Witcher's Atelier

Hearing the faint sound of unlocking the door downstairs, Angoulin interrupted her task of describing the nightmare to Catherine, opened the door and ran down the stairs, bumping into the young Victor who had just entered the door.

"Is something wrong?"

"See if you're okay."

One asked briefly and the other answered quickly.

"No, what will happen to me?"

"That's good!" After saying that, the girl ran back to the room upstairs in three steps and two steps.

Looking at Angouleme's back, although he didn't know what she was up to and came all the way here without sleeping well just to ask a boring question, Victor was still very happy. The confidence he said in front of Shani was not a lie, but when he returned home and saw the person in person, he felt even more reassured.

Although he was busy until midnight before returning home, it was a pity that he couldn't go to bed yet. After cleaning up the scene at Vizima Cemetery, the boy now had many alchemy materials on his body that needed simple processing.

For example, the bottles of ghoul blood stored in herbal bags must be taken out and stored at low temperature with anticoagulant before being provided to Kalkistan.

Because even the mage's storage space does not have the effect of stopping the passage of time, in order not to expose the specialness of the herbal package, the highest quality, as fresh as freshly squeezed, can only be kept for personal use.

…

The next day, the Hairy Bear Hotel in the morning was different from the hustle and bustle of the night, showing peace and tranquility. Of course, this word did not apply to its owner.

This man, whose face resembled a boxer dog and always seemed to be biting something, reacted when he saw Victor walking to the counter. He poured a glass of milk with a smile on his face and pushed it in front of him.

After finishing the drink in one gulp, Victor put down the cup: "Are you so friendly to every guest? Do you buy a drink first when you come in, or is it because I am an 'Iron Fist'."

"Neither of the two reasons. Even Iron Fist is only free on that night. One Iron Fist is released every week. If it were all free, my store would have closed down long ago.

This glass of milk is for the witcher... apprentice. Don't worry about your identity being exposed. Lansmit told me privately. We can understand that you want to keep your identity as a mercenary.

Thank you for dealing with the giant thorn demon trees in the swamp forest. It was a great help. If you hadn't dealt with them, I don't know how many people would have died. "

The boy made a surprised expression, exaggerated to the point of deformation. "Wow, is there no privacy in the temple area? I handed in the task the evening before yesterday and just withdrew the bounty from the bank. You already know about it."

“I found out the day before yesterday because business has deteriorated significantly.

Originally, the magic tree group was active at night, so the loggers would stop working in the evening to avoid being eaten while walking at night. But when you solve the monster, the bankers will naturally ask them to work overtime, saying that they must make up for the losses in the past period.

Be careful, there are already several beefy lumberjacks yelling drunkenly to teach you a lesson. "

"You have the wrong person! Shouldn't you go to the banker?"

"That's right. If you hit the bankers, they will lose their jobs. But if you hit you, you won't have this problem."

"I believe they are just joking. That's not what they said when the manager took me to visit the logging area. They all said things like: labor is happiness, cutting down trees makes me happy...etc."

"Hahaha, the new mercenary who doesn't want to cause trouble is just an illusion. Your true face is your sharp mouth and sharp tongue?

Just be careful, of course they won't do anything when they're sober, but it's hard to predict what crazy things a drunk person can do. "

The boss said as he poured another cup of "Vegima Champion" and put it in front of Victor.

"Would you also want to hit me? Veteran of the Battle of Brenner, because I caused your business to deteriorate."

"Don't say such silly things. Summer will pass soon and the plague will gradually calm down. After the curfew is lifted, Vizima will still be Vizima, one of the most prosperous cities in the North that never sleeps."

At this point, Griffilin was accustomed to leaning against the wine cabinet and crossing his arms.

“I don’t worry about business, there will never be a shortage of assholes in the world who get drunk and get on horses.

