Witcher's Atelier

The world as we know it has reached its end, and the key to the future lies hidden in the past.

——Sapiens. Ignis——

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In the evening at the "Pearl of the North" South District Market in Novigrad, the preacher stood on a high platform and preached. He wore a cloak of eternal fire and was characterized by a hooked nose and angry eyes.

"You all gathered before me, hungry and frightened, with your children clutched to your chest.

As we all know, Emperor Emhyr's legions have invaded our lands. Attacking fortresses from here to the Blue Mountains. His attacks are fierce and greedy, and our lands are falling one by one.

People of the north! You are in a desperate situation now! The king has failed you, so now you turn to the gods for help.

But you did not plead, nor did you kneel down and pray sincerely. Instead we cry why God has abandoned us? Little do we know that this is all the result of our failure in training a long time ago!

A long time ago, our world met another world and a great change occurred. Scholars call this the intersection of the celestial spheres. The gods allowed unclean forces to enter our realm as a test.

That violent change left behind many despicable legacies, such as magic. But instead of banning magic, we increased our strength and wealth by studying this evil ancient power!

And then there are the remnants of the monstrous celestial rendezvous that have come to our doorstep. The troll, corpse-eating creature, the werewolf. Instead of taking up the sword and chasing away monsters, we place the blame on others.

We leave it all to the witchers. These misguided children learn dirty witchcraft and mutate their bodies through profane rituals.

They can't even distinguish between good and evil, so they are sent to fight monsters, and the last trace of their humanity has long been wiped out.

Indeed, their numbers have been decreasing recently. But there are still a few witchers roaming around, doing dirty work in exchange for money. Their existence is our shame!

The coming of war left the North devastated. These are the whips of God to punish us for our sins!

Don’t forget that there are fears and disasters from another world! The Wild Hunt appears in the sky every full moon! These dark knights kidnap our children into the unknown! Some even say that their appearance is a harbinger of the second celestial rendezvous!

Can we return to the light? Let's see if we can muster up the courage to drive the mage out of our kingdom!

Brothers and sisters, no one will fight for us! Let us work together under the warm light of the eternal fire!

This is not the age of swords and axes!

This is not the age of madness and depravity! "

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When the priest stopped preaching, shouts of excitement filled the South Side Market.

Unlike other citizens who were excited because of their speeches, Yuna, a plump and strong blacksmith, tied her turban tightly on her head and returned to Fergus Blacksmith Shop calmly.

There were avocados and blueberries in the vegetable basket, and she thought maybe she should buy some more beef and sour cream, and go back to give Hatoli the dumplings to eat.

In Yuna's opinion, the skills and moral character of the Elf Swordsmith are not very good, but the skills of the Dumpling Master definitely deserve the reputation.

Elf swordsmith. Dumpling master Hatoli recently chose to relocate next to Fergus Blacksmith due to cost and safety considerations.

After all, the surrounding neighbors knew that Fergus Blacksmith Shop was protected by the Beggar King’s first general, Saber Madman Babu.

Not only is there no sales tax, but no one would try to do it unless they wanted to be disemboweled by the Serikanians.

And Yuna knew that not only Babu, but also Bosler, the general of Hawthorne II, and Umutai, the most ferocious of the butcher's men, were also willing to give him some thin noodles.

Of course, such friendly protection is not without reason. It is all because the actual owner of Fergus Blacksmith Shop is the witcher Victor who killed the "Butcher of Novigrad". Corleone.

Thinking of this, Yuna couldn't help but sigh. In the blink of an eye, her boss had been gone for a long time. Recently, she couldn't help but miss the righteous Batman and the naughty and lively Angouleme. I wonder if they are doing well now?

I hope that my carefully forged armor and steel sword can protect them from returning safely.

The four current rulers of Novigrad, with only a small change compared to the past few years, are Alphonse "Hawthorne". Willy died and was replaced by his son Cypress. Willie II succeeded, also known as "Hawthorne II".

Others such as the Beggar King Francis, the Butcher Clifford, and the Bathhouse King Sigiluven are still alive.

Fat Man: "Hey, did you hear that? Nilfgaard defeated the defenders of Aedirn to a pulp!"

The skinny man: "Really? I'm not surprised. They couldn't even defeat the peasant rebels before. The situation in Temeria is not optimistic either. I don't know if John Natalis can defeat the man in black again." !”

"It is impossible for a miracle to happen twice. In the original Battle of Brenner, the entire northern kingdom was behind it. But now without King Foltest standing up to call for it, the north is in disarray!"

"If you ask me, it's all the fault of those mages and sorceresses. The lowly and dirty bastards actually dared to assassinate the king. If they hadn't betrayed, the situation would not have been corrupted to this extent!"

"What about us in Novigrad?"

"Why are you thinking so much? That is something the Big Four should consider!"

