Witcher's Atelier

The autumn sun is warm but not hot.

Standing in front of the rocking horse toy store, his eyes passed over the crowded and bustling port area. Victor's mental state was a little confused at this time.

"Dettlaff may come back here, but he is emotionally unstable now, and meeting unfamiliar people rashly may cause misunderstandings.

If possible, Wick, leave me alone here to wait for him.

I promise you that I will communicate well with him. As long as Sianna writes a clear and safe letter as soon as possible in the name of Lena Wade, everything will end successfully. "

What Regis said made sense, and Victor had no reason to object. But after walking out of the rocking horse toy store, he suddenly realized that there was no place in Toussaint where he was needed for the time being.

It was Regis' job to take down Dettlaff. It is the duty of the Duchy Guard to deal with Xianna. Even if you don't have yourself, the world will go on as usual.

And even if things get a little out of control, there is still the sorceress Yennefer sitting in charge. Her arrogant attitude of being in control is not flattering, but it makes people feel at ease.

The young man looked up at the blue sky: "I am not a god, I am just a witcher. I have no right or need to arrange everyone's life."

Let go of your worries. Victor decided to use his rare free time to buy some local specialties and repopulate the herbal bags that Saskia had previously drained.

To be honest, walking on the streets of Toussaint, people here are happy and happy. From time to time, people were drinking and singing. It was completely unimaginable that there was a war in the north and the clouds were thick.

Fairy tale world, a country without conquests.

Buy various alchemical materials in bulk at the herbal shop. He went to the weapons shop to order many weapons, and the witcher asked the merchant to use a carriage to deliver the goods to the Corleone Manor.

He planned to go home and enjoy the life of a landlord for a few days, prepare alchemy for war, and wait and see how things would develop.

Since he is not the ruler of Toussaint, he is not the ruler of Toussaint, and his simple concept determines that as long as things do not deteriorate to the "Night of the Teeth", then they can do whatever they like.

"Listen carefully! According to reliable sources, the truth about the evil beast is a warning from God. The knights it kills are scum who have abandoned the 'Five Virtues'. So we should abandon those evil deeds and return to traditional virtues! "

This is Lolliville Square in the east part of Hautville (uptown). The loud propaganda is narrating, and you can tell by the sound of the voice that it is the old friend the broadcaster Herod.

“Think about it, Count Crespe was handcuffed to death in the shackles, and his shameful death as a criminal was a sign of a lack of ‘honour’!

And Naramon. Dulac, who once served as the Grand Duke's tutor, foolishly colluded with the evil forces and died comically while sleeping in the gutter with a pillow. Isn't this a symbol of lack of 'wisdom'!

Of course, we can’t forget the ‘Iron Cock Knight’ Count Laquas. His heavily taxed mill has caused many farmers to starve and suffer. No one with eyes can ignore it. So the evil beast satisfies his greed and shoves money down his throat!

But those are all in the past tense. I hereby solemnly predict that there will be two more punished! Although I can’t predict who it will be, ‘heroic’ and ‘mercy’ come to mind…

Oh my gosh! Once upon a time did these wonderful qualities become so rare?

Are there any real knights of the Five Virtues in this country? "

Herod, who was in charge of advertising, was surrounded by many listeners, and everyone was talking about it. Although what the announcer said was true, Victor knew that behind it was Xianna's strategy to manipulate public opinion.

The propaganda came to an end, and Victor stepped forward to hold the speaker alone, "Hey! Don't be afraid, remember me?"

Herod glanced up and down and quickly recognized the witcher, "Ah! So it's you...an alchemist from the east of Serikania, right?

It is very easy to remember you as a rare guest, generous in paying and the real deal. You know, until last month, people were still asking me if I knew where you were! "

Victor smiled and accepted the compliment, "The lecture about evil beasts just now was very interesting. Can you tell me who asked you to promote it?"

"I don't know...someone threw the speech and money into the house in the middle of the night. I think the content is just to persuade people to be kind. This kind of thing is not uncommon. Occasionally, there are even black letters. Is there any problem?" When I met the alchemist, I could not forget his generosity, and the preacher told me everything he knew.

Victor shook his head, "No, just curious!"

Sure enough, Xianna didn't show any flaws in such a trivial matter, but no matter what, her opponent is the Principality of Toussaint, which has clear guidance, and these small propagandas are just to persuade people to do good, so don't worry about it. It doesn't matter.

"Thank you, Herod. It's nice to see you again. Since you still remember last year's speech, you can help me promote it. I should stay here for a month. If you need me to help treat baldness or impotence, you can do it. You can find me at Corleone Manor."

Accept Victor's small bag of gold coins. The propagandist was beaming and cheered up before returning to the podium.

…

After visiting the upper town, Victor then went to the lower town "Saint Sebastian". He compared the address of the letter in his hand and found an old house.

He put on his sunglasses first, then banged on the wooden door.

The person who answered the door was a woman who looked like a woman who had experienced oppression in life. There was also a little girl about eight years old in the room, staring at Victor with her round, dark eyes.

"You... honorable sir, what can I do for you?" The cleaned Udvik armor, worn on the tall and strong Victor, still looked very intimidating, and the woman subconsciously shrank back.

The young man in sunglasses smiled and took a step back, taking out a blonde doll and a cute little comb from his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm an employee of the rocking horse toy store, and my boss received a letter from a little girl, Isa..."

Seeing the toy and hearing what Victor said, the little girl inside jumped up, ran to the door and hugged her mother's thigh, staring at the doll in Victor's hand with hot and eager eyes.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean, sir..." Sweat dripped down her wrinkles, and the simple woman was at a loss.

"Don't get me wrong, it doesn't cost anything, it's just a gift." Victor comforted the woman gently. Then he squatted down and held the toy and comb in front of the little girl, "Remember what you wrote in the letter, take good care of it, this is a gift from Mr. Dettlaff."

Gratefully hugging the toy, the little girl Isa nodded repeatedly with shining eyes.

Then the young man in sunglasses stood up and said to his mother: "As far as I know, Corleone Manor is recruiting workers recently, providing food and accommodation. The only requirement is diligence. If you don't have any skills, you can be trained from scratch. If you need a job, you can go there and try it."

After a few simple words with the other party, the young man in sunglasses left as if he had never appeared.

……

"Letter to the Shopkeeper"

Dear Mr. Toy Store Owner:

I have asked my parents to buy toys for me for a long time, and my mother always cries and says we have no money. Every time I ask my father when he will make money, he gets angry, and once he almost beat me.

My friends all have beautiful toys. Laura has a teddy bear, and Michelle has a blonde doll whose hair can be combed with a real comb.

I am so worried that I will never have toys to play with, so I am writing to Mr. Boss now. I wanted to write this letter a long time ago, but I couldn't write then. Now I can.

If you have beautiful toys that other children don't want, you can give them to me. The toys and I will be very happy.

Please don't laugh at me. I'm still a child, but I also know that toys are not really alive, they are just our imaginations.

But so what? I will love it very much.

Isha

……

At sunset, the witcher looked back on his horse.

The afterglow weaves the golden city of Beauclair, which is quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

I can't help the whole world, but I can help the people I meet.

Folding the letter paper and putting it away, Victor rode south to go home with a smile.

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