Witcher's Atelier

Victor, who left Baiguoyuan Village to continue his journey, stayed overnight in the countryside and finally arrived at his travel destination at noon the next day.

Vizima, the capital of Temeria and the largest city in the kingdom, is located on the shores of Lake Vizima formed by the confluence of the tributaries of the Pontar River and the Ismina River.

Thanks to the developed water and land transportation and the superior geographical location, the city has made amazing profits from trade, but because of this, the Catriona Plague will certainly not miss this place.

As a result of the raging plague, several city areas were closed and the city gates restricted access. As a result, Victor was blocked from the city gates and could not enter Vizima without a pass.

The person who issued the ban was Mayor Verelade, and the date of issuance was ten days ago. Calculating the time, Angouleme should have been in the city, buying a house and starting to set up a stronghold according to his parting instructions.

Looking at the strong and towering city walls and the guards with bright armor, it was really inconvenient to try to bribe this ancient art in broad daylight. The young man had no choice but to walk to the outskirts of the city. It is impossible for such a big city to be completely closed to traffic from the outside world. There is always someone who can find a way. Got in.

If this were a game, the task triggered now would probably be called "Getting a pass into Vizima."

There are naturally formed satellite towns on the outskirts of the city near the four main city gates, with wooden straw-roof huts as the mainstream buildings. They are inhabited by people who cannot afford to live in the city or who don't like the smell of the Vizima slums.

When Victor opened the door and walked into the tavern outside the East City Gate, the smell of fireworks, wine and meat, vomit, urine, sweat, and the aroma of inferior cosmetics went straight to his nose. He subconsciously frowned and touched it. His nose and eyes were exactly eye to eye with the woman sitting in the corner.

In an instant, Victor was attracted by her. She looked about twenty years old, with green eyes, slender eyebrows, short red hair, parted bangs, and a thin face. As for the nose, this is a neutral beauty that fully conforms to the aesthetics of the 21st century.

He lowered his gaze and added that her figure was not neutral. She was wearing lake green travel clothes and carrying a herbal medicine bag on her back. Was she a doctor?

It was not polite to stare at people like this. The young man nodded silently and apologized. Then he looked around and found that the six or seven rectangular tables in the tavern were filled with farmers, drunkards, and gangsters. Many people could only lean against the wall. Standing, the strange thing is that only the woman is empty on both sides and opposite.

Among the service staff in the tavern, a gorgeous waitress was chatting happily with several guests. One of the guests reached out to touch her butt and then slapped her with a smile. The other waitress was dressed more conservatively, but she was also busy dressing up. Wine comes with food.

Victor didn't bother them, walked straight into the kitchen, and knocked twice on the door panel at the man who looked like the boss, "Sir... do you still have a place to stay?"

The boss, who was as fat as a pig and was squatting in front of the stove roasting suckling pig, wiped his sweat and threw it on the ground, turned around and said impatiently: "Don't you have eyes to see? Of course not."

Listen, if you want something to eat or drink, go to the waitress. She's the slut with the most of her naked body hanging around outside. I don't believe you can't see it, but you'd better keep your hands under control and just take a look. , otherwise I guarantee you will get into big trouble.

I understand, get out of here now! You *miscellaneous*. "

"Pah!", the dull sound of hitting the meat bounced off the boss's face gently. Oren's one after another fell to the ground and turned into a "dinging" sound. Victor used five golden bullets to smash the The boss's expression changed from anger to smile.

Moving the suckling pig away from the flame, he picked up Oren one by one, with a sweet smile on his face: "Ah... this respectable gentleman, what can I do for you?" For service?”

"I have money and want to enter the city. Do you know how to get a pass?"

Lao Han picked up one of the oruns and took a bite. He looked at Victor with squinted eyes. There were four knife marks on his young face. Wrapped under the dusty cloak were leather armor and steel swords. Although it looked like He looks like just an ordinary mercenary, but Oren will not lie.

After thinking about it, Lao Han stretched out his leg and waved it, and then five Orens were thrown over. Seeing the cloaked man paying so easily, he immediately regretted it. Maybe if he compared ten, he would get ten?

However, he will not take the risk to increase the price. The little people have the wisdom of the little people. Only when it is enough can they live longer. "If you have a pass, if you have enough dedication to prove your piety, the priests of the Eternal Fire can help."

Then he lowered his voice and whispered: "Or if you just want to go into the city, you can also visit the 'merchants'. I heard that they have a way. You can find them in the row of houses near the moat at night, but you'd better be sure. Your sword is sharp enough."

Snapped! Another gold coin hit in the face!

"Last question, who is the red-haired woman outside? The one sitting alone in the corner."

Old Han Legs was confused at first, and then suddenly realized: "Ah! That's Ms. Shani, the doctor at San Lebioda Hospital in the Temple District. We respect her very much. Without her, more people would die from the plague."

Nodding, Oren simply told the boss to shut up, and Victor used the food basket to cut off four braised duck legs, a bun, and a bottle of wine.

Pulling down his cloak to reveal his hair, and pulling out the Wolf Faction necklace from his clothes to expose it, he left the kitchen and walked to Shani's table, asking politely: "Can I sit here?"

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Hearing the question, the doctor raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at the new "foreigner". He judged this way because locals usually keep a distance to show respect. There were four knife scars on his young face, which was not good-looking but not ugly.

Wait... that badge is...! ?

Victor, who was standing, observed her expression and read the acquiescence in her expression, so he sat down on the bench opposite the lady naturally, and then a big hand patted his shoulder.

The big hand belonged to a muscular thug who did private boxing in the tavern. "Ms. Shani, do you need me to throw him out?" He said to the doctor.

The lady gently waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, and the big hand retracted. Victor never turned his head to look at the thug from beginning to end. His attention was focused on observing the doctor in front of him.

Shani, this is a name that every game player will never forget. In addition to the fact that she seems unexpectedly young, the surprise when she first met the door has become a matter of course. Shani should look like this. Fortunately, she did not suddenly turn into ebony skin...

"What do you want to talk to me about? Most people won't sit in front of me when they see the empty seats around me." When she picked up the cup to drink, Victor smelled a faint rose scent.

"Well... I just want to sit down and eat, and there's just a seat left here. Is this answer okay?" Victor smiled and took out the duck leg and started chewing.

"Heh... OK." Shani chuckled, "I don't really care about these things, after all, I've smelled too many worse things."

Then the female doctor looked at the boy's pupils in particular, "But I have a question, can you tell me where your badge came from? Don't tell me you're a witcher."

"Apprentice, I'm a wolf-faction witcher apprentice. I haven't mutated yet. You ask this, have you seen similar items?" Victor hooked the badge with his little finger, and the wolf head bared its teeth and claws.

Looking at the wolf head, Shani paused, then nodded and said, "Well... I have a friend who wears the same badge."

"Let me guess, Geralt of Rivia, right?"

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