He first squinted at Victor, a look of contempt for the race, a look of contempt for the fact that humans can do it at any time regardless of place or time. Then the elf waved his hand, closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall to conserve his spirit.

After calming down, Victor also leaned against the wall to meditate. Of course, he would not peek!

What was more annoying was that although he didn't want to hear the sound, he was a legendary mutant witcher. His extraordinary hearing not only had absolute pitch, but could even hear the distance and shape of objects.

So he heard the sound of Geralt taking off his equipment, "dang" was the belt falling off, "hua" was the pants loosening, "ka" was the sword hitting the ground, and "bang" was the shirt being thrown off.

Geralt walked to the edge of the pool, but before he could take off his shoes, Triss reached out and dragged him into the water.

The next step is well known to everyone, on the basketball court, holding the ball with both hands to break the tight defense!

They kissed, and then made love.

…

After a while, the sound of the elves' brisk footsteps came from the statue above. Victor estimated that they were Iorveth's men, patrolling here in groups of three.

The leading elf, "These bodies... the marks of being killed with one blow should be the sharp blade of the witcher. Letho seems to have been here!"

The companions following him, "Well, but he is no longer here, and there is no need for us to stay."

The leader kicked the corpse, "Damn it! Humans stole the story of Elton and Semolina, stole the roses of our memories, and now they even want to steal the statue!

They changed it into a boring and superficial story, 'There was a pair of beautiful elf lovers, living in a magical forest. Later, a handsome human prince came here, riding a milky white horse...' Damn humans!

Only we elves remember the true content of this story, which is infinite loyalty, enthusiasm, commitment and sacrifice."

The elves' hateful curses mixed with the fierce fighting sounds of "Hehe, hehe, I can use nunchakus" in the bathhouse. Victor heard it and felt mixed emotions.

It is said that the sighs of lovers are attached to this statue, and only people in love can hear it.

At this time, there happened to be an elf standing next to the culvert on a high place. He could vaguely hear the distorted sound of fighting floating up from below, and he couldn't help but feel creepy, thinking that he heard the sighs of lovers.

"The singing tree, the mumbling stone, damn, I didn't hear anything..." He quickened his pace and followed his companions away.

...

A few days later.

The witcher and the sorceress had already put on their clothes.

Triss snuggled in Geralt's arms, "We should do it for a while, which will make me temporarily forget everything about the floating port, squirrels, the party kingslayer and the whole world, really..."

In the shadow behind the beam, Victor complained crazily, "You damn have been doing this for a long time, please get out of here quickly! Otherwise, the gentleman next to me will jump out and get angry!"

"I'm glad to know that I still have this charm..."

The sorceress stepped back slightly, "Although I got the rose petals, I need time to prepare the spell to restore memory, which may take several days. What are you going to do during this period?"

"I plan to meet with Iorveth!" White Wolf answered seriously.

"I don't think we need to be so anxious. It's too dangerous and stupid to do this now. He may not believe the last words of Xilang that we relayed.

And after you regain your memory, I always feel that you will have a new perspective on many things, and we will also know what happened to Yennefer!"

Hearing the word "last words", Iorveth, who had his eyes closed, suddenly clenched his fists, and Victor was also shocked. Why did they hear Xilang's last words! ?

"Haha, do you think I will just drop all this and tell Roche, 'Hey sorry, I can't take care of Foltest's affairs, I have places to go and people to find?' No! We must find the Kingslayer and clear my and your reputation!"

"If it was before you lost your memory, I believe you would do everything for Yennefer. I mean... we don't really owe Roche or Temeria anything.

I'm afraid you will fall into a trap and never come back. Iorveth is a cunning old elf who has been fighting with humans for at least a century. Letho is not an ordinary bandit. I tremble when I think about who is behind them."

Victor glanced at Iorveth. He still closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and it can be seen that he admired Triss. This woman is really good at talking. If she can talk, she should talk more.

With a thought, Victor took out a new music box with a recording effect.

The sorceress's voice continued, "Geralt, this is a quagmire, deep and hungry, it will swallow you whole before you know it."

White Wolf shook his head and retorted, "We are in the quagmire now..."

Triss raised her voice to cover his voice, "I want you to know that I am ready to go to the ends of the earth with you to save Yennefer. I owe you that, and I owe her that too!

I will do anything for you... I am ready to abandon all the constraints of court life, politics, regicide, etc. I can even live in Kaer Morhen, it depends on how you decide."

Victor quietly gave a thumbs up, "My sister is awesome! This confession is so touching, just listening to the sound is worth turning on the light and turning around!"

"Triss..." Caught off guard by this confession, White Wolf seemed at a loss.

The sorceress reached out and touched his face, "Please let me finish my words, I'm afraid I won't have the courage later, I love you! If you want to go to Iorveth alone, I can understand, and I won't try to convince you. Just remember that I love you and I will come back alive."

The witcher hugged the sorceress tightly, "Triss, I don't know what the future will be like, I don't know what is hidden in my heart, but no matter what it is, no matter what happens, I don't want to lose you.

If I abandon you, I will be a complete fool and ungrateful bastard!"

"You are so nice, thank you, does this mean that we have to leave the Kingslayer to Roche and turn to our own affairs?"

"I really want to leave, but I have to clear my stigma, and more importantly, yours, we can't just leave like this Open. Foltest's men and various bounty hunters will not give up, we will become desperate criminals, this is not the life you and I want.

Besides, I feel that this is like giving up when the victory or defeat is not decided, it will feel like fleeing in panic, and as far as I see it, we have not lost yet. With Xilan's last words, I believe Iorveth will listen to me. "

Feeling the firmness in Geralt's words, Triss raised her head and kissed him, "Whatever you decide, I want you to know that you can rely on me. I need to spend a few days preparing spells."

He kissed her back, "I will go to Zoltan first. I need him to lead the way to visit Iorveth. Remember that this sentence has not been finalized. Let me make a break with the Kingslayer first, and then talk about our future in detail!"

After speaking, there was another round of "tsk tsk tsk squeak woo".

In the shadows, Victor covered his mouth with his hand. He ate too much dog food today and was about to vomit.

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