Witcher's Atelier

The room where guests are entertained in Meriteli Temple is very spacious and well-lit. When the blinds are opened, the sun fills the room and the warm breeze fills the room.

On the morning of the third day of living here, Victor sat at the desk by the window and meditated on the letter sent by Catherine. Several keywords were brewing in his mind over and over again...Knight of Thales...Prince Siward...Mother Nannick. Mum...and Geralt of Rivia.

The widespread discrimination against witchers in this world is caused by a variety of factors, but what is certain is that the wiser the people, the more they understand and value the value of witchers. On the contrary, it is those ignorant men and women who have no knowledge. You may indulge your malicious thoughts in your heart based on false rumors and exaggerated assumptions.

What happened in the past was actually not complicated. It didn't take much time for Angoulein to piece together the answer. The summary was that a prejudiced idiot used public tools for private purposes and then humiliated himself. The troublesome thing was that he used public tools for private purposes. Therefore, it involves the issue of legal jurisdiction between local rulers and temples.

But there is no need to worry. The young man knows that he has a lot of time to think about countermeasures. As long as he is still in the temple, there will be no danger. The most likely way for Knight Thales is to come to test the time for his departure, and then set up a siege net in the forest. , just like we did back then.

The whole thing is very disturbing, but Angouleme's proposal must be rejected. Assassination is not the best solution to this matter. A well-organized Knight of the White Rose was assassinated, and all his subordinates knew that he was dead. I was trying to cause trouble for a certain witcher apprentice. How stupid do you have to be to choose to use extreme measures at this time?

Thinking of this, he added an extra line below the rejection of the suggestion in his reply, "Double the reading time in the afternoon, and give priority to reading history."

The young man rolled the written letter into the anklet, and then shook the silver ring from side to side. The smart Catherine raised her paw slightly like a queen asking an attendant to put on her shoes, and asked Victor to fasten the anklet, and then watched her go. Fly away.

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Leaving the room and walking down the stone stairs, Victor politely nodded and said hello to the priestess students who came here for training along the way, but never stopped to speak, because after three days, the boy had gotten to know them somewhat.

Although they are all still very young, and some students are even more immature than Victor, most of them are much more mature than teenagers imagined. Some of them are bold and even point out Victor's ungrown, healthy and well-proportioned body. Point and point.

When he responded to Aunt Nannik whether there might be any problems for a young man like him to live here, the priestess said calmly: "This is the Temple of Meliteli! It is not a hermitage or an ordinary monastery, our goddess Priests are not punished for anything.

If you don't want to, then remember to lock the door before going to bed every day. "

Victor certainly didn't come here for excitement, so he locked the door every night. So now he kept a polite and cold smile and walked through the blocked eyes of the female students to the "greenhouse" on the back mountain, where grandma would take care of the plants at this time every day.

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Sweating slightly, the boy unbuttoned a few buttons of his linen shirt. The sun shone through the crystal plate on the ceiling of the cave, making it very warm inside. It could even be said to be hot. Breathing in the sticky and humid air, Victor walked through the huge cave. The postures of the flower pots, cabinets and sinks are already somewhat familiar.

He fell in love with this place the first time he came. It was incredible. It opened his eyes. This was a "cave greenhouse" transformed under limited conditions in the Middle Ages. It cultivated many kinds of fruits that he had only read about in books and thought. Extinct herbs.

Among these lost plants, the ones he knew were the five-star-leaf mignonette, the unknotted fungus growing densely in the flower pot, and the twigs covered with blood-red berries.

Walking around the center of the cave, there were several large barrels filled with saprophytic algae and caladium, and then Victor saw Sister Nannik rolling up her sleeves and tending to these precious plants with scissors and bone sticks.

"Mommy, I'm here." Victor smiled and picked up his set of tools. He was exchanging his labor for Nannick's casual explanation of his work.

Nannick said kindly: "Kid, you can actually sleep a little longer!"

"It doesn't matter, you know, the witcher apprentice has good physical strength when in good health, and I benefit a lot from being able to work with you!"

"Your modesty and studiousness are really endearing. You are nothing like the little naughty boy you were back then. With your personality, you are really the kind of brother Shiri would recognize!?"

Aunt Nannick is a respectable elder. Two days ago, during the conversation after the break, Victor was surprised to learn that Shirley had also studied here a few years ago, and there were female students like those The same youthfulness.

Yennefer was originally entrusted by Geralt to come here specifically to teach her how to control the original magic power. However, the two people, who are equally sensitive, proud, and stubborn, accidentally formed a deep love like mother and daughter in the fierce collision of emotions. emotion.

Also through conversation, after Grandma confirmed the close relationship between Victor and Ciri, the young man could clearly feel that the door of the temple was truly open to him.

As a result, he could work in the greenhouse with his grandma, read the temple's deep collection of books in the library, and after verifying his alchemy skills, Nannick even allowed him to use the temple's alchemy room freely...

He had felt this kind of loving trust in Vesemir before. So when faced with Nannick's question, he won't hide it if he can answer it truthfully.

"As for this relationship, it was actually her unilateral decision."

"Oh... so you have any other special opinions?"

"I spent much more time taking care of her than she did taking care of me... In fact, I doubt she can take care of anyone. She can't even take care of a turtle."

"Oh, you know that's not what I meant."

"I know, but I didn't mean that, at least not before she left."

"What a pity, I had a good impression of you."

While chatting, Victor cut off a few creeping branches with scissors, and after thinking about it in his mind, he decided to tell Nannick about the matter of Knight Thales in advance.

"Mammy, there is something I must tell you first."

Nenneke glanced at Victor, who looked serious, and smiled kindly: "Just say what you want to say. Don't be so serious. It's scary."

Touching his nose, Victor said: "Before coming here, I went to Elland to collect the bounty of the evil ghost... At that time, the clerk of the city hall reminded me that there was a Telos knight in the city who was extremely unfriendly to the witcher and asked me to leave as soon as possible."

Victor paused for a moment here, wanting to hear the priestess's reaction, but Ms. Nenneke did not stop working at all, so the boy had to continue.

"I'm worried that this will bring trouble to the temple..."

"Puff!" The bone stick was inserted into the flowerpot, pulling out some rotten and dry roots from the soil, and Mammy threw them into the basket for collecting rotten plants.

Her voice was full of majesty that could not be offended: "No trouble! In this temple, I am the one who gives orders. You can stay as long as you want."

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