Witcher's Atelier

Shortly after finishing breakfast, Dandelion and Angouleme were strolling through the busy market in the trade area. The main purpose of their trip was to buy daily necessities for the poet. He asked with some embarrassment: "Angouleme, it's really hard for me to live like this." Is it okay?”

The girl turned to look at the poet suspiciously, "Huh? What's wrong? That's not what you said the day before yesterday. It was obviously you who lay on the ground and begged me to let you stay temporarily, wasn't it?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I don't remember lying on the ground," Dandelion corrected angrily. "Your ability to speak sarcastically has improved a lot. You must have learned it from Wick."

He adjusted the height of his hat and blew a kiss to the little girl on the roadside: "──The day before yesterday, I spoke casually because I wasn't familiar with him. After getting to know him, I found that there are many ties, but I was worried about disturbing you or spending too much money on my friends. money."

His face was serious: "Although you seem to have a good quality of life, as the proverb says: 'The best way to mess up a friendship is to talk to each other about money.'"

After hearing the poet's statement, the girl replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Victor and I travel to various places. Our main job is to do good things and do the right things. The leader said that we don't expect to make big money from our main job. Because the Phantom Troupe is a mercenary group with a very successful side business, we are not short of money most of the time.

As for taking care of a poet who has lost his wallet and is now penniless, this is not a problem at all. Didn't you say that your name alone is worth thousands of crowns among the upper class nobles? Just give us some of the money when you get it. "

He was so flattered by the second half of Angouleme's words that Dandelion never thought of asking what the Phantom Troupe's side business was, although he would not get the real answer even if he asked.

He pulled up his shirt slightly to make himself appear more respectable, and replied triumphantly: "Yes, I am Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Leitenhof, the most outstanding bard in the north. Dandelion, as long as I walk into a gathering of nobles, they will rush to welcome me."

In this conversation between the complimenter and the person being complimented, there is a small conscious error, that is, the person who compliments others thinks that she is speaking a compliment, but in fact she is telling the truth.

In this era of lack of entertainment, the positioning of well-known bards, composers, singers and writers like Dandelion is somewhat similar to the big stars of later generations. For this reason, he was dragged into the lady's carved lace bed curtain many times, and then was hunted down by the other party's husband.

This is not worthy of sympathy, he has never been able to control his crotch.

In addition, his music and poetry are appreciated by both refined and popular people, and he is respected as a national treasure in the eyes of fans. This is the main reason why he can often turn danger into good fortune and escape from his constant attempts to commit suicide.

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"Senior will not disturb you if he lives over there, right?"

"It doesn't matter. I like the poems he wrote. Letting him live on the third floor is not an intrusion, but makes it more lively and interesting."

The two people who were talking stood at the back door of San Rebioda Hospital. Victor held a large pot in each hand. When Angouleme and Dandelion went to the trade area to buy things, he and Shani kept two pots a week. The supplied disinfectant is sent to the hospital.

After handing the big pot to the hospital staff and saying hello, Shani and Victor strolled through the streets of Temple Street and decided to go to a pub familiar to the boy to have a drink and chat.

"I really don't want to say anything bad about Dandelion, but he has always been a very 'lively' senior. He is good in other places, but his attitude towards love is very 'casual'... You have to be careful, be careful Angouleme sad.

He has many bad habits. For example, when he was in school, he was prohibited from appearing within a three hundred-foot radius of the girls' dormitory because he courted almost every young woman he met. And relying on his handsomeness and tongue, he Often succeed. "

Along the way, Miss Shani spoke earnestly and thoughtfully.

"It's okay. They have traveled together for a long time before. I believe Angouleme has a deep and unique understanding of Dandelion. If you have the opportunity, let her tell you that story. And she likes muscular, great poets. This type of thing doesn’t interest her at all.”

"If you are sure, that's good."

Covering his mouth and yawning, Victor changed the subject: "When I was jogging this morning, I saw that roadblocks were beginning to be removed in many places. The closure of the city seems to be ending soon. Is the hospital..."

