Witcher's Atelier

Long ago, the deviant mage Cosimo Malaspina concocted a mutation-inducing elixir in his laboratory in Kaer Morhen Tower.

After Cosimo, his student Azuri, a powerful mage famous in history, continued to improve the elixir and used magic to control the process of the mutation stage, successfully creating a large number of witchers.

But at some point after Azulie, the inheritance was broken, and all magical knowledge and power disappeared. Although witchers still have trials of herbs and grasses, they have laboratories, and they know the recipes for elixirs. But they don't have a mage who knows how to control mutations.

As a result, the death rate in the Green Grass Trial has remained high ever since.

Until now, those dusty bottles and jars in the laboratory, those stills and kilns... have taken on new life in the hands of their new owner, Victor.

Fifteen days after the first snow - snowy night

"Look, this bowl is the ground Pleurotus phalloides mushrooms yesterday. It turned into this after adding bear fat and formic acid for one night to ferment. Now let's mash the Anderego embryos into mud, and then pour in the mushrooms we just took out. Mix the mushrooms evenly, blanch the boiled dwarf spirit while it is still hot, filter out the juice, and then chill it for one minute.”

"It's so beautiful, isn't it!" Picking up the "Thunder" that was crystal clear and green after being chilled, Victor handed it to Lambert, who had been waiting for a long time. He deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Drink! Witcher, this is your destiny." Even if no one can understand it, it does not prevent him from playing tricks and enjoying himself.

Ignoring Victor's strange tone, Lambert had gradually become immune to the weird sense of humor from east of Serikania these days.

Drink the thunder potion created by the so-called improved process in one gulp. His face turned pale, his pupils were dilated and bloodshot, his breathing became shallow and his heartbeat accelerated. Adrenaline was secreted rapidly, filling his whole body with strength.

After feeling the feedback of the potion in his body, he excitedly waved his fist: "Damn it! I know I said it yesterday, but I will say it again today, Crown, you kid is really a damn genius! No wonder the old man put the whole thing together. Leave all the laboratories to you."

Victor just smiled, Lambert's foul language was quite touching after he got used to it. In fact, apart from his bad temper, bad mouth, self-righteousness and quarrelsomeness, he is quite easy to get along with, at least Victor doesn't find it difficult.

"The toxicity has been reduced by about a quarter, but the effectiveness has not decreased. Wick, this stuff is really great, maybe you can get a few more bottles for old Lambert?"

"Of course, but including yesterday's blizzard potion, I need a little help, some fresh ingredients... Can you understand?"

"Oh! Mr. Victor, you know, even though it's freezing outside, old Lambert is always willing to serve you." When he said this, he deliberately bent over in an exaggerated manner and acted like a butler to the nobles. of ceremony.

Victor was not polite to him. Like a noble man, he deliberately picked up the note with the tips of his middle and index fingers and handed it to the other party: "Now, here is the list of required materials. Please, Lambert." housekeeper."

It has to be said that there is a fate between people. It makes some people just know each other seem like they have known each other for a long time, while some people have known each other for a long time but are still strangers. The past half month has proved that Victor has a close relationship with the two returning demon hunters.

Yawning, Victor stood up and said, "Okay, it's time to go back to the room and sleep."

"Hey! It's still early! Why don't you do something to open my eyes?" The effect of the potion obviously made Lambert a little too energetic.

Turn off the heat and rinse away any residue from the filter. "No, I need to sleep at least six hours a day. At my age, I should sleep eight hours. You can go and have fun with Eskar yourself."

Lambert was a little unhappy at being rejected, and couldn't help but use his venomous tongue: "Forget it, go to sleep, you little brat who drinks milk every day!"

But this was of no use to Victor. "I drink milk and I feel proud. Warm milk makes me sleep better, grow taller, and have thicker hair."

The key words in Victor's words made Lambert startled, and then he realized that the other party had already walked away when he was being ridiculed.

"Shit, milk really works? Hey! Master of herbal medicine, do you have any other good suggestions besides drinking milk?"

"How about adding half an hour of soft exercise before going to bed."

…

Just two more people gave Kaer Morhen a lot more life. While Victor and Lambert were bickering in the alchemy laboratory, Eskar and Vesemir sat chatting by the fire in the hall.

"Victor, who comes from Bell Town east of Serikania, is really a wonderful young man. I can understand why the master dared to let him hunt alone. Apart from the fact that his body has not yet grown up, his behavioral abilities are completely comparable to those of an adult. "

After adjusting the position of the firewood in the fireplace with a pair of tongs, Eskar sat back on the lounge chair, took a sip of butterbeer, and burped comfortably: "Just the ability to make furniture is no small feat."

Vesemir didn't answer. He couldn't explain that the lounge chair was cooked in a big cauldron in the backyard a few months ago. Watching Victor throw in a bunch of scrap wood, rotten wood, and weeds, stir it, and magically cook it into a beech lounge chair.

That scene really made him sigh that if he lived for a long time, he could see anything.

After that, Victor obviously had a premeditated plan, and he promoted the replacement of old furniture with new ones. In just a few days, the quality of life in the castle went from poor to middle class.

The following life was undoubtedly comfortable, but the furniture that originally belonged to the upper-middle class mansion needed a reason to appear here, so before winter, the two agreed to use "woodworking expert Victor" to explain it.

The place of origin also created a town of Belle east of Zerecania. After being brought here by Ciri, it happened to be the custom that young people must experience several years outside, so there was no rush to go back.

Anyway, in this era, even people from Zerecania are rare, and there is no way to verify it if you go further east.

I vaguely heard the sound of Victor bickering with Lambert and then going upstairs to close the door, and Eskar smiled: "What a likable young man, his talent, ability, and temperament are all top choices, but I still find it hard to imagine why the master trusted him so quickly."

Take out a pipe, put in tobacco, and light it. Vesemir smoked leisurely: "Haha, actually there are only two reasons. The first one you know - it's Ciri.

If he could see her expression when she entrusted Victor to me, Geralt might want to draw his sword and chop Victor, and Lambert would laugh at Ciri. They laughed for a long time. You know, they have only lived together for half a year, but I dare say Ciri is willing to live with Victor until the end of the world. "

Eskal raised his eyebrows: "Love? How old is he!"

"When I brought him here, I should have simply regarded him as my younger brother, but now that we are separated, I don't know. Time will catalyze many things into different forms, such as Victor's height half a year ago and now. "

The snowflakes outside the window are getting bigger, and the cold wind can be heard faintly. Under the responsible defense of the newly replaced window frames and window frames, the hall that used to leak air on all sides is warm like spring this year.

"What about the second reason?"

Vesemir smiled: "That happened on our first day together. After reading the introduction of us on the bookshelf, he said that he respected us..., respected our struggle against monsters. "

Eskal paused with his hand holding the wine glass.

Vesemir continued: "Although he refused to become a formal apprentice, when he said respect, I could feel that he was sincere. "

The fire crackled, and Eskar drank a sip of beer and wiped his mouth.

The fire crackled, and Vesemir squinted his eyes and blew smoke rings.

"Winter will soon be over, what about next spring? Will the master stay here to train with him?"

"No, although he hasn't spoken yet, but I have a feeling that he will leave here next spring."

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