Witcher's Atelier

Through the agency of their boss Olivier, Victor and Angoulin were invited to go to the back of the stage to talk to the pillars of the Kingfisher Tavern.

As the saying goes, if you are not huge, how can you gather people's hearts?

And close to the results of the observation, Angouleme concluded that Pucilla's ability to gather people's hearts is much better than that of Saskia, the saint of Aedirn!

"Pucilla Kalenita from Kevir, nice to meet you, Victor from Keldro. I'm not going to lie to you, I just saw the splendid blond witcher on the stage, and I intuitively thought of him. It’s you who come to listen to my poetry.”

"Really? So what do you think when you see me?"

"Hmm... It's hard to say! It's a bit different from what I imagined before. Of course, I can understand that singing "Return of the Dragonborn" requires a manly person like you, but I originally thought you would be more handsome..."

The bard's opening remarks were a bit familiar and a bit flippant, but not annoying.

People can do whatever they want if they are beautiful! Especially because of her thin waist, her bust is extremely obvious. The steep curve is enough for most men to forgive her slight offense, and Victor is certainly no exception.

"As for Ms. Angoulan, the golden eagle of Temeria, you are exactly as I imagined, even more perfect. You are heroic, agile, and have these gorgeous thick eyebrows. You are completely the pride of our women."

Angouleme happily accepted the other person's compliments and request for a handshake. Angouleme was as cordial as a star meeting a fan, completely forgetting that not long ago, she had hinted that the other person's big breasts must be very sexy.

"So Mr. Victor, what's the reason for you to come to me? I hope to ask you some questions about music later, so I will help you to the best of my ability."

Victor smiled, "That's right, Ms. Pucilla. The reason why I came to visit you is to find our mutual friend, the bard Mr. Dandelion."

She blinked doubtfully, "I do know Dandelion, but I don't know where she is. We met in a poetry competition held in Keville the year before last. My performance was slightly better at that time, so he ended the competition. He came up to talk to me, but I never saw him again after that.”

The calm tone was definitely not false. Victor immediately realized the small mistake he had made. He had come too early. Dandelion hadn't arrived in Novigrad yet. Who knew where he was wandering?

The situation is a bit embarrassing, but it doesn't matter, "Sorry! It seems that I made a mistake. I heard him mention your name many times when chatting with him before. It is said that he can sing poems very well. And for some reasons, I thought he was active in this city, so I took it for granted that he would come looking for you.”

Flicking the ends of her hair with the index finger of her right hand, Priscilla's laughter was melodious, and her tone was full of ridicule, "Oh! So that's what happened...? I'm so sorry. It seems I was wrong too. I originally thought you wanted to It’s me you’re looking for, but I didn’t expect you were looking for a man.”

Angoulin burst into laughter.

"All in all, I really haven't heard any news about him recently, at least not in the past six months." The bard concluded with a smile.

Victor spread his hands, "It was purely a misunderstanding, but it was a beautiful misunderstanding because it allowed me to get to know the beautiful you. Please forgive me for my rashness."

"Ah, beautiful misunderstanding, I like this description, and I'm beginning to like you a little bit. If you want to express your apology, maybe you are willing to sing Return of the Dragonborn for me and the audience tonight.

I really want to hear how well you sing, so that everyone who hears you sing will think that I can't sing as well as you.

As a bard, I will not be convinced until I hear your singing with my own ears.

You can also take advantage of this performance to announce the return of Duvacin to the Novigrad salon community. "

Having just listened to Priscilla's "Storm of the Wolf", Victor is sure that she is really a very talented girl. Her singing voice is sincere and emotional, which is different from the version sung by Dandelion.

Taking into account the bonus points for women and emotional points, the young man even felt that her singing was better than the original version.

Pucilla is indeed proud of her capital, but there is always a difference between suitable and inappropriate songs. Her lark's voice can make the Wolf Storm melodious and graceful, but if she has to compete with herself when the Dragonborn returns, no matter who gave her the advice? That person definitely wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

So out of kindness to protect the lady's self-esteem, Victor raised his eyebrows, "Angouleme can testify that I haven't performed for a long time. In fact, my profession is a witcher──"

"──I want to hear it too!" Angouleme interjected with bright eyes, full of fear that the world would not be in chaos. "I haven't heard you sing for a long time, and I miss your singing. Besides, since Pucilla wants to hear it, I will do it for her." Just perform once and we will all be good friends!”

