Witcher's Atelier

When the legendary king of Temeria, Desmond, was still a child asking for more jam on his bread, the "dwarves" were already the backbone of the banking industry.

Since then, several important dwarven banking families - the Giancardi family, the Vivaldi family and the Chianvani family - have continued to expand their services and set up branches in several major cities in the north.

This morning, "Banker Goran Vivaldi" who lives in Vizima first found that his right eyelid was twitching, then a fish he raised turned upside down, and finally his slipper laces broke, all three of which are ominous signs in dwarven tradition.

He considered countless possibilities for this, and even accidentally tore off several strands of his carefully maintained beard. He worried about whether his wife who stayed in Mahakam was seduced by humans or elves, and he also worried about whether the cargo ship carrying dyes to "Novigrad" had problems.

Until a young human who looked like a mercenary and carried a bag of herbs on his shoulder knocked on the door of the house and took out a letter from his clothes and handed it to him, all the bad omens were immediately answered.

Leaving the visitor alone in the luxurious living room, the banker went into the secret room and tore open the envelope with trembling hands. What he saw was indeed the elven cursive handwriting of Yaywen.

"Good day, my dear Mr. Vivaldi, let me humbly report to you that our common cause needs your help again..."

After reading it quickly, Golan put the letter on the candle and burned it. The usually soft chair was so hard today that it made his back ache. He thought for a long time before picking up the pen and using the "common language" to write a reply.

The young man waiting in the living room certainly would not sit on the chair. He stood up and looked around. As expected of a big banker living in the trade zone, this living environment is really good, with pure silver candlesticks, silk tablecloths, and the leopard skin mat in front of the stove is also quite thick.

The murals hanging on the wall are also very interesting. There is "First Landing", which depicts the scene of humans just arriving on this continent by ship. There is "Battle of the Three Hammers", which describes the scene of a civil war among the Mahakam dwarves. As for "Pastoral", it depicts a leisurely harvest scene of a farm.

Then Victor was attracted by the next painting titled "Glory of the King", which depicted the scene of "Pure White" Rafad refusing to accept the crown.

Rafad was a legendary sorcerer and alchemist who used wisdom and power to mediate the long-term discord between the northern kings at that time and ended the "Six Years' War".

But in the end, when people asked the sorcerer to be crowned as the King of Temeria, Rafad refused. This incident was later sung as a noble story, and there are still songs in the market praising his selflessness.

Looking at this exquisite painting and thinking about the deeds of the alchemist predecessor, Victor stopped for a long time, and continued to "It's a noble act worthy of praise, isn't it?" Goran Vivaldi's voice came from behind.

"Do you really think so?" The boy turned around calmly, "Maybe, but no matter what, he eventually accepted the position of royal advisor and became the de facto ruler of Temeria, because the king at that time was mentally retarded."

And Rafad's series of actions also became a model for later spellcasters. They tried to assist "mentally retarded" kings in their maneuvers as advisors, and the tradition of wizards intervening in politics was established.

Golan said with a smile: "It sounds like you don't agree with his approach? I thought a human would admire him."

"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not, I'm just a postman delivering letters." The boy ended the topic indifferently.

What kind of letter did he deliver and what was in it? Victor knew it without peeking.

The content of the correspondence between the Squirrel Party, who were shouting for justice outside the city, and the big bankers of the same non-human race in the city would never be good news such as "the kittens at home gave birth to pups again" or "the aquatic potted plants bloomed".

Yaywen and Golan looked even less like relatives, with a huge height difference and even different breeds.

Anyway, none of this had anything to do with him. The boy considered himself to be just a postman, running errands to deliver a few letters, and reporting to the Scoia'tael for not attacking and letting him walk through the jungle.

Reaching out to take the banker's reply and putting it in the herbal bag, Victor then took two books from the well-stocked decorative bookshelf in the living room, "Basic Principles of Pathological Morphology" and "Forensic Medicine" - an extra gain found when visiting the room, the content is about the pioneering knowledge of anatomy, and the author is Milo van der Beck.

"Please lend me these two books, and I will return them to you when I deliver the next letter." He spoke with a tone that did not consider being rejected.

In fact, Vivaldi did not refuse, but slightly modified the way the books left. He changed it to the price of a full bag of orens and sold the two books to the boy - worthy of being a banker.

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A wolf apprentice with a good reputation and complete master; or a cat apprentice with a notorious school and a dead master. I, Victor, choose to play the latter because the latter is unprofitable.

In addition, before I have the ability to protect myself, I will not let people know that I can be a "beehive" or a "dancing star". Unless I don't want to live a good life, these two killing weapons are completely a way to bring disaster.

During the morning reading time, I recalled what Victor explained to me yesterday, "Catherine, why do you think so much when Wick is younger than me?" The hawk chewed the raw meat, ignoring Angouleme who was being silly again.

“Knock, knock!” There was a knock on the door downstairs, interrupting the girl’s thoughts and making her startled. Since arriving in Vizima, this house has never had any visitors. Thinking of this, the girl immediately put on her sword and then hurried downstairs to open the door…

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Spending a lot of time in the market to buy beef and picky spices, Victor returned home a little later than expected. At the door, he was surprised to hear pleasant female conversations and laughter from behind the door—two female voices.

Pushing the door open with expectation, the boy saw Ms. Shani, whom he had not seen for a long time. Today, she was not wearing the plague doctor’s suit, but a cotton and linen shirt, an ochre high-necked dress, jodhpurs and boots, and a beige waistcoat.

Facing her lake green eyes like a clear spring, Victor’s mouth corners unconsciously rose, and his smile was sunny and bright. Not only did he have the memory of his previous life, but he also had the communication and consolidation. In the end, there was no conflict of interest. She was the person he had met in Vizima with the best impression, no one else.

"Hi! I'm on vacation today and I found that I have nowhere to go, so I just came to visit you. Do you mind if I suddenly disturb you?"

"Of course, I welcome such interruptions no matter how many times."

Putting other things in his hands on the cupboard casually, Victor winked at Angouleme, motioning her to continue to greet the guests, and then walked into the kitchen with the ingredients, "Xiani, stay for lunch at noon! Beef stewed in red wine, believe me, you will like it."

Lock the entrance to the kitchen, the boy lit the stove, put a big pot on and started to boil water, then threw a whole piece of bone-in beef, salt, sugar, and various spices into it, and finally opened a bottle of "East East Red Wine" and poured it all down.

Raising the long-handled soup ladle and inserting it into the pot, the boy was in a good mood. Today he would present the dish "Incredible Beef Stewed in Red Wine" for Miss Xia Ni's visit.

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