Sniffing, Shani replied: "...Yes, I was just about to tell you, that's about it for now. Thank you for supporting the hospital's disinfectant during this time. Those who can survive are all healed, and those who can't are gone. ”

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's okay. Since I chose this path, this is what I should do."

"Will the past be peaceful for a long time this time?"

"I don't know. This year we implemented early prevention measures. Last year, people died until winter."

During the conversation, they walked to the Hairy Bear Hotel. Victor opened the door and let Shani in. It was still daytime, and the appearance of the hotel was still very innocent.

The boss, Griffith Lin, glanced at the witcher apprentice and didn't pay much attention to it. However, when he saw the doctor, he froze in place as if he had been shocked by electricity.

The apprentice and the doctor found a clean table and sat down: "This is the tavern that Angoulin and I often go to. It will be more chaotic at night, and there will be no one there like now during the day."

Just as he was about to order, Griffin brought a glass of milk and a glass of cherry wine. Victor could understand the milk, but he didn't know why he wanted the cherry wine. Could it be that Shani had been here before? Otherwise, why would the boss know her preferences?

The doctor raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at the boss in confusion.

Griffin seemed a little nervous, and his thick arms crossed over his lower abdomen to show his humility of gratitude: "Doctor Shani, the veterans of Brenner salute you."

The smile on the young lady's face suddenly disappeared, and she froze for a moment, then relieved, "That's what I should do." She said.

Griffin bowed again in a humble posture, then kept facing the doctor and slowly stepped back and left.

Victor remained silent throughout the process, judging others by himself. He guessed that maybe Shani needed to calm down. The battlefield first aid in the cold weapon era was unimaginably tragic.

After a long while.

"Red is sewn together with red, yellow with yellow, white with white, just sew it like this, there will be no mistakes." Shani muttered to herself.

"What is that?"

"The Battle of Brunner was my first time to officially participate in medical work. This is the formula my first aid instructor taught me on the battlefield."

After thinking about it, Victor could probably understand that battlefield first aid in the cold weapon era was mostly tailor-made work like this. It was really a simple and clear formula.

"At that time, there were only four of us, but we had to deal with thousands of wounded soldiers. I don't know how we survived."

"They must be very good and great people."

"Yes, but good people don't live long. Not long after the war, Marty was inexplicably assassinated by a madman who thought he was her husband. The instructor and little Aurora fell in the Catriona plague last year. The four people in the field hospital that year, in a blink of an eye, only I am alive..."

The plot development took too fast a turn, and the boy suddenly didn't know what to say and was silent for a while.

"...People are unpredictable." He said.

"Hehe... Let me tell you, the instructor is a 'halfling', but in his eyes, humans or non-humans are the same. He taught me the preciousness of life. His name is Milo Van der Beck." Shani added calmly.

It sounded familiar. Victor felt as if he had seen or heard this name somewhere before. Then he suddenly realized why she was so surprised when she saw the two medical books he brought back from the banker when she came home for the first time.

... Normally, she would not be willing to accept them. Then it was her birthday, the boy thought. When the little sister's birthday came, these two books would be a gift.

Picking up the milk, Victor raised his glass to salute Dr. Shani.

...

After drinking with the little sister in the evening, Victor was hit by a dwarf on his way home. The dwarf apologized and left quickly, but Victor stopped where he was.

Because at the moment of the collision, the dwarf said: "Mr. Corleone, Yawen greets you and hopes to meet you as soon as possible."

Slightly raising his head and closing his eyes, Victor suddenly remembered the expression on his face when he received the letter from the dwarf Goran Vivaldi last time.

Presumably, the look on his face at this moment was as bitter as the banker's at that time. When someone like "Yawen", the commander of the Squirrel Party, came to his door, it must be troublesome, and it would not be small.

Thanks for every collection, every recommendation, and every word of encouragement. Thanks to my friend Xiaobing Chengjiang for his reward and encouragement. I feel like I am running out of energy. I will update at least once a day.