Witcher's Atelier

Time spans generations.

From primitive people competing for territory and food, to the first two invasions of black men, to the current "Third Nilfgaardian War."

Although the starting points or forms of these wars are different, their essence has never changed-it means countless bloodshed and killings!

“War…war never changes….”

It was not yet the opening time in the morning, and when he saw armed soldiers passing by outside the window, the owner of the "Alchemy Hotel" stopped sweeping and muttered dissatisfiedly.

The boss's name is Knight, one of the unsung heroes who came back to win the Battle of Brunner during the Second Nilfgaardian War.

After he was discharged from the army victoriously, he opened a bar in "Osenfurt" and spent his days leisurely.

Although the recent tension caused by the war has increased the number of people in need of relief and the tavern business has become better, the peace-loving Knight is not happy.

War means loss of life! And "death" always reminds him of the Battle of Brenner.

Of the entire squadron that day, less than ten people were left when victory was certain. Only five of them survived the mountain of corpses and blood with their hands and feet intact...

Thinking of this, he held his chest and said, "May Meritelli bless Dr. Van Der Beek and Ms. Shani and keep them safe and healthy forever."

The survivors, who knew that life was precious, agreed to return to their hometowns, lay down their weapons, and live an ordinary life from then on.

Just like what he was doing now, even though it was just cleaning the table and sweeping the floor, it could give him precious peace of mind.

Olivier from the "Kingfisher Inn" in Novigrad, Griffilin from the "Hairy Bear Tavern" in Vizima, Knight recalled the voices and smiles of his companions, and wanted to know how they are doing now?

But at this touching moment, his pet, a native dog named "Gorou", suddenly began to howl and bark.

Immediately, an uninvited guest opened the door, breaking his thoughts and memories.

Damn it!

Since the beginning of the war, there have been more and more of these drunken bastards. They get drunk day and night, and when they are drunk, they lay themselves on horses or any animals that can climb up!

"Sorry sir... we haven't started business yet!" Old Knight straightened up and glared at the other party dissatisfied, "Didn't you see the "Preparing" sign hanging on the door──"

The scolding stopped abruptly, because the person who came in really didn't look like he was here to get drunk. He was a bald man with a beard, his eyes under his thick eyebrows were as clear as a child's, and his mouth was filled with a gentle and friendly smile. He looked like He is an ordinary businessman.

Suddenly it was quiet, and the mournful and barking dog meat hid somewhere.

"Oh, that's very rude, dear Mr. Knight, right? I think I called you right, that's your name! I know it's being prepared, but this is the right time to visit."

Bald head caressing chest in greeting.

Knowing that the other party had more to say, Knight chose to remain silent. He had seen the manners of many nobles, but no one behaved more elegantly than this uninvited guest.

This contrast and some indescribable trembling made him choose to listen to the other person instead of picking up a broom and driving them away.

"My name is Gunter O'Dimm, a wandering vagabond. There was a time when I sold mirrors to make a living, so my friends also called me Glass Boy, or Mirror Master."

"...Okay, I forgive you for coming in uninvited. May I ask Mr. Odim, what do you want?" Knight asked.

Calls himself Mirror Master, or Gaunt. The man from Odim approached with a smile on his face and rubbed his hands, "Ah! Thank you for your reasonableness, Mr. Knight.

The matter is actually very simple. I want to negotiate a deal with you and provide you with a choice. I have a hunch that you will not refuse..."

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Oxenfurt.

It was another quiet night under martial law and curfew.

The bars in the exclusive business district are still bustling with activity.

Among them, the most popular "Alchemy Tavern" is still full of guests tonight, packed with countless men who have excess energy and can't wait to get drunk and get on the horse.

Olgierd. Everrick, who was wearing a well-fitting noble cotton robe with an uninhibited sneer on his handsome face, led his wild boar army men to break in carelessly and blasted out a territory that was enough for them to party.

Then he let them continue to enjoy themselves and carried a bottle of wine to the top floor of the Alchemy Tavern alone.

He came here because he had a date with a witcher named Victor. Corleone's annoying fly invites him here to meet.

He guessed that the other party was probably here to repay him for not being able to complete the task.

After all, it was something from many years ago, and he believed that the rose had withered long ago. This was originally an "impossible mission" to make things difficult for the other party.

He had heard about the fire in Everrick Manor a few days ago. It was said that the main building was completely burned. He was also informed of the death of Alice.

Before he knew it, he had become a widower...

Reason told Olgierd that he should be sad, but he didn't feel much.

The cold "Heart of Stone" is above, no matter what sad things happen, it can't stop him from having doomsday carnival-like happiness every day...

Reaching out to push open the wooden door leading to the balcony, the bright full moon hung high in the sky. The "squeaking" friction was the groan of lack of lubrication in the hinges.

Right in front, an ordinary witcher with four scars on his face is leaning on the railing to enjoy the night view!

Ogierd stroked his chin stubble. The other party's face turned around after hearing the hinge sound. It was the opposite of his handsomeness, but he was still masculine and should be popular with girls.

The evening breeze was cool, and the soft moonlight covered the roof. Noticing that the witcher was fully armed, Ogierd subconsciously frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

Even if the wish was unreasonable, business was business, and everything was in accordance with the contract. The other party had no reason to turn against him... Besides, he was a cursed undead and fearless.

So he smiled and greeted him, "Good night, Mr. Victor, it should have been half a month since we last met... I almost forgot your name."

When Ogierd stared at Victor, Victor was also staring at Ogierd.

The red light of the fire a few days ago seemed to still be reflected in his pupils.

── What a pity, Alice is a good woman!

She really loves the fake Beckham in front of her. This is true love certified by the world and true love certified by the memory rose.

Of course, Victor also knew that this evaluation was influenced by many external factors, first of all, her tragic experience and innocent situation.

But more importantly, her beautiful face completely conforms to his aesthetics.

If Alice's appearance is mediocre today, his sympathy will be cut in half on the spot. If it is worse, his empathy will definitely drop below 70%.

The three views follow the five senses. He is very self-aware. Humans are so vulgar.

But since Alice is very beautiful...

Staring at Ogierd's smiling face, hoping that he can still smile later, Victor shook his head and took out Alice's purple rose from the herbal bag.

The petals are bright and bright, as if you can still see dew on them.

The witcher said in a cold tone, "I am glad to have fulfilled my mission, Mr. Ogierd. This is the item that your wife, Ms. Alice, asked me to bring you. The rose you gave her on the day of separation."

It was like being struck by lightning!

The leader of the Wild Boar Army, the last bloodline of the Everec family, and Alice's husband, was stunned and stared at the purple rose in his hand.

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