Witcher's Atelier

When the winter snow closed the mountains, Victor once wanted to consult the "younger" two witchers about the changes in the outside world and the situation of the international war. In his opinion, these were very important, but he soon became confused. Gave up because the witcher showed no concern for any of this.

For the two Wolf witchers, under Vesemir's words and deeds, they still tried to abide by the neutrality principle that they had for centuries.

They travel around, collect rewards, protect helpless people from monster threats, no more, no less, that's all.

But in Victor's view, it is this principle of neutrality that has made them gradually marginalized in the changing times and reduced to a dying ethnic group. They don't side with anyone, so no one wants to side with them.

While being despised and reviled by the people he protects, he kills demons and slays demons for a meager reward. It is really a noble sentiment, but it is also a painful sentiment. Fortunately, he is not a demon hunter.

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In the blink of an eye, it’s mid-February, and the ice and snow are gradually melting. The snowflakes were blown away by the warm wind blowing from the mountain passes to the south. The witchers also became a little talkative. They talked about the direction they were preparing to travel, and discussed the new monsters they might encounter - ghouls, deer-headed spirits, bat-winged demons, werewolves, basilisk...etc.

Then, in March, they left, and Kaer Morhen locked its doors.

The door lock can be called a medieval version of an electronic lock. There is a latch that uses shock waves to charge the crystal across the ditch, and there is a gate at a high place that requires a flame to light the oil lamp. There are more than one mechanism for both of them, and they can each correspond to the seal. "Seal of Alder" and "Seal of Igni" to open.

In other words, people other than witchers or warlocks will be easily blocked from the door, at least Victor himself can't get in on the surface. These magical mechanisms also symbolize Kaer Morhen's past glory.

Even so, Victor still felt very unsafe... If a warlock with evil intentions comes to the door, won't all the precious potion formulas and information be stolen? The witcher’s anti-theft awareness is too bad!

Eskar added that the complete anti-theft system of Kaer Morhen, plus the "trails" surrounding the fortress, is not only a training facility, but also a natural labyrinth.

Without someone to lead the way or be informed of the path in advance, even a warlock would not be able to easily find the right path.

Victor finally felt at ease, but in the end out of some delusion of persecution, he packed up all the actual results of his improved process and took them away. Only the original data of the Green Grass Trial and some unverified information were left in the alchemy laboratory. Guess what.

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Riding Zhongxian left the Kaer Morhen Mountains and arrived at the campsite where the Gwenrich River merged with the Buina River, where the witchers were about to go their separate ways to the southwest.

Vesemir and Eskar are heading west through the Kestrel Mountains to the Kingdom of Redania, where they heard there is a basilisk.

And Victor is planning to go south through Adkale, the capital of the Kingdom of Kaedwen, and head to Ban Aad City to visit the famous Mage Academy on the mainland.

He wanted to try if he had a chance to become a mage. Maybe in the game, the witcher was invincible, but in the real world, all the books told Victor that it was true that those who failed to become a mage would eventually become ants.

Even the master of demon hunting, Vesemir, is very afraid of mages and will not go to war with mages unless necessary.

So even though he has never been able to sense the so-called chaotic energy, he still has to try. People always have dreams. Maybe he is actually too talented and that's why he can't sense it - that's what cool books say.

Lambert decided to go with him: "The road to Ben Ad is not that easy, you need someone to give you a ride!"

He also pointed to the Wolf Sect Witcher Badge hanging on his chest, which was motionless at the moment but would vibrate as a warning if there was magical energy or monsters nearby. Like having mage potential.

When you get kicked out by those sons of bitches at Banad College, you're going to need old Lambert to comfort you. "This is really a concluding statement that makes people full of hope upon hearing it.

Originally, Victor planned to refuse his kindness and borrow money to go alone, but Lambert then lost his temper and asked Victor if he looked down on witchers and was afraid of being embarrassed and shameful by walking together, so he was unwilling. Peer.

When the words came to this, Victor had no choice but to give in. After thanking Eskar for the money bag thrown at him, he took out a few bottles of potions specially made with the door closed from the herbal bag slung across his waist, and distributed them to Vesemir and Eskar, and then the four of them temporarily parted ways.

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They were not in a hurry, so Lambert and Victor rode south slowly on horseback, spending an uneventful day until they were at the campsite at night, when Victor used a blow to the head from above. When attacking, Lambert quickly stepped sideways and forward, blocked and launched the attack during the sword exchange.

He moved quickly and accurately, using the thick blade near the hilt to hit Victor's thin blade close to the tip. Under the leverage, Victor's sword was instantly bounced away, and at the same time, the tip of his sword was accurately pointed. On Victor's forehead.

In actual combat, as long as you apply more force, the tip of the sword will pass through your head.

Victor took two steps back, adjusted his breathing, regained his composure and stepped forward to chop again. This time Lambert changed his tactics and used the same upper chop, causing the thick blade of the sword to collide directly. Then he released the hilt of the sword with his left hand, Instantly hold the intersection of the two swords and pull back. At the same time, hold the hilt of the sword with your right hand and push forward, as if turning a wheel in your own direction.

The rotation of the "wheel" forced Victor's arm to twist and unconsciously let go of the hilt, and Lambert easily disarmed Victor.

Then he threw a hook punch with his right hand, hitting the abdomen cleanly and neatly, knocking the stunned boy forward in frustration, kneeling on the ground and retching.

Lambert: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk! You want to fly alone after just two moves, without old Lambert accompanying you? This punch is a small lesson for you, so that you can remember it long, and tell you that you are still far from it, little Wick."

"Woo... uh vomit... woo vomit... we agreed to practice to a certain extent... woo uh vomit... you bastard are too vindictive!" The force of this punch was still restrained, but the hitting position was carefully selected.

The witcher swung the sword habitually to shake off the non-existent blood and sheathed the sword. "Practice should be profound! I did 'point' to the point, but the 'point' was more profound. Vesemir was not profound enough, so I have so many scars on my face! You are not handsome enough, and adding a few more scars will make you even less popular. Understand?"

Panting, relying on Lambert's support from the side, Victor slowly climbed up, tremblingly returned to the campfire and sat down, took out two bottles of potion from the herbal bag and drank them all.

It was a little cold in early spring, and the light of the campfire shone on his face and was warm.

"Thank you! It's really a profound enough learning." Victor's mentality was very stable when he said this. It is a good thing to practice resisting blows appropriately, especially when he has enough medical supplies.

"It's too wasteful. I have control over my strength. I can recover tomorrow without healing."

"It's okay. If you don't drink it, it will go bad in a few days anyway."

Lambert had nothing to say, and the campfire fell into a brief silence.

After a while, Victor got up and saluted Lambert with a sword.

"Um... you... you still want to come!?"

"Yes, when you encounter setbacks, you have to go back and face them as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will be afraid, and fear will not lead to progress."

Lambert suddenly realized: "Oh... so you just drank two bottles of potion..."

Victor: "One bottle treats injuries, and one bottle can relieve pain. Come on, you old bastard, I can fight you all day long!"

"You have guts! Kid, tonight I will beat you so hard that you can't even drink milk before bed!"

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