Witcher's Atelier

In the entertainment building of the fortress mansion, Victor, who had regained his composure, put away the cauldron, waved to Angouleme to take the newly released healing potion from "Battle Alchemy" upstairs to prevent Moriel's birth accident, and then walked outside to pick up demon-suppressing potions. Golden weapons.

The guards holding anti-magic weapons just now were almost immediately involved in the sword storm because they were relatively close. The weapons they left behind are all good stuff and can be used to make anti-magic metal bombs. Although it is not very effective against powerful enemies, it is still an indispensable strategic resource.

Not long after his career as a scavenger, Iorveth walked into the courtyard and saw Victor at first sight. Corleone, the young and powerful witcher, was leisurely patrolling among the corpses in the square.

Seeing the elf commander, Victor stopped and waited for him to approach. Iorveth shook off the blood and retracted the scimitar, and stopped in front of the young man with high spirits.

"Dear Wick, I thought I could see the Blue Guard and Geralt. The human at the door said they were here."

"They found the escape route I left when I came in and fled. Then, congratulations, this city is yours 'temporarily'."

Hearing the hint in the witcher's words, the elf commander tapped his shoulder and waved his hand to show that it didn't matter.

"For your sake, I won't chase them. Wick. Actually walking on the street, life in the city is not as comfortable as imagined. This experience is very wonderful. Do you want to hear me tell you an interesting story?"

"Oh, seeing the other side of the floating port coin makes you feel a lot?"

"The other side of the coin? No! That's a figment of the Oxenfurt philosopher who's never been to a floating port, or anything like that.

I'd never been here before, but they held my hatred for them, and I wanted to see them dead, and killing them was like plucking reeds... surprisingly relaxing.

Many humans saw me for the first time, but I made these humans live in fear. They wanted to see me dead, hanged, drowned, burned, or strung on a stake.

Things in the world are so one-sided, so I don’t pity them, just as they don’t pity me. "

The witcher was speechless at this discussion. He sat side by side with the elf commander on a stone bench and watched quietly as the Scoia'tael scattered in pursuit and looting.

After picking up Rolledo's head and wiping off the mud, and asking Victor if he didn't want it, Lanxi, the adjutant who lost his brother. Isnilan happily ran out of the courtyard holding it in both hands, probably to show it to others.

"You are attacking and hurting the humans in the floating port. Have you ever thought about the future? Or do you also want a massacre? You must know that non-human races cannot maintain the operation of this city. In the future, elves and dwarves will still have to live here. ”

"That's not life. They are deprived of self-respect and let human laws control life and death. Victor, they are more human than you."

"So Iorveth, what do you think? What kind of future do you want? Hiding in the woods, killing wild berry pickers, eating grass roots...?"

"Although what you said is very venomous, I am in a good mood to forgive you today. Maybe you have any good opinions? Victor, you are a strong and wise witcher. You should speak out and let me gain insights."

The witcher shook his head, "...No, Io, I just...you know."

Iorveth laughed, "Oh! My poor little Wick, you started to relent after you used your power to kill Roledo? Don't forget that you are just a witcher, you can't save everyone.

...But it doesn’t matter, old Iorveth supports you, just keep such precious qualities! Anyway, as long as you are alive, this fucked-up world will sooner or later wear you down to nothing. "

The witcher rubbed his nose and shut up. There was nothing to argue about this topic. He couldn't even convince Toruviel and Yaiwen, let alone Iorveth.

However, the Elf Commander raised his feet and said, "What's next? What are your plans? Are you still planning to take Angoulan back to his hometown as planned?"

Sensing the temptation in the other party's words, Victor glanced at Iorveth suspiciously, waiting for his next words.

"Duwaqin, if you are willing, leave with us! We will take a boat to Vergen - the land of the elves, the land of our ancestors. I will lead a large army back."

"You are leaving for Vergen. Why are you going to a dwarf town? As far as I know, the Pontar Valley is about to be involved in a severe storm. What are you doing there?"

"To pursue our dream, a country belonging to elves, a place where non-human races and humans coexist harmoniously."

"The country of elves? Don't be angry. I thought such a place already existed - the Valley of Flowers, which in ancient language was called Dol Bretanna - the place where Francesca Findabey ruled."

