Witcher's Atelier

Victor is reminiscing about the past.

Although I have only been in the Demon Hunting World for a few years, when I think back, it seems like it was a long, long time ago... I have really experienced a lot of ups and downs in the past few years.

I recall that when I was just starting out, I went to Vizima to visit the alchemist master Kalkestan, hoping to exchange alchemical knowledge with him. At that time, the other party was arguing with his guests about the treatment of the plague.

Wanting to make a good first impression, he ostentatiously revealed the nature of Catriona's plague, causing the guests to leave immediately without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, what was an unintentional joke back then would bear fruit today.

Yes, that's right, the guest at that time was the mage Alexander.

...and following the cable of memory, the alchemist recalled Alexander's appearance, and also thought that Kalkstein had conveyed an invitation on his behalf, saying that he hoped Victor would come to Wellen to work together. I just had other considerations at the time, so I chose to decline.

Unexpectedly, in such a hurry, we would say farewell forever, and that I would be a young man when I returned from my wanderings in various countries.

Suddenly laughing, feeling the wonderful arrangement of fate, the witcher put his right hand on his chest, "You can rest in peace...Mage Alexander, your academic efforts to solve the plague will be fully inherited by me and obtained in the hands of Ms. Kayla." Finish."

"Hey! What did you say?" After hearing Victor's words, Keira turned to the young man in surprise.

I saw him holding the "secret box" in both hands, using standard northern language and pronouncing the words smoothly, "Open it! I am Victor Corleone from the east of Serikania."

As soon as he finished speaking, the complexly patterned seal flashed with blue light, and the next second there was a "click", and the tightly closed lid popped upward.

It's so simple that it's almost unreal.

The unimaginable expansion made Keira open the cherry mouth in surprise, and she could almost stuff an egg into it... or something else.

"You... how did you do it?" She couldn't hide her doubts. "Could it be that you used future vision and saw someone else opening it? No... no, you clearly said your own name. Could it be that..."

Keira's chaotic appearance was quite cute. Victor chuckled, "There is no doubt that it has nothing to do with the prophet. Eliminate other possibilities, and the remaining answers, no matter how absurd they are, are the only truth.

I met him by chance a few years ago in Vizima, and for some reason, I shared my views on the plague with him.

It's so simple, so simple that it seems fake. "

After Yun Danfeng finished speaking, the witcher handed the opened box to the sorceress, "In short... the kindhearted person who solved the curse, now they are yours!"

Reality is not easy to accept, but reality does not accept refutation either.

She originally thought there was nothing she could do, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the worse. Keira, who was in a complicated mood, chose to stretch out her hand and twist Victor's soft flesh, then returned to the desk and continued to check the harvest by candlelight.

…

After a while, the golden morning light slowly rose from the end of the horizon, shining on the former Mouse Tower.

The object of the first radiant kiss between heaven and earth is of course the man sitting on the top of the tower. His blue eyes are squinting and admiring the sunrise.

As for the object of the second radiant kiss, it was the woman who had just walked behind the man, a little blond man, "You are really leisurely and relaxed, but I haven't seen the sunrise for a long time. Today is really a day full of hope."

"So fast? I thought it would take you longer." The man did not look back. This was the most beautiful moment of the sun - it was fleeting.

The woman knelt down and hugged the man from behind, "Just make sure there are no omissions. It's all mine anyway. I'll have plenty of time to study it later."

Although the beautiful scenery was rare, the softness pressed against his back, and the scent of rosemary was fragrant. Victor couldn't help but feel a little distracted, "You have something to tell me?"

"You should be the one who wants to tell me something, isn't it?" Keira blew into her ear mischievously, "Actually, I don't need to take any action to solve the curse of the Mouse Tower from beginning to end, but you strongly asked me to participate. I believe there must be a good reason.

Now that the matter has come to an end, I am waiting for your explanation! "

Watching the sun rise gradually, its warmth shines on the skin, and the body of the woman hugging him is also very warm.

Even if some words are tacitly spoken, they still have to be spoken. Victor touched his nose and said, "The reason for inviting you is very simple. I want you to witness my prophetic ability with your own eyes, so that you can pay more attention to my opinions. After all, things It’s about your life.”

This answer was as expected, and the sorceress's little hands naturally started to get fussy, "So you know what I want to do with this research result?"

"I know, you want to use Catriona's plague vaccine to make a deal with Radovid V to avoid guilt." The witcher held her hand down to prevent her from moving, "But you won't succeed! He is not a lover of people. He is not the type of wife, but the hard-hearted Radovid, with his deep-rooted hatred for sorceresses, he will only impale you to death with a thick wooden stake and put it on display in the leader's square.

And I will never allow this to happen! "

"Boohoo! What you said is great, I like hearing it! But are you thinking too much? Am I that stupid?"

"I'm worried that your aversion to country life will obscure your wise eyes."

"Well...if you didn't make a prediction, maybe I would really try. I'm tired of everything in the countryside and long to return to a luxurious life..." Along with the statement, her hands stopped rioting in disinterest, "...if today is On the day when I have to die, I want to leave in a glorious way, not die in shame and ugliness on a wooden stake.”

Victor took Kayla's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it, "Just give up, so that my trip here will not be in vain.".

"Humph! Captain Wick, who is always confident, since you said you came to me specially, what plans have you prepared for me?"

Several waterfowl flew across the golden lake, grabbing fresh fish and circling away.

"Go live in Kaer Morhen. Hey! Don't be too busy pinching me, I'm not kidding! First of all, you know it's safe there, no one is hunting witches in the wilderness!

Secondly, when it comes to the living environment, you also know my taste. After my careful renovation, the castle is actually considered a medium-level residence. And you can stay in my room! It has the second most comfortable bed in Kaer Morhen, I dare say better than the bed you had in Vizima. "

Although what he said was reasonable, the sorceress still pinched the witcher, "Why don't you give me the best bed to sleep on?"

"Hiss... let go! Because the best 'four-poster solid wood European style country elevated double curtain bed. Shadow' has been used by Geralt and Triss. They rolled sheets on it for more than half a month. I don't think you will think Sleep on that bed."

"Grudge! What kind of stupid name did you choose?"

"It's completely realistic, don't you think it's cool?"

After releasing the pinched soft flesh, Keira gently rubbed Victor's fingers.

"Don't you need my help to find Ciri?"

"There is no need to take risks." He shook his head and refused. "You will make more contributions to the world if you stay in the castle and concentrate on research."

"Okay! Then I'll go to Kaermohan and get all the secondary mutation equipment over there. What about you? Where are you going next?"

"First go to Crow's Nest to meet Geralt and Angouleme, and then I have to run to Novigrad to rescue people. Our dear bard Dandelion, if not unexpected, should have successfully landed himself on death row. !”

"That bard who is always leering and doesn't know who he is when he's drunk? I think he's only one step away from the gallows at any time."

"I can't agree with you more, but I'm going to take him down from the gallows no matter how many times.

Huh...what are you doing? It doesn’t matter what the occasion is, don’t do this in broad daylight! "

"Shut up! We are going to be separated soon and you are still nagging me. Are you a man?"

"Uh..." Anyway, he had finished what he needed to say. Being so challenged, Victor had no choice but to once again prove to Keira that he was a proud and real man.

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