Victor almost kicked Angouleme. We became friends within twenty minutes of meeting and talking. You are too shameless. However, Puscilla nodded repeatedly beside her, obviously agreeing with the girl's statement.

"But I didn't bring any musical instrument..." The witcher patted his forehead.

The bard clasped his hands together: "You can use mine, and the orchestra here is also at your disposal."

"Mr. Victor, if you are willing to sing Return of the Dragonborn at the Kingfisher Hotel, it will definitely create a sensation. I am willing to buy you a bottle of Lafite for this." The speaker was Olivier.

The tavern owner came into the backstage from outside at some point and happened to hear the second half of the conversation. He had attended Mr. Alphonse's salon before and he had full confidence in the dragonborn poet.

Touching his chin, he could not find a reason to refuse. "Then I want to sing the last song." Victor requested.

…

The Kingfisher Inn is still lively tonight, with people coming and going and drinking.

The sound of the band gradually faded, and Priscilla stood on the stage, with her left hand on her waist as a guest host. "Dear friends, normally it should be time for me to sing the second song, but today we are honored to invite a guest, a dragon poet who has been away from the Novigrad salon circle for more than a year, to sing his classic song "The Return of the Dragonborn" for us."

"What! No way? I came all the way here just to listen to the ballad sung by Priscilla!"

"How can you change the performers at will? This is disrespectful to customers!"

"Shut up! Do you know what kind of song "The Return of the Dragonborn" is? And how touching it is to hear the dragon poet sing it in person!" The last person to speak was a jazzman, with noble clothes and arrogant temperament, which immediately shut up the first two noisy people.

Many people who were expecting Priscilla to sing were slightly agitated, but soon these ignorant people also returned to silence after being reminded by the people around them.

After all, this was a version that was only circulated in whispers in the past.

Before today, the Dragonborn poet had only participated in three salon performances held by Mr. Alphonse in Novigrad, and then he suddenly left, and the singing stopped.

So the slight noise quickly disappeared.

…

Victor stood on the stage, the magnificent Kingfisher Tavern, the performance hall was rectangular, extending to the wine table where the customers were.

He asked the band to rest behind the stage and placed four music boxes next to the stage.

Since you have decided to perform, you must perform your best. Since you want to convince the other party, you must sing until the other party is convinced.

These music boxes will later play the vocal accompaniment recorded by the Skellige Macho Band, combined with the melody played on the lute, to present the audience with a vocal version of "Return of the Dragonborn".

The majestic texture of this version is completely incomparable to the thin performance in the salon in the past, and compared to that time, I have experienced too much.

Bit by bit, flowing through my heart, "Alder!"

He used the seal to drive the music box to start playing, and then plucked the strings of the lute.

…

Leaving the stage to Victor, Priscilla leaned against the beams of the stage and squeezed the mountains into skyscrapers.

She was very confident in her singing skills and emotional expression, and she claimed to be more thorough in various performance forms, but the method of driving away all the bands and arranging strange music boxes like the witcher was still unheard of. She just hoped that this famous dragon poet would not let her down.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the golden eagle of Angoulan Temeria who was traveling with him, sitting next to the bar, holding a beer with confidence, which made the bard feel interesting.

"Hoohoo! Hoohoo! Hoohoo!"

"Hoohoo! Hoohoo! Hoohoo!"

The rhythmic roars of the macho men suddenly popped out of the music box, combined with the simple melody of the lute, instantly shocking Priscilla's body.

She was very familiar with the return of the Dragonborn, and had tried many ways to interpret this climax, but she had never thought of using human voice to replace instruments, and she had never thought that the effect of human voice would be so majestic and magnificent.

Moreover, Victor directly moved the climax part to the opening singing, replacing the original arrangement of the storytelling, which can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction attack on medieval poetry.

The following "Oh oh oh oh ~ oh oh oh!" human voice chanting added an epic thickness to the poem.

Before Victor started singing, Priscilla already felt that she could not stand steadily, and hurriedly moved to the seat by holding the wall.

Unfortunately, she woke up too late.

"Duwak'in! Duwak'in! Swear on his honor!"

The singing roared, and a hero with a chest three feet wide and a heroic spirit appeared before his eyes!

