Witcher's Atelier

It was like returning to the carefree and happy days of two years ago, when Victor would clean the coins every morning and shape Foltest into Radovid.

In recent days, the currency value of "Oren" has plummeted, from three to one to five to one, and is heading towards six to one, which shows how unoptimistic the situation on the Temerian frontline is.

The nearly halved exchange rate made Angouleme the biological mother of Vimy, the director of Vivaldi Bank. Only she could bring the playful Radovid and replace the ugly Foltest every day.

From the perspective of evil capital, Nilfgaard's "florins" can actually be exchanged for higher profits, but Victor does not want people to misunderstand his relationship with the man in black.

Holding a large number of krona in Novigrad was nothing, but holding a large number of florins, even if it had a higher exchange rate, was very sensitive at this juncture.

In the morning, I clean coins; in the afternoon, I refine potions and bombs, occasionally visit the "Books and Scrolls" to buy books, and occasionally go to the "Perfume Trail" to collect wind; in the evening, I go to the Kingfisher Inn to listen to Pucilla singing.

Victor and Angouleme both enjoyed this leisurely life.

However, compared to the relaxation of the Phantom Troupe, Yuna was not so happy, because the day after she came back, Boss Hao once again asked her and Hatori to make a set of full-body heavy armor made of black steel mixed with anti-magic metal.

The specifications he proposed this time once again made Yuna half angry. It was useless to make such a damn thing!

If it were made according to the thickness Victor wanted, the finished product would be extremely heavy and difficult to move even if it was put on, unless Victor had troll or giant blood - which he obviously did not.

However, the desire of the habitual boss is unwavering, and the oppressed employees have no choice but to play along as toys. During the past period, Yuna and Hatori have been building this set of super-heavy armor.

He had already chosen a name in advance and said it would be called "Berserker Armor".

…

After lunch at the alchemy workshop that day, Victor was about to go out for a walk when he unexpectedly ran into a familiar friend.

Wolf witch hunter. Lambert.

Earlier in Kaer Morhen, the alchemist had told about the business he was running in Novigrad, so when he found a need for help nearby, the witcher immediately came to visit.

"Nice to meet you, Wick. Do you have a minute now? I need your help with something."

"Just ask, brother."

They hugged each other and patted each other's backs.

"Do you remember that I told you about Aiden before in Vergen?"

"I'm very impressed. You said he is your best friend, a demon hunter from the cat sect, but I can't even compare!"

"Hey! Don't be jealous of the deceased. After losing him, the only one in front of you is the White Wolf."

"He's dead!?" he asked in surprise. At the same time, Victor remembered the causes and consequences of this incident.

The summary is vaguely about Aiden, a Cat Faction witcher, who accepts the task of lifting the curse on the Duke's youngest daughter, but becomes involved in a political struggle. In the end, the rival faction hires another Cat Faction witcher to form a group to kill Aiden.

And Lambert’s process of “following the line” and killing all the participants one by one can be regarded as a very touching task chain.

"Yes, it took me a lot of time to investigate. He was involved in..., and then..., several of the gang that murdered him were active in Novigrad..."

The bald witcher chattered endlessly to analyze the progress of the mission and personal judgment to the blond witcher.

Victor, who was listening calmly, did not know that on the same afternoon, another very important thing related to him was happening in the valley at the east end of Aden and at the foot of the Blue Mountain.

…

"For the past hundreds of years, Francesca Findaby, 'Daisy of the Valley,' has been recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world."

The focus of this passage is "hundreds of years."

──Sapiens. Ignis──

…

In the simple but exquisite palace of Dor Bretanna, the bureaucrats of Baihua Valley witnessed a debate scene that was rare in recent years.

"I thought you would never come back?"

"I think so."

"Then why did you come back? You know that Nilfgaard has started a war, and that's when the North needs the power of the Scoia'tael!"

"I thought the Grand Duchess of Baihua Valley condemned the actions of the Scoia'tael and did not acknowledge it!"

The woman who was satirized by Iorpheus sat on the throne, with long dark golden hair curled into a bun with silver needles, big eyes like a docile doe, and a lace-trimmed gray-green dress, breathtakingly beautiful. .

"Io, everything is for the greater good. I believe you can understand that without making these sacrifices, we will not even be able to get back the land under our feet where we can rest and recuperate."

"We have lost our dignity!"

"If only I could get a bargain!"

There was brief silence in the hall.

A cunning fox in the forest. Iorveth and the Valley Daisy. Francesca, no one can convince the other to accept their point of view, and of course they can't change the past that has happened.

Toluvel who was listening in the audience coughed slightly and changed the subject, "Iorveth, let's not mention the past for now. What made you change your mind and come back?"

Her question was just right. Not only the Grand Duchess, but also the other elves present wanted to know.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, the one-eyed elf touched his cheek and said, "The reason why I didn't want to come back in the past was very simple. This Valley of Flowers... is not so much a place to recuperate as a tomb for old age and waiting for death."

Iorveth's words made all the fellow elves look sad. Francesca crossed her arms, but did not refute the other party's remarks.

"And in the north I met a great alchemist who made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

Toruvel blinked. When Iorveth mentioned "Alchemist", she suddenly remembered the face of a certain young man with four knife marks on his face and stars shining in his eyes.

"Oh, what did he give you?" Francesca asked curiously.

"A magical potion. According to his explanation, after drinking it, between the sixth and the twelfth hour, the elf male who missed the breeding period will once again have the ability to impregnate women, no matter how old he is this year."

As soon as the one-eyed elf finished speaking, not only the Grand Duchess suddenly stood up from the throne, but Toluvel and all the elves present also had their pupils shining.

Francesca's voice was slightly trembling: "Iorveth, you are telling a very serious matter. I hope you are not joking! Can what you are talking about... be mass-produced?"

“I don’t know yet, but I don’t think he’s going to lie to me, in fact I’m willing to put my reputation on his word.

He asked me to bring samples and formulas back to Baihua Valley to find someone to test. One of the materials was relatively rare, and he asked us to find a substitute ourselves.

Although I don't know much about alchemy, the other materials described in the formula are not very rare. "

"Who is this alchemist? And what is the name of this potion?" The Grand Duchess's lips looked pale because she was too nervous.

Just today, it was very rare that the clouds gathered over the Baihua Valley Palace and thunderbolts came together. It was obviously only the afternoon, but it showed the darkness of the impending doomsday.

In the flickering light of the candlelight in the hall, Iorveth placed the iron box next to him on the table and opened it, revealing twenty-four tubes of crystal clear green potion!

The one-eyed elf could completely understand the look that looked around him with both expectation and fear of being hurt, because it was the same when he heard it.

"Everyone, Alchemist Victor, Mr. Victor of Keldro, give it to me! A great gift for the Ain Siddi clan!"

Purple lightning surged into the sky, thunder snakes danced wildly, and amid the rumbling roar, Iorveth's eyes looked directly at Francesca.

With the tip of your tongue upward, in three steps, gently land on the teeth from the roof of your mouth down.

"Shocked. Broken. Heaven.

Its name is Galvatron. "

The tone is calm, but the world is shocked!

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