So let’s get down to business, old-fashioned Iron Fist and Devilthorn Killer, you didn’t come to my shabby tavern early in the morning just to show off the four hundred and fifty Orens you just got to old Griffith, right? "

"Damn it! Am I the only one who thinks people should keep secrets? Or does the whole world already know that Victor's pockets are full of Oren? No wonder the lady across the door kept waving at me just now."

"Bang!" The witcher apprentice slapped the bag of gold coins he had just received on the bar: "Unfortunately, I really just came to chat with you, boss, to establish a relationship. The person I really want to see for something is Lance. Mitt.”

Chewing his chin, Grifilin replied gruffly: "Don't worry about the secret of your wallet. Women who are 'hungering for thighs' wave to every man passing by. And you don't need to come here if you want to find Lansmit, I don’t belong to the Gongyang Gang, I was just helping with introductions that day.”

"I know, it's just that it's too early at this point, and I feel it would be more polite to visit later."

"To be polite and to kill time, I suggest you go to the opposite side and take a good bath. I can smell the faint smell of corpse on your body from here."

…

Several old three-story houses made of brick and wood stand in a remote corner on the west side of the temple area.

"It's the house in front with a guard at the door. Go there by yourself!" The person who spoke had a low voice. He was rough and dark-skinned, but his face showed that he was just an adult.

Leading the witcher apprentice to the Lansmit base, this member of the Ram Gang was called "Black Dog". Victor met him at the door when he left "Desiring Thighs" after washing his feet.

"Thank you for leading the way, Black Dog." After smiling and putting five Orens into the other's hand as a tip, the boy parted with him.

At this time, Victor never expected that this moment would become a farewell forever. The boy never saw the living "Black Dog" again, and he actually had another identity, that is, the enemy of the Salamander Gang "Red Dog". The countless grievances between them had to start from the aunt of the neighbor's friend of the cousin of a blue-haired girl who was desiring thighs...

...

When the witcher apprentice walked into the restaurant, Lansmit, the leader of the Ram Gang, was eating lunch. With his mouth full of food, he didn't say anything, but waved his hand to let the bodyguard back off, and then made an invitation gesture to Victor to sit down and eat together.

He was indeed a little hungry, so the boy didn't hesitate to be polite with him. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He first tore half of the roast chicken, which was still relatively intact, and put it on the plate, and then filled his and the other person's glasses with wine.

Finally, he made some room in his mouth, and Lansmit said incoherently: "Did you do this on purpose? You choose to visit others at mealtime, or did my kindness last time give you the illusion that I am very hospitable?"

Victor had just consumed a lot of physical strength, and he tore the roast chicken into pieces of good size and stuffed them into his mouth, "Business, I'm here to talk about business."

"The day before yesterday, I cleaned up the cursed buds, and last night I started to deal with those things in the cemetery. I'm already so busy, what business do you have to discuss with us?"

"Since you know that I just cleaned up the giant thorn demon tree, you must also know that I have a thick wallet now. Some items that are regulated in the market or difficult to get, such as crossbows, or Serricania explosive powder..., I think maybe the Ram Gang can help me, or know where to buy them."

Pausing to eat, Lansmit stared at Victor for a while, and then continued to eat, "What can you give us?"

"More Oren?" The boy took off half of the baguette and tore it into small pieces to eat with thick soup.

"If you want prohibited items, King Foltest is just the basis. You need something other than money to convince me."

"Do you need to buy it to deal with the ghouls in the cemetery?"

"Get rid of harm for the people...!? Then you should go to the Knights, they will give you more than one crossbow."

"Of course I will go to them. The number of ghouls needs to be increased, but the knights really can't solve all my needs."

Victor felt a little dry in the mouth when he said this. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. He continued: "Well, you must know the alchemist Kalkstein in the Temple District. My side job is to collect alchemical materials for him. Maybe the Ram Gang will want some potions."

It may be an illusion. After mentioning Kalkstein's name and potions, Lansmit's bald head became shiny, and the long scar on his face began to smile.

"...Tell me in detail." The boss of the Ram Gang picked up the bottle and refilled the wine for Victor.

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