Witcher's Atelier

As summer gradually leaves and autumn slowly approaches, the dark clouds hanging over Vizima, the Catriona Plague, slowly recede as the temperature drops.

"In the blink of an eye, the Phantom Troupe has spent a peaceful and peaceful month in this city. However, the two of them never imagined that this was the calm before the storm. Their magnificent adventure up the mountains and into the sea was about to begin... "

"...No one will think you are mute if you don't speak, and I have warned you not to always say some inexplicable asides when I am not paying attention." Victor, who was speaking, was waving a stirring stick in front of the cauldron, stirring for The handsome Foltest on the gold coin undergoes plastic surgery.

Angoulin jumped up from the couch and shouted: "But it's so boring. Nothing happened this month. You see it's already afternoon now, and another boring day is about to pass."

"Tell me what's not good about a peaceful life, or you will feel happy only if I deduct all your pocket money and let you go out to make a living." After being slapped like this by Victor, Angouleme fell back dying. Daybed.

Seeing her look like this, Victor was angry and funny, "Forget it, what are the names of Griffilin and his comrades... Brothers, brother team, aren't they holding an underground boxing match recently? Let you go Come and watch the fun at night, you are allowed to bet and gamble within one hundred orons, so go and have fun.”

Seeing Angoulan jumping out of the house happily, Victor never imagined that his peaceful life in Vizima would come to an end.

…

Different from ordinary witchers, he Victor. Corleone isn't short of money, so he won't be bothered by the lack of monster hunting.

Practicing swords, alchemy, and studying, he lived a peaceful and happy life during the past period, just like in Vergen. He made many friends, some of whom even had completely opposite positions, such as Siegfried and Yaiwen, but he I have the best of both worlds, hanging out at the Hairy Bear Bar in my spare time, and occasionally resting opposite the Hairy Bear.

The friendship with the little sister Shani has also deepened. Recently, she will come to the house as a guest at least two days a week. As the number of times he meets her when he is sent home increases, Victor begins to dislike her landlady who always uses anti-theft tactics. He looked at himself with his eyes.

Although Shani said she had no ill intentions, after learning about the old woman's belief that she was a follower of the prophet Lebioda, the young man quickly obtained a book of Lebioda's sayings and asked the doctor to pass it on, and then he became the landlady. A good boy with a gentle and kind mouth.

For this matter, the young lady kissed Victor on the cheek, in a purely friendly way, to reward him for his excellent skills in dealing with the landlord. Shani was actually troubled by the landlord's friendly verbosity, but it was not convenient to say it directly.

The peaceful life passed very quickly. A month passed in the blink of an eye. Vizima's living environment and comfort level were the best since she came to the world of hunting monsters. If Lambert was here, he would definitely be jumping up and down again now. He kicked the door open and asked Victor if he planned to stay here forever.

But even without Lambert, fate would not allow him to continue to be comfortable.

…

As usual that night, Victor was cooking a healing potion in the underground alchemy room. This batch of potion will be handed over to the Gongyang Gang tomorrow. The quality is stable and "not good", and the shelf life is "not long." The amount given each time "Not much", these "three no's" are the secret to his ability to continue to maintain a good cooperative relationship with the Rams.

Humming a light-hearted tune, La La La Demacia said, "Captain! I have something to tell you." Angoulan, who had just returned from playing, interrupted his interest.

"Oh, my dear Angouleme, why are you looking so serious? Could it be that you violated our agreement and lost more than one hundred oren." Although he was interrupted, Victor was still in a good mood, his face Smiling.

"No...that's the case. I met a friend at Hairy Bear today," Angoulin swallowed his saliva. "He lost his wallet and was almost beaten by the boss because he couldn't pay after drinking. So I paid for him, but he said he didn’t have a place to live, so I took him back and he’s at the door now.”

Victor's brows frowned when he heard this. "Ask yourself, he doesn't think Angoulan has any serious friends. Could it be the people who escaped from the technical academy together? Most of these people have no ability, have a lot of bad habits, and will cause a lot of trouble."

But the young man immediately put away his unhappy expression. "No matter what, they are all friends of Angouleme. Since I have accepted her, I must accept the girl's past, including her possible gangsters. I must first see her before I judge."

The young man then showed a thoughtful expression. "If the situation is really bad, as I have seen in many similar cases before, if a few hundred orens are smashed down, even if the friend cannot be smashed away, there is no problem in smashing the true face."

On the other side, Angoulin has been observing Victor's expression since he finished speaking. After getting along for a long time, the boy's micro-expressions cannot fool the girl, and this time his expression changes are almost clear at a glance.

He was unhappy at first, but now he thought about it. At least there was no problem in meeting the other party first, so she continued to stay quiet and waited for the leader to speak with an honest look.

"叮鮮!" The stirring rod tapped the edge of the cauldron twice. Victor stopped the alchemy, picked up the sunglasses from the rack, came to the rectangular table and sat down with his hands folded: "Okay, since you have brought everyone When I come back, I won’t be so unkind, I’ll have to meet him and call him in.”

Answering, Angouleme went upstairs and opened the door with a smile on his face. When the other party came down, Victor had a very bad impression of him at the first sight of the interview. This guy with a moderate figure and greasy hair and powdered face was even more handsome than many elves, and the whole person exuded a melancholy middle-aged temperament.

Ah, the old father mentality came online, and Victor vaguely felt that he had the urge to draw his sword and chop someone. This was not because he was much more handsome than himself, but because this person looked... not so reliable, a kind of intuition that met the same kind, the cavalry king met Theoden.

Yes, just like Angouleme has a strong intuition about malice, in fact, men often see men very accurately. The man in front of him is obviously the type who spends his time drinking and drinking, eats soft rice with his mouth open, and can't control his crotch.

And the other party actually didn't expect that the leader Angouleme was talking about was actually younger than her. Although the boy behaved generously and wore sunglasses on his face, he didn't look like an adult at all, so even if he was always eloquent, he was a little speechless at the moment.

He sat behind a square table, his sunglasses reflecting the faint firelight, his elbows resting on the table, his fingers folded on his chin, his voice low.

"I'm from Bell Town, east of Zerecania, Victor Corleone - leader of the Phantom Troupe, what's your name?"

"......" The scoundrel hesitated, not knowing whether to use the usual tricks he used to fool people. Shrouded in shadows, the little adult in front of him was obviously not a good person.

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