Witcher's Atelier

Looking around to make sure no one else could spot him, the hotel owner lowered his voice and said calmly, "Listen, respectable sir, I don't want to cause trouble..."

"I seem to be here to cause trouble? Are you sure?" Victor smiled calmly, pushed the empty wine glass forward, and motioned for the other party to pour another glass.

Taking out the cloudy ale and filling the glass, the hotel owner said in a humble tone, "Don't get me wrong, sir, of course you don't count, but the person you asked - Hantrick, that bastard himself is *trouble!"

"Here it is, just the three of us. Give him the information he wants, and you will get more." Angouleme took out a small bag of crowns and put it on the table. The sound of the impact was clear and sweet.

An action is worth a thousand words, Radovid easily breaks the opponent's inner defenses.

"Hey, okay, then please don't let anyone know it was me who said it!"

"As you said, Hantrick is a big trouble. Will anyone else care about him?" Victor asked with a sneer.

The hotel owner nodded, picked up the cup and pretended to wipe it, "In fact, there are still some. Last week, a witcher asked about Hantrick here... Of course, I don't know what he wants to do..."

"It must be Geralt!" Angoulin knew it well and did not interrupt him.

"Hantrick was a strange fellow. No one knew where he came from or why he came here. He lived with a widow in the village of Heatherton. Her husband was stabbed to death for a piece of bread. ”

At this point, the boss's expression showed fear and his voice became even lower.

"And just last week, on the morning when the witcher asked, Hetherton was attacked by the death knight who brought the frost. Now that place has turned into a dead ruin, and no one dares to go there."

The boss's statement was serious, but in fact the girl had already heard the prophecy, and he just wanted the specific name of the village. Because the prophet only remembered the plot and could not remember the name of the village.

After confirming Victor's nod with a side face, Angouleme pushed the gold coin forward, "Very good, it's yours. Now go to the kitchen to look at the meal and ask your wife to add more herbs. Our food is the best." Great value for money!”

The boss hid the money bag in his arms and hurriedly turned around and walked into the kitchen.

There were two people left in front of the bar. "You did a good job of taking advantage of the situation, but there is a small flaw." The witcher mentor began to comment on the apprentice's performance just now. "The way you took out the money was quite handsome, half as chic as mine, but this The response should be more subtle!

Pay attention and observe the table of villagers behind you on your right. Among them is the one with rotten teeth. He is now deeply attracted to you. I'll bet you a hundred crowns that if he got the chance he'd be happy to stick a pitchfork in your back and snatch your purse.

Don't look unconvinced, if we weren't two people walking together, there would probably be bloodshed when we walked out of this tavern.

Never overestimate the moral level of these poor people! In extreme cases, the impatient mob doesn't even need you to go out, they will attack directly here, and then blame the outsiders for the provocation! "

Angouleme's thick black eyebrows were raised, highlighting the strange and agile white eyes. "I know that their malice cannot be fooled by Eagle Vision. I don't mind killing all the people who want to rob me!"

“Of course you should defend yourself, I have no problem with that, but you can prevent the situation from getting to that point.

Unnecessary killing will discredit the efforts of Vesemir and the others, and the ignorant people will only call you the butcher at the crossroads.

You must know that "witcher" is a label.

Your personal behavior will shape the perception of the group. Because of your fellow cat sects, many people think that witchers are killers.

I used to think the neutrality promoted by Vesemir was laughable. But when I was actually walking outside, I understood his good intentions. Many times I used neutrality as an excuse to avoid requests that I didn't want to accept.

As a mentor, I tell you that to refuse moral kidnapping, start by avoiding moral dilemmas. "

Angouleme made a long face, raised his glass of wine and toasted Victor, asking him to shut up for the time being.

…

Some time passed.

Just eating pork and drinking ale, the two of them were almost full when the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside.

From far to near, the frequency was estimated to be at least thirty, the sound of hoofbeats spread like some kind of signal. The drunken villagers in the hotel left the tavern one after another as if they had seen a ghost. In the blink of an eye, only the Phantom Troupe was left in the bar.

Then the witchers heard a rough and loud roar coming from the square outside, "You guys, listen to me. I am the captain Shafrin sent by Sergeant Odar. I will bring you crows tonight." The latest executive order!

Listen up, everyone, as long as there is a milk-producing cow in the house, it must be brought to the crow's nest before the weekend.

After the weekend, if we see a cow in anyone's yard, we will give him fifty lashes on the spot and all his property will be confiscated.

As a reward, if you repay the hidden cow, you can get a bag of millet as a reward! "

There was a loud discussion from the villagers outside, but it was quickly stopped.

"Now we will conduct routine security inspections for you to prevent Nilfgaardian spies from lurking among us. If any hidden food is found, we will confiscate it for your own good."

Then he gave the order for action, followed by many cries, pleas and curses, one after another at the crossroads.

In the tavern.

Angouleme lowered his eyelids and made a face, "You don't need to tell me, I know, we just watch, the situation may be worse if we intervene rashly.

Besides, with thirty people as opponents, even if you win, you may still be injured. And once we are injured, these farmers who are afraid of revenge will tie us up and sell us to the bloody baron! "

After speaking, she quickened her hands and feet and stuffed the remaining pieces of pork into her mouth, her bulging cheeks like a hamster.

Raising his right hand and patting his forehead, Victor closed his eyes and said, "Although I really want to make a summary and my teaching is really good, I don't know why I feel a little sad. To describe my mood at this moment in detail, it would probably be sentimental. '?

"Don't get sick again, the heroic hero is not dead, but the risk is too high and not worth it!

You know all the principles, and you teach me the same thing, so why do you always have to have trouble with yourself? "Stuffed full of food, Angouleme uttered incoherently.

Victor drank the ale in one gulp, "I always keep myself introspective, because I don't want to be assimilated too quickly by the cruelty of this miserable world. This is the last stubbornness I can do."

He was about to use gorgeous words to explain the distortion of human nature and moral decay, but the sound of "Bang!" The door opened interrupted the conversation.

Three soldiers in regular army uniforms walked into the tavern and listened to the music to identify them. Captain Shafrin was among them.

Then their footsteps stopped, and the three of them looked at the unusual presence in front of the bar - two travelers in leather armor, both men and women carrying two swords behind their backs. They seemed to be in the same group, and they were quite difficult to mess with.

It’s the witcher again! ?

Thinking of the white-haired man he met last week who later became the guest of the Bloody Baron, Shafrin shook his head.

So no one came forward to provoke, they chose to turn a blind eye and each took their seats to call the boss.

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