"I'm not Yaeven, and I won't get angry like this. But rule? Country? No! Francesca is just a puppet who obeys Nilfgaard's orders. What I pursue is a truly free country, where an elf can visit humans The kingdom of hotels, a land where humans can enter the elven forest without fear!”

Victor's pupils dilated in surprise, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, didn't you realize that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually has the power to hide the universe and the ambition to swallow up the world?"

"Is this the hope that Silang and Lanxi mentioned? Do you want to be king yourself, King Iorveth?"

"No! I have hinted to you before that a real king is rising in the east. We just need to help her ascend the throne, and the dream will come true! That is a person who believes in integrity, integrity and honor, and a person who will not do anything for For a little money he sold himself to a Nilfgaardian, a beautiful woman named Saskia."

"Your praise is so wonderful. You speak as if she is not only suitable to be the king of Upper Aedirn, but should also be the king of the world! Could it be that she is your fiancée?"

"Hey! Wick, stop your sarcasm. You can mock me, but you can't blaspheme her. When you meet her, you will understand that soon the whole world will hear the name of the Saint of Aedirn, a woman blessed by extraordinary courage. female."

"Has she proven her courage? Or is that just what everyone says? You know, I am known as the Dragonborn Poet in Vizima. My song can make the elves in the entire forest burst into tears, and it can also make withered flowers bloom... ”

Iorveth elbowed Victor with a little force, "She defeated a giant dragon. This is true."

"Okay! So what are you going to do with the elf army there?" Victor took out a bottle of red wine and drank.

Reaching out to grab the red wine bottle, the elf raised his head and drank. "That rogue Henselt of Kaedwen led his army to set up camp on the right side of the river bank. The saint and the sorceress are gathering reinforcements to defend Aedirn."

"I already know the dragon-slaying saint Saskia, who is the sorceress?"

"Philippa Earhart."

When this name appeared, Victor's calm heartbeat accelerated slightly, and Philippa, who was driven away by Radovid V. Erhart actually appeared in Vergen to assist the saint!

This is a very dangerous woman. With her desire for power, it is not surprising that she is looking for a new king to assist. The question is why did she go to Vergen? And why did you choose the Dragon Slayer Saint? Is this her best choice?

The witcher crossed his arms, "Tretog's court spider? What are the sorceresses of Redania doing in Aedirn?"

"This is not surprising. The birth of a true king will naturally attract many people to assist, such as me and my commando team."

"So the leader of this elven army, you invite me to accompany you, and what do you expect me to do?"

"I don't need to make any expectations. Follow me to Aedirn, where you may find Triss and the King Slayer. And you will definitely meet the woman who is about to change the balance of power in the north. I believe that all noble hearts , he will change his mind when he sees her, and he will take the initiative and be willing to help her. ”

Tanshou snatched back the wine bottle and said, "Fuck your noble soul? Io, take back your 'curse' and don't put ridiculous expectations on me, otherwise you will never get good wine from me again."

"Hahahaha, it sounds like you don't want to refuse?"

"Well... give me some time to think about it! I just want to be quiet now."

…

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face running towards him. It was Seherin. He hurried to Victor's side, opening and closing his mouth to breathe, but no sound came out.

Noticing that there was a lot of blood on his body, the witcher did not expect that this resident of Robindan, a supporter of Selecek's peaceful principles, would also participate in the war this time, but thinking of what happened to his wife, his choice Not surprising.

Patting his arm, Victor pointed to the building behind him, "Go! Moriel is still alive, and she's inside, on the third floor."

"Thank you very much," the elf finally said after putting down the big stone in his chest. He held the witcher's hand tightly, "Thank you, tell me, Sir Victor, I will give you anything you want!" "

With a peaceful mind and a far-reaching heart, Victor smiled with plenty of money, "Oh, in principle, I'm not short of money or anything else, but it's definitely not free. Let's go see your wife first! Then just give me some souvenirs."

Seherin stared seriously with one eye, "Please listen to me, Your Excellency, your mind is broader than the sky, but I cannot take kindness for granted. You saved Moriel, and you saved me."