Pusilla's legs softened and she sat down on the ground. She could no longer take her eyes off the man, and since she was sitting down, she let go of her image and listened attentively.

"Never let evil come again!"

Even the bard who had considerable resistance was so useless, and the audience was even more intoxicated, all of them were instantly swept up in Victor's exploding voice.

Yes, it was all in his singing.

"Hearing his roar of victory, the most vicious enemies will flee at the first sign of trouble!"

When singing this sentence, Victor recalled many memories.

In the forge on Udvik Island, facing the sea monsters and the almost unbeatable frost giants!

In the underground of Vizima, killing the experimental subject, and then rushing towards Aza Javed without hesitation!

In the floating harbor, trapped in the siege, adhering to the righteous spirit in his heart, breaking through the formation and killing Loredo!

Finally, at the Lomne Amphitheater, he raised his steel sword and fought bloody battles with the legendary dragon!

All those powerful enemies were fierce, but in the end they all fell down, and no one could stand in front of him!

Yes, even the most vicious enemies would flee after hearing my roar of victory!

Poetry can inspire, observe, gather, and complain.

Singing has always been used to express one's heart, so singers have a very high level called "singing out themselves".

At this moment, this song "The Return of the Dragonborn" is the Dragonborn's self-narration!

He narrated his legendary journey of righteousness and bravery...

How could it not be touching!

How could it not sound good!

"Dragonborn! We pray for your blessing."

The roof tiles were shaken by his roar, and the audience was moved by his singing, and their legs were shaking!

Under the glory of many legendary deeds, that ordinary face shone, and every inch from head to toe exuded the explosive male hormones, which made men silent and women cry!

Priscilla was like this, with two lines of moving tears on her cheeks. She knew that the poem had already been decided. What others said was right. She could never sing better than this man.

But in fact, her idea was not entirely correct. Without fighting with many powerful enemies to verify his enlightenment, Victor would never have sung so domineeringly.

Beliefs must be tempered by practice!

After a few minutes of climax to win the game, Victor calmed down and returned to the original beginning.

"Our hero, our hero, he has a warrior's heart..." He started by humming the origin of the hero and narrating the legend of the Dragonborn.

Although it sounds plain, after the shock just now, people are more moved by the narration of the poem.

…

After a while.

Angoulême Corleone, the vice-leader of the Phantom Troupe, left the Kingfisher Inn alone, staggering and drunken with a bottle of Lafite in her hand, to take home to drink with Yuna and Fergus.

As for the leader of the Phantom Troupe, the bard Priscilla Calenita invited him to stay, drink some wine and discuss poetry. It is said that she has many works to share with Victor.

Originally, Priscilla also invited Angouleme, but how could she mess up Victor's good things? She directly said that she wanted to go home and sleep. The bed in Fergus's blacksmith shop was big and comfortable!

So now she was the only one walking alone on the streets of Novigrad at night.

However, the girl was not alone, nor was she too dangerous. First of all, the Pearl of the North already had the prototype of a city that never sleeps. Secondly, the altars of the Eternal Fire were scattered throughout the city. If you try to walk in the light, ordinary people still dare to go out.

But perhaps because of the dazzling Lafite in her hand, or the temptation of the bulging money bag, Angouleme's "Eagle Vision" quickly noticed that there were three red figures with bad intentions following her.

As the chief thug of the Phantom Troupe, she had killed many people and had a strong psychological quality. Of course, she would not want to bring trouble back home, so she took a detour into the dark alley.

Then the three figures really blocked the alley and laughed obscenely, "Hehe, no one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out!"

"Fufufufu! Good man, it's okay to play with us for a while, we are very gentle."

It's not a robbery of money or wine, but a robbery of sex! ?

In shock, Angouleme did not rush to act, but used the dim light to see the open clothes of the criminals and the clown pattern on their faces.

Her caterpillar-like thick eyebrows were raised. These three "sighted" hooligans were all "Hawthorne's" subordinates, and some of them were really drunk.

She remembered that Mr. Alphonse, that is, Hawthorne I, hated this kind of harassment of civilians. I didn't expect that the gang would immediately degenerate into this state after being replaced by that annoying Hawthorne II.

Slowly retreating to a darker place, Angouleme didn't intend to leave any survivors as the three villains approached.

But at this moment, Eagle Vision suddenly screamed, warning her that danger was approaching.

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