Witcher's Atelier

After coming out of the "Hairy Bear" pub, there were a few baguettes wrapped in cloth and two portions of prepared raw chicken. Victor was walking back, and Angoulaine was probably already at home waiting to cook for him.

There were not many customers in the tavern in the morning. The boy claimed to be a new mercenary who didn't want to get into trouble. After sitting down and drinking two glasses of wine and an extra five orens, he had a good conversation with the boss "Griffin".

It is said that the gang leader in this area is called "Lansmet", and he has had a lot of friction with the newly emerged Salamander Gang recently.

The girls who provide street trade in the Temple District are all affiliated with Mrs. "Carmen" of the "Longing for Thighs" Technical College. She brought together vulnerable women who were easily bullied when they were scattered, and reached an agreement with Lanmister. , he dispatched his men to protect the personal safety of the girls.

In addition, the boy also saw Jesolo, who was in uniform and should have been on duty, the guard who issued a pass to the brigade under Captain Vincent, looking for a supplier in the corner of the hotel to buy weed powder.

He seemed to be in great demand, and he anxiously finished the purchase and left quickly without noticing Victor. This incident is also worth recording.

Although some information seems of little value at first glance, it can be put to good use at the right time, just like a piece of paper, it can be turned into toilet paper at a critical moment!

Along the way, he escaped several attacks from beggars and temptations, and unknowingly passed by San Lebioda Hospital again. "Victor? Is that you?" A dull and strange voice stopped the young man.

Turning around, I saw a medieval plague doctor. He didn't look like a good person in this attire. I had found him curious just from the description before, but when I saw him in person, the attire was even more impactful.

The person who stopped Victor was wearing a leather black hat with a wide brim, which completely covered his hair and shielded him from any infectious sources that were attached or dripping from high places.

The face is covered with a beak-shaped gas mask, and the pointed beak is filled with medicinal aromatic plants and special spices to filter miasma and reduce the stench of corpses. The eyes are red glass goggles.

He wears a long black tunic extending to his feet, coated with suet, wax and camphor oil to minimize skin exposure, and leather breeches underneath to protect his legs and groin from infection.

Finally, waxed brown leather gloves and a slender thornwood cane were added.

This glance made Victor suddenly realize that the villagers in the suburban tavern had more than just respect for the doctor. Any ordinary person who had seen this outfit would not want to sit near her during meals, no matter how beautiful she was.

"Hi! Shani." Victor responded affirmatively. He didn't know the second person who would wear this outfit.

The length of the thornwood cane separated the two people to prevent infection, "Yeah! It's me. Fortunately, you entered the city smoothly, Victor. I'm sorry, I didn't think about you until later that day that you might need my help..."

Victor smiled brightly: "It's okay, I got the pass soon. Is everything okay in the hospital?"

"Fortunately, the quarantine was implemented in time and the number of infections did not expand, but those who were already infected..."

Seeing the weird beak swaying from side to side, although it was inappropriate to think so, the boy thought it was quite funny. If he got closer, he would be poked.

As if she didn't want to talk more about the plague, "Are you going to eat somewhere with these things now?" Shani took the initiative to change the subject and asked casually, pointing to the bread exposed in Victor's package.

"The house I just bought is in the Temple District, very close to here," Victor said, holding up the package and shaking it. "I'm going to make herb roast chicken for lunch. Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

Upon hearing Victor's invitation, Shani poked her beak forward and pointed to herself with her left hand, "Are you inviting a plague doctor to your home for dinner? Are you sure?" Although the sound quality was severely distorted through the mask, the teasing meaning was clear. Correct.

"Haha, I'm not kidding. I really invite you. I believe you will do a good job of disinfection," the young man added with a smile: "Of course I will too."

"Hoho hoho..." The doctor let out a weird laugh through the mask, "It's really rare. Thank you very much for the invitation, Victor. But I should go back to work now. Let's make another appointment when we have a chance."

Ignoring the doctor's vague rejection, the boy took out a piece of paper, wrote the address and placed it on the ground, "No problem, I'll live here. Come and sit down whenever you have time!"

There are people at home in the morning and evening, and only in the afternoon everyone goes out. The person who opened the door when I was away might be a girl. Her name is Angoulaine, and I have told her about you. "

After speaking, Victor waved his hand and waved goodbye to Dr. Shani.

…

Herb roasted chicken with baguette slices and borscht soup.

After the Phantom Troupe's happy lunch gathering, the youth leader cruelly announced a new life plan, announcing the end of the girl members' free-spirited life and once again entering the time of "learning makes me happy".

From then on, the two of them went for a morning jog every morning to practice swordsmanship. Afterwards, she read at home and designated the reference book "Common Herbal Medicines and Practical Ointments" while the group leader searched and purchased in the city.

During the afternoon exploration outside the city, the two of them acted together, conducting gathering practice or monster hunting, and occasionally special swimming training, depending on the situation.

All in all, while completing the collection mission in Kalkistan, we must also be committed to cultivating all-round, multi-functional high-quality thugs.

After the announcement, Victor left Angouleme behind and let her enjoy the last day of leisure time with a sad face. He went down to the underground alchemy room by himself and began to study the "Analysis of the Effects of Purifiers, Decomposers, and Binding Agents" that Kalkstein paid for the deposit. .

Based on this deposit alone, it is certain that the alchemist's professional knowledge is worth learning, and it is worth spending so much time and traveling thousands of miles to do his task.

…

At night, with his legs crossed, the boy poured bottles of cheap and low-quality wine into a large cauldron, and he was going to do what every time traveler would do - making alcohol.

The conversation with Dr. Xia Ni at noon reminded him that it was time to get some disinfectants, and with his special ability, the balance between the sterilization effect and the difficulty of obtaining it, the alcohol with a concentration of 75% instantly stood out.

Although people in the demon hunting world know that strong liquor can sterilize, they can't make the best ratio. This is certainly not a problem for Victor. He only needs to stir out alcohol with a concentration close to 100%, and then add water according to the amount.

In a blink of an eye, the disinfectant was prepared. This kind of product, which can clearly define the production process in the mind, does not consume much mental energy.

Feeling that there is still energy left, the boy then thought of a previous idea and hesitated a little. Although he thought rationally that the probability of failure was extremely high, he always had to try it out of humanitarianism.

So Victor put on gloves, covered his mouth and nose, took out a tube of blood from the herbal bag and poured it into the cauldron.

This is the blood of a person who survived the Catriona plague. Theoretically, it should contain antibody serum. Maybe we can try to purify it...

He held the long stick and started stirring. In an instant, the boy, whose mental power was drained, fainted.

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