Listening to the gossips of passers-by, Yuna calmly picked the beef.

The war still had a big impact, and the price of meat increased significantly. Maybe stores should switch to pork? Anyway, Hatoli's cooking skills are very good and he can cook the pork without any smell.

"Ah! Those mages all deserve retribution. They should all be impaled, executed, or burned with fire to teach them respect. In the past, they were all aloof, but now everyone knows that they are the source of chaos!"

"But to be honest, they were helpful in the past. Do you remember the Battle of Sodden Mountain? If the mages hadn't sacrificed their support, the North might not have been able to wait for the reversal of the Battle of Brenner."

"Bullshit, the Battle of Sodden Mountain doesn't exist at all! Are you speaking for the mage? Come here, there's a sorceress lover here!" The fat man's shouting immediately attracted a few idle men nearby.

The skinny man who was talking to him immediately changed his mind and waved his hand, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. We are the same. I also think that all sorceresses deserve to die! I heard that a few more guilty people will be burned to death today. Let's go and take a look. ?"

"Yes, that's it, burn them to death!"

"Long live the eternal fire!"

In this way, another legitimate customer turned into a fanatic, and in order to avoid being isolated again, he would only show an even more fanatical attitude.

Smiling, Yuna accepted the discounted pork offered by the vendor. Although Yuna did not understand the meaning of the spiral of silence, she now sincerely admired Victor's wisdom.

Because in the past year, he has been generous and generous to sponsor the school as instructed, and has accumulated a good reputation. Now Fergus Blacksmith Shop can be said to have both black and white. As the Chief of Guards of the Eternal Fire, Shapelle, a conscientious shopkeeper who admires the same thing as the execution captain Caleb Manji, even the most vicious mob knows that this place is off-limits.

Realizing that the idle people were flocking to the Leader's Square to enjoy today's barbecue party, Yuna shook her head and headed home.

But at this moment, she vaguely saw two figures from behind in the crowd, like the man and the woman in her memory.

The cloaks they wore were all hand-knitted by her, and they were of an unmistakable style. But when they hurriedly caught up, the two of them had already disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

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In the year 12XX of the Era, the ruthless killings of the king-slayers caused the functions of the northern kingdoms to become disordered and many people to panic and hesitate. Coupled with the invasion of Nilfgaard in the south, the entire continent fell into a cloud of war. At this moment, the man with four knife marks on his face became the savior.

──Comic introduction "Fist of Toto." The Legend of the Sages at the End of the Century

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The men and women in the Patriarch's Square were scorching with the blazing fire. They saw the men and women on the fire being burned and devoured, and listened to their miserable and wailing begging for mercy. The crowd cheered and screamed with intracranial orgasms. This kind of morbid pleasure Simply unparalleled.

The frenzied atmosphere cooled outwards from the burning area. About seventy feet away, many people watched indifferently.

Standing further away under the corridor of the Kingfisher Hotel, there were two less excited people, also a man and a woman.

The man is stocky and strong, with four knife marks on his face. His blond hair is parted and he wears a gray handwoven cloak.

The woman is short and nimble, with two thick eyebrows that look like caterpillars that are very eye-catching. Her blond hair is naturally spread, and she is also wrapped in a cloak of the same style.

Rubbing her nose, the girl seemed to be trying to dispel the unpleasant smell of roasted meat, "Wick, is this the crazy era you are talking about?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, "It has just begun now, and it is still far from the madness I saw in my memory. That is the madness that really involved tens of thousands of people in this huge city!"

"Then what should we do next?"

"Go ahead and have a drink at the Kingfisher Hotel, listen to Ms. Pucilla's singing, and then ask her for information."

Victor took out his sunglasses and put them on, pointing at the tavern's advertising board, which read:

"Kingfisher Hotel"

Welcome to visit us

Regular performances every night

Priscilla. Karenita will be starring enthusiastically!

Guaranteed to tug at everyone’s heartstrings!

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The Kingfisher Hotel is the most prosperous and popular tavern next to the Patriarch's Square. It is full of guests at any time day or night.

But this is not the kind of place where you can get into trouble and fights when you get drunk. It is a social place protected by the Bathhouse King Sigiluven, so there are enough resources here to hire a complete band and highly skilled bards.

"My prophetic ability tells me that through Pucilla we can find Dandelion. The guy is obsessed with her to death. This is another hot true love for our bard!"

Angouleme rolled his eyes, "Dandelion never lacks true love! It's true love every time, and even several true loves can operate at the same time!"

"Your complaints are very good. Let me remind you that your dear uncle is also this kind of person." After speaking, the witcher opened the door and walked inside.

The girl who spat and followed immediately knew she saw Pucilla as soon as she entered the door.

The blond woman on the stage has palm-sized cheeks and a slender figure. Her feminine features wrapped in orange-red performance clothes are extremely obvious, showing an astonishing protrusion and backward curvature, which is completely in line with Sir Victor's aesthetics.