Forgive me for not having anything in my body to repay, but I know there is a way of repayment that your tribe is willing to accept - the law of accident - please accept what I already have without knowing it! "

Victor was slightly startled when he heard the "Law of Accident"! This method of repayment is relatively rare, but it is indeed an acceptable choice for demon hunters. It is an inherent custom of the continent and a law as old as human history.

A person who saves others can, in accordance with the law of accident, ask for a reward from the saved person, and ask for the first thing that the saved person welcomes him when he returns home, or something that the saved person does not know but he already owns. s things.

"Okay! Then choose this!" The witcher, who thought the unknown surprise was interesting and didn't care about the harvest, readily agreed.

Waving to Sehelin to find his wife quickly, Victor turned to Iorveth, ready to continue the topic.

This is actually a gambling agreement, and neither party knows what the subject matter of the accident law will be. What greeted the rescued might be a dog, a halberdier at the city gate, or even a mother-in-law who couldn't wait to grumble when her son-in-law came home.

Another example is "give away that thing you didn't expect to find at home." After a long journey, the most common thing you find when you get home is a newborn calf or the lover on your wife's bed. Think about it. Is that exciting?

And occasionally, with a very small probability, the "Law of Accident" will fall on the child who comes out to greet his father, or is born when his father leaves home. Such an existence is called an "accidental child", a child chosen by fate.

Thinking of this, Victor was startled, and immediately turned around to call the elf, when Angouleme walked out of the balcony of the entertainment building with a baby in her arms.

She shouted with a smile, "Wick, both mother and child are safe, it's a lovely elf girl! Oh! Is the father here too? Little cutie, come and say hello to your father! Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho! Serhelin, come up quickly and see your and Moril's child!"

The baby cried loudly, and Angouleme hurried back to the house. Serhelin, who had not yet realized what was happening, rushed into the building excitedly.

The two people on the stone bench were speechless, and the air suddenly became quiet.

Witnessing the whole process, Iorveth's eyes sparkled. He knew that in addition to the legal effect of the contract in customary law, the "Law of Accident" also has magical power.

Once the requirements of the law of accidents are met, the bond of fate will be firmly established between the oath taker and the oath object.

This child was born by fate, "Unknowingly, the child chosen by fate is destined to have extraordinary experiences."

The famous hero in history, Zatret Voluta, and Supri, who liberated the mad god, are both accidental children.

Among the people Victor knows, there are Geralt of Livia, Lambert, and Ciri Fiona Iren Reanlun.

Victor also knows what happened, and his face is a little bitter. Becoming the owner of an accidental child - another person closely related, his life is bound to be greatly affected.

- God has mercy on me, I am still a child! ...I am happy to be a father or a child bride! ?

Just like this, he was caught off guard and had an accidental child. According to the customs of the continent, the child of Serherin and Moril belongs to him from now on. This is the choice of fate, and resistance will inevitably bring disaster.

Thinking about their own thoughts, Victor and Iorveth no longer had the interest to talk.

The morning sun is bright, the first rays of dawn warmly shine on the square, today is another new day.

…

The warm and mellow voice-over: "Long, long time later, people will talk about this history with an emotional voice and a reading tone.

When it comes to the floating port, everyone will immediately think of the "Floating Port Incident".

Even today, many years later, it still takes great courage to describe the truth of what happened there at that time. Blood soaked every inch of soil under your feet. No one wants such a tragedy to happen!

When talking about the "Floating Port Incident", I believe most people will immediately think of the names of those familiar and key figures, such as Bernard Loreto, Vernon Roche, Prosciutto, Iorveth, Or... Geralt of Rivia.

But in my opinion, they are just coincidences, just as my dear friend Victor once said, 'When an avalanche occurs, every snowflake is actually responsible. '

Everything is inevitable.

The long-term ethnic oppression at the bottom of the floating harbor, after the evil connivance of the administrators and the terrorist counterattack of the Squirrel Party, the seeds of unrest have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the unfortunate death of the king is the last straw that broke the camel's back, like throwing a torch into a barn with overturned flour, instantly blowing the floating harbor to pieces. "

- Excerpted from "Monologue of a Brave Man". Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhofer

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