Witcher's Atelier

The next morning, Victor resumed his intermittent morning jogging habit. He had given himself a day off yesterday because he had a great time drinking with Dandelion.

The so-called hit it off refers to the situation between the apprentice and the poet. The two people naturally get along with each other. When they are drunk, they gossip, tell allusions, share gossip, and talk about kings. In their mouths, there is no one west of the Blue Mountains. An unfunny king.

Dandelion was able to find the point of laughter even in many of the words that Angoulême judged to be weird and unclear. For example, "Please start your performance." With the gesture of arms stretched out and palms upward, the poet called it "a bitter and wonderful satire of this absurd world."

Jogging along the familiar route, the boy noticed that several roadblocks had begun to be dismantled. When the plague gradually became silent as the weather got colder, as the owner of the hairy bear Grifilin said, Vizima is still the same Vizima, in the north One of the busiest cities that never sleeps.

I ran back to the door and heard a voice coming from inside. It was Dandelion's. Out of some common human bad taste, Victor did not open the door immediately, but moved slightly closer to the window to listen.

"I still find it unbelievable. How dare they do that? How can humans be so ungrateful?

Geralt helped them get rid of the water ghosts by the river the day before, and the next day they rushed towards us with swords, hoes, and pitchforks. "This is Dandelion's somewhat exaggerated tone, as if he is talking about the actual situation of "The Massacre of Rivia".

"Yeah, I used to think that the uncle was too soft-hearted, and one day he would suffer a lot for it. Shani, do you know, the guy who stabbed the uncle was kneeling on the ground a second ago, begging the uncle not to kill him.

As a result, as soon as the uncle took the sword away from his neck, the young man with shaggy hair stabbed the uncle in the stomach with a pitchfork. I was so angry that I drew my sword and chopped off his hand. "Angoulan added nonchalantly.

"Dandelion, don't be like this. Geralt doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable all the time. The same goes for Angouleme. Don't mention those details again." Shani persuaded the poet and reprimanded the rogue in a gentle voice.

... After listening for a while, I felt that the topic had come to an end. The moment Victor was about to open the door and go in, a vague feeling suddenly came to his mind. There seemed to be something wrong with the conversation between the three people in the room just now. It was not a serious problem. , just a touch of incongruity.

If I have to give an analogy, it's like looking at a nudist beach from a distance. You may not be able to see everyone's faces clearly, but you will definitely notice the person wearing a bikini.

Then this feeling of incongruity disappeared in a flash, just like a person wearing a bikini taking off the swimsuit. No matter how much you look at it later, you can't find where the bikini was because they look the same.

Shaking his head helplessly, Victor walked into the restaurant, where Shani, Dandelion and Angouleme were enjoying the breakfast specially prepared by Chef Victor before going out for a jog.

Seeing him come in, Angoulin smiled and helped Victor pull out his chair. The young man politely greeted the three people at the dining table and sat down, "Good morning. Sorry, I went out for a morning jog. I came back late. A few of you are here." What topics did we talk about and what interesting things happened?”

Shani glanced at Victor, "I just scolded Dandelion about making children drink. His explanation was that he and you share a musical sympathies, so he couldn't help but drink a few more drinks. Regarding this Do you have anything to add?" After saying that, she picked up a small piece of bacon and put it between two thin lips to chew.

Seeing the doctor's half-smiling expression and the helpless look of the poet avoiding his gaze, the young man felt that he was about to answer the question as he sat down.

But of course, Victor's integrity did not allow him to completely shirk the responsibility, so he nodded: "Yeah, it's been a long time since I met a friend who can resonate with music, so I drank a few more drinks."

"Here you go," Shani picked up the bread and tore it into two pieces, eating one piece by herself and putting the other piece into Victor's soup plate. "I've known you for so long, but I didn't know you could play the lute. When did you start learning?"

This question was asked well. Angouleme's round eyes sparkled with curiosity, because she didn't know the history of the leader's music learning. The first time she knew the leader could play the piano was when she watched the young boy's impromptu performance while Fergen was drinking, and then Together they were kicked out of the tavern by the dwarves.

Mr. Dandelion, Victor's latest confidante, also stopped eating and looked like he was listening attentively. He stretched out his arms and raised his heart: "Come tell your story and start your performance!".

Victor was instantly amused by the poet and laughed out loud. To him, the poet was equivalent to saying to him: "Please start your nonsense!" Of course, the two women could not understand what was so funny about this.

The boy laughed for a while before he stopped. Looking at the expressions of the three of them expecting an answer, Victor tilted his head and thought about how to answer. Then he cleared his throat and decided to tell the truth.

"In my hometown of Bell Town, I felt that I must be a special person since I was a child, but I could never find anything special, so I was thinking that maybe I would have to rely on playing music and singing poetry to make a living in the future. Achieve artistic life.

So I started learning music notation and playing the lute at the age of four. I composed my first piece Two Tigers at the age of five, and in the same year I composed my second and third pieces Little Star and Clay Doll... At the age of six..."

The three of them listened very carefully, because from Victor's narration, they seemed to hear the birth process of a music prodigy. There are many people who are born with confidence, but few can really show their extraordinary talents.

"Until I was nine years old, my grandmother gave me a stirring rod and a cauldron and asked me to try. Then I learned alchemy, proving that I didn't need to rely on playing the piano or singing, I was different from others."

Hearing this, Dandelion shook his head and interrupted, "I don't agree with you. You said that because you learned alchemy, art and poetry are not that important.

This is wrong. There are too many people who know alchemy. Any charlatan can perform a few simple alchemy tricks.

But based on the song "With You" you performed yesterday, the rhythm arrangement is innovative, the melody is melodious, and the tone is rich in emotion. I think... if you continue to move forward in this direction, your name will definitely be engraved in history-as a great musician."

Victor shook his head and said nothing to Dandelion's praise. The musician thing is a joke. The boy has a clear understanding of himself. He is just a great porter.

Those cultural heritages are his most precious memories, which can be regarded as part of his ability. He will not be arrogant or hypocritical to abandon them, but he will not be so shameless as to take them for himself, so that he can't see himself clearly.

Shani said, "It seems that among the four people at this table, I am the only one who has not heard your performance!? Wick, aren't you ashamed of this?"

Facing the majestic gaze of the young lady, the alchemy apprentice made a face: "I am very sorry. I promise you Shani that I will definitely play for you alone if I have the chance."

Angoulême said at the right time, "It's not enough to just play solo. At least I have to compose a new song for my sister Shani!"

The bard immediately clapped his hands in agreement. Taking himself as an example, every time inspiration comes, it is often when he is with the Muse. So since the young man has such a good creative talent, he should use it more while he is young.

Very good, Angouleme, your pocket money for the next year will be declared to be on the daily limit, locking the room for growth, and it is even necessary to review whether it needs to be adjusted down.

Victor nodded with a bright smile: "No problem! I will write a song for Shani." Copying a good song to make friends happy is no big deal.

Dandelion smiled and raised his glass, "At least in my opinion, you are much better as a musician than a witcher."

As soon as he said it, he knew he had said the wrong thing. Not wanting the atmosphere to become depressed again, he quickly explained, "No, that's not what I meant."

The witcher apprentice smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

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