Witcher's Atelier

The alchemy room was very quiet, with only the bubbling sound of the unknown liquid in the cauldron boiling slightly.

Aware of the awkward atmosphere, Angouleme took the initiative to interrupt and ease the atmosphere, "Let me introduce him. His name is 'Dandelion'. He is Uncle Geralt's friend. We have traveled together for a long time. He was also there when Uncle Geralt fell in Rivia..."

Victor didn't care what the girl said afterwards. From the moment he heard the word Dandelion, he stared at the face of the scoundrel in a daze. He didn't worry about making a mistake. The name and the temperament of the person were completely matched. This guy was definitely Dandelion himself. He was really born with a good skin. No wonder he was so merciful.

Although this guy is a damn bastard, if you are his friend, he is a bastard who is brave enough to face danger and is loyal. He is one of the few positive characters in the world of demon hunting who constantly exudes comedian energy. And the poems he wrote, after coming to the wizarding world, I have listened to them more than once, and they are indeed well written.

So the frost on Victor's face thawed, and he waved his hand to signal Angouleme to shut up, took off his sunglasses and walked out from behind the desk, "I'm sorry I'm so rude, it turns out that Dandelion, the greatest poet in the north, has come to visit my humble home. I admire your poetry, please allow me to entertain you as a host." Angouleme's eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened, and she was shocked by Victor's change from arrogant to respectful, because as far as she had seen in the past, his captain had faced countless big men, and he never changed his face when he heard them introduce themselves. Why was he so polite to this lustful, timid, useless guy who could only hum vulgar poems? For Dandelion, it was not surprising that the boy had such a change, and those nobles who pretended to be elegant were all like this. The poet immediately found the rhythm of speaking: "Ah... Respectable Mr. Victor, thank you for taking care of Angouleme. I have experienced wind and frost with her, and walked through rain and snow. We are best friends. I am honored to accept your hospitality."

Because he has played the White Wolf countless times in the game, Victor has some understanding of Geralt's best friends and will be extra tolerant of them.

And Dandelion is almost the comedy in the game. His close relationship with Ciri is there, and this guy is a natural friend no matter what.

I have to remember Zoltan's mistake that time and build a solid friendship step by step.

The boy smiled sincerely and patted the poet's arm, "Come on! I have a few bottles of good wine upstairs, the best 'East of East' red wine in 'Toussaint'. Maybe we can drink while listening to your ballads. To be honest, I also have some knowledge of the lute and have played it at the elf festival.

"Can you play the lute? Oh, wait...Victor, this name...Are you the 'heavenly musician' Victor who made thousands of people cry at the summer festival in the floating harbor forest? "

This title made the boy dumbfounded. Why does it feel like the distortion of the rumor seems to be getting worse and worse with the passage of time? Before, it was just describing the music as "the sound of nature", but now it has spread to people and become "heavenly musicians".

He answered with a little helplessness, "I dare not boast that I am a heavenly musician, but 'with you' is indeed played by me."

Dandelion's face turned ruddy, and he held the boy's hand tightly with both hands: "Oh my God! I heard many elf friends mention your music on the road. Those who have heard it said that they have no regrets in their lives, and even belittled other people as worthless. I didn't expect to see you here. Come on, let's go upstairs and have a good chat. "

After that, the two men went upstairs arm in arm. No one paid attention to Angouleme. She was shocked by the rapid development of the friendship between the two men. Less than ten minutes after meeting, they looked like they were ready to become "spiritual brothers".

God knows not long ago, she still vaguely felt that Victor had the urge to draw his sword and chop Dandelion.

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Now Angouleme suspected that she had the talent of a prophet. She knew that Dandelion, an uncle who was almost forty, was unreliable, but she didn't expect that the young leader who had just turned fifteen could be as unreliable as a poet. After the song "With You" was played, Dandelion After singing another verse of "The Young Lion of Cintra", they really hugged each other with mutual sympathy. At the end of the drinking, the two of them were so drunk that it was horrible to see.

Angouleme had a vague premonition that this horrible scene was even a rehearsal for the next time.

They slept after getting drunk, and drank again after waking up. Fortunately, the next night, a woman who could subdue both of them appeared. Unexpectedly, Angouleme and Victor didn't know that Shani was actually Dandelion's junior schoolmate. They were both graduates of Oxenfurt University.

"Dandelion, you idiot, why did you drag Victor to drink so much! How old is he? "Dr. Shani rebuked her nominal senior without giving him face.

Unfortunately, the poet was completely drunk, and he slumped in the armchair with lifeless eyes, feeling the aftereffects of the alcohol. Shani glared at him fiercely. That was her favorite chair to sit on. She swore that if Dandelion dared to vomit on it later, she would make the poet pay.

After uncorking a bottle of hangover remedy and swallowing it, Victor's eyes recovered a little clarity from the haziness. He reached out and gently pulled the young lady's sleeve, "It's okay, Shani, don't be angry. We had a good time talking about music, so we drank a few more glasses."

Then it was Victor who was stared at by Shani with death. Seeing that look, the young man gasped and immediately shut up and listened to the teachings: "Listen, Wick, you are still a child. I don't care if you drink a small amount normally, but you shouldn't drink so much before your body grows up, even if you are a witcher apprentice! If you want to grow taller, don't squander your healthy body."

Faced with caring rebukes, the young man was as fierce as a tiger landing. Why should I explain to you what I have done all my life, Victor?

Just bow your head and admit your mistakes. A mature soul will not talk back for the sake of face.

Seeing Victor's good attitude of submission, the young lady who took over the scene strongly showed a satisfied smile, and then directed Victor and Angouleme to move Dandelion to the bedroom on the third floor like a dead pig to lie on his side. Not letting him lie on his back or prone is to prevent the poet from choking on his own vomit. Sleeping while drunk is not good for the body.

After settling Dandelion, the group went downstairs. Victor, who was about to send Shani home, found that she had no intention of leaving. "Well... don't you have to go back today?"

"It's my turn to rest at the hospital. I'll sleep with Angouleme tonight. I need to have a good talk with the senior after I get up. I haven't seen you for so long, and you did something so outrageous as to force a child to drink wine as soon as you appeared." Obviously, the young lady was still angry.

Blinking, although he didn't know the real reason why Shani was angry, Victor knew how to avoid the limelight, so he stretched to show his tiredness, and then went back to his room and went to bed.

Thank you for every collection, every recommendation, and every word of encouragement. Thank you to book friends Wang Jubao and 丿zero丶丿 for the reward and encouragement.