The reason why the girl can recognize her as Pucilla at a glance is that the beauty of this bard has a unique temperament, that kind of coexistence of elegance and frivolity. Seeing her is like...like...just... Like a female version of Dandelion!

"Her beauty has a natural magic. The moment he saw her, Victor felt an uncontrollable instinct in his heart, and he decided to sleep with this beautiful woman!"

Stopped, the young man in sunglasses glared at the girl, "Ms. Golden Eagle of Temeria, have I not beaten you for too long? Who gave you the courage to make a narration within ten meters of me, thinking that I would not hear it?"

"Sorry, I blurted it out by mistake." Angouleme looked innocent.

Raising his fist to warn her symbolically, Victor walked to the hotel owner, the black-skinned man with a beard named Olivier.

"Long time no see, Olive Tree! As usual, a glass of hot milk and rum, plus a glass of tequila for her!"

The familiar nickname and order brought back memories. The hotel owner looked up at the young man in sunglasses in front of him, and then his pupils suddenly dilated, "Victor Corleone!? It's you, you're back to Novigrad!"

Olivier's surprise was justified. After all, the reason for his departure was a big news.

"Yes, I'm back. People are really forgetful. I walked all the way into the city without sunglasses and was not recognized."

The tavern owner smiled and started to mix drinks, "Indeed, your temperament has changed a lot. If you hadn't called me, I really wouldn't have recognized you."

"You haven't changed much, you're still dark and thin," Victor looked up at the wine cabinet behind him and pushed his sunglasses, "The wine variety is still so complete. Ah! Two more glasses of Lafite from 1970, and chill them for me."

Pushing the tequila to Angouleme, Olivier began to break the ice, "It's been a long time since I saw you get rich? This is the newly brewed national wine of Toussaint, and it costs five crowns per sip."

"I almost went bankrupt not long ago, but I still have money for two glasses of Lafite. Is there any big news in Novigrad recently?"

The bartender skillfully began to put ice cubes into the ice bucket.

"Since you left, there are two things... no, three. Mr. Alphonse died, the black-clad men attacked again, and Priscilla was resident at the Kingfisher Inn on the day you left."

Sipping the sweet wine, the young man with a smile on his face pointed to the direction of the stage with his eyes, "Is that Priscilla? What a beautiful lady! Has anyone courted her in the past?"

Pour two glasses of Lafite and put them in an ice bucket to cool, "She is an artist and is not interested in ordinary people, but if she is a famous dragon poet, I think there is a great chance. She sometimes sings Return of the Dragonborn."

"At this moment, Victor made a decision in his heart, what should he do with this Priscilla──"

──The eyes are like knives!

The sharp eyes made Angouleme shut up. Victor guessed that she was bored on the ship for too long along the way, which made her full of desire to perform now. So he decided to go to the bookstore later and buy a few more books for her to study!

Feeling the undisguised malice emanating from the leader, the members whistled and looked at the stage, looking left and right and posing innocently.

According to past practice, there is an 80% chance that Victor, who considers himself a brother, will give up the punishment.

Fortunately, at this time, Priscilla's singing officially began.

With only a simple lute as accompaniment, she instantly attracted the eyes and ears of everyone in the Kingfisher Inn with her beauty and singing.

Even Victor, who has always had a picky ear, was hazily trapped in the wonderful fantasy she wove, listening to her story about Geralt of Rivia and Yennefer of Vangerberg, their romantic and eternal love.

The author of this poem is Dandelion, and the official name is "Wolf Storm", but in Victor's previous life memory, players call it "Priscilla's Song", an unforgettable memory.

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《Wolf Storm \u0026 Priscilla's Song》

Touch my scars with your fingers, fate intertwines

Despise the starlight

Open the wound, try to heal

Until it becomes a whirlwind of fate

(Chorus)

In the early morning, you escape from my dreams

Sweet as lilac, bitter as black currant

I want to dream of your black hair

Your purple eyes, tearful

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I follow the wolf's mark deep into the blizzard to track your stubborn heart

Through anger and sadness,

Solid as stone

I set your windswept lips on fire

(Chorus)

Qing In the morning, you escape from my dream

Sweet as lilac, bitter as black currant

I want to dream of your black hair

Your purple eyes, tearful

……

Are you my destiny

Or just an accident of love

When I told you my wish

Did you fall in love with me against your will

(Chorus)

In the morning, you escape from my dream

Sweet as lilac, bitter as black currant

I want to dream of your black hair

Your purple eyes, tearful

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After the song ended, Priscilla Karenita, who smiled and bowed, noticed a unique traveler in the crowd, pushed down her sunglasses slightly, and patted her chest to greet herself.

“Oh my god, those mutant eyes! He is actually a witcher!”

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(Putting bowls)

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