Witcher's Atelier

"Is he your woman? Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I was just too excited to see this artificial body!" When Shani walked out of the tomb, the rude Vlodimi immediately apologized to Victor.

Glancing at the Shamatte ghost, the witcher was not surprised by his unpredictable attitude, or rather, this phenomenon was quite normal for the dead.

Although he had died for a short time, he had already shown signs of soul loss, which was manifested in his mindlessness and unhappiness.

If he had lived for a few more years and his degeneration was almost the same, he would most likely have followed suit and died in a situation similar to the demonic commotion last night.

However, the above phenomenon was neither the purpose of Victor's coming nor something he needed to care about, so the alchemist smiled and made a gesture of inviting Vlodimi to enter the cauldron and combine with the artificial body.

Needless to say, he was also looking forward to verifying his first "resurrection from the dead" or "rejuvenation".

Talking about the craft of "artificial body making", if we break it down in detail, it can only be regarded as a flawed branch, which is ultimately part of the complete main trunk - the real human body refining.

Yes, the highest level of artificial body making must be human body refining.

And in the "alchemical world", when talking about human body refining, Victor's grandmother cannot be ignored.

That magical lady started at the age of seventeen and used the best seven years of her girlhood to study how to make a perfect human body so that she could revive her close friend, Victor's second grandmother.

At the age of twenty-four, she completed the highest achievement of alchemists - the Philosopher's Stone, and then entered the realm of gods - perfect human body refining.

Although half a century had passed when he was adopted, the stories of the grandmothers in their prime were still talked about by the villagers.

So Victor never doubted the feasibility of human body refining, let alone a mere artificial body.

...

Handing the letter as a certificate to the witcher, Vlodimir's soul walked into the giant cauldron and merged with his body.

Through the thigh bone as a medium, there is no dazzling light or gorgeous special effects, and the soul is easily fixed in the artificial body.

The next second, there was a sound of water, and Vlodimi suddenly stood up from the water, unable to hide his amazement and groping his body, feeling every inch of familiar muscles, and receiving surging and powerful feedback.

Oh my God!

Alive, this is the feeling of being alive!

That kind of reality makes people ecstatic and want to cry!

Alive, this is the feeling of being alive!

The air is so fresh, the world is so beautiful, Meliteli, your people thank you for your gift.

Seeing Vlodimi's excitement, Victor was also happy for him, took out a set of noble robes and bath towels and put them next to him, asking him to dry his body and put them on quickly.

"There are a few things I want to make clear to you first. Although there is no difference between theory and reality, you can't make a woman pregnant in reality."

"This is a good thing!" Concise and clear, Vlodimi put on his pants without raising his head, obviously not caring about this defect at all.

Victor nodded and continued, "Secondly, you can't commit crimes. If the artificial body is splashed with blood, the use time will be greatly shortened."

Putting on the outer robe, the hand that tightened the belt paused for a moment, he still didn't care, "No problem, it's rare to have twelve hours of revelry, I don't want to waste it on fighting and killing!"

In a blink of an eye, Vlodimi was dressed neatly, and Victor, who had finished explaining, threw him a bag of full gold coins.

"The white horse in front of the cemetery is mine, you can ride it away and enjoy your twelve hours."

"Thank you, friend! I won't forget you!" Vlodimi, who was drunk today, said and led the way out of the tomb.

Not bothered to restore the site, Victor followed directly into the terracotta.

If it was to make the artificial body of a beautiful girl today, it would be fine, the tools would have some recycling value, but the giant cauldron that had soaked a naked man, especially a guy like Vlodimi, made people completely uninterested in reusing it.

...

After a while,

The morning sun covered the cemetery, and the wild flowers swayed in the wind.

Standing outside the iron gate of the cemetery, watching Vlodimir Everec galloping away like a wild dog in heat, Shani and Victor smiled at each other.

"It's incredible! Although I was mentally prepared, seeing him really walk out of it and ride away on his horse in a swagger still shook my outlook on life..."

"Get used to it. Belief determines success or failure, and believing that you can do it is as important as strength."

"Sounds like the slogan of those success courses?"

"At least in the field of incredible alchemy, it is true."

Shani shook her head and asked in a low voice, "Can that artificial body really be used for twelve hours?"

"Of course, there is no problem with normal use, the quality of alchemy is rock solid!"

"It will shorten the use time when it touches blood. Is this defect Is there room for improvement? "

"Haha, there was no flaw originally, it was me who added the restriction, otherwise who knows if he would let himself go."

"So you added it on purpose. Wait, what about the 12-hour limit?"

"In fact, of course it's more than that. Even if my skills are not at the pinnacle, if I really go all out, it won't be a problem to use it for a month.

The problem is that there is no need for it.

First of all, I don't have any friendship with Vlodimir, and Ogierd's request is just to let him have a carnival. Besides, his behavior seems normal, but in fact, his soul loss is quite serious, and long-term driving of the artificial body will soon be exhausted. "

The doubt was solved, "I see," the doctor reached out and rubbed the witcher's hair, "Thank you, I learned a lot."

Victor squatted down to make it easier for her to do it, "It's nothing, you are my dear senior. By the way, the flower crown is very beautiful, I didn't expect you have a romantic side, do you want me to help you put it on?"

Just when he and Vlodimi came out, Shani was picking wild flowers to weave a wreath.

She pinched Victor's cheek with her backhand, "Tsk! What do you mean by 'you have a romantic side too?' Otherwise, tell me what I usually look like?"

"I wear a birdman mask on my head, with bandages and medicine bottles all around me, and a layer of blood on my cloak?"

Hearing that he was describing the time when they first met, the senior smiled knowingly, "I don't believe you don't remember a better image..." She shook the wreath in her hand, "This is not what I want to wear, I'm weaving for my friend's wedding."

"Oh! So that's it, is the wedding held today?"

"Yes, I just came out and thought it was today. Speaking of which, will you accompany me? As my male companion."

"Of course, it's my honor."

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