Witcher's Atelier

In the evening, the setting sun sets among the rows of buildings, and the sunset shines on the harbor sea where thousands of sails pass.

Novigrad, the Pearl of the North, not only persecutes spellcasters, but its attitude towards non-human races is also becoming increasingly unfriendly.

Just like now, the undisguised malicious looks from all directions poked at Fergus, making the dwarf couldn't help but step on his two short legs and speed up his pace home.

It wasn't until I returned to the Beggar King's territory and set foot on the familiar streets that the feeling of a light on my back gradually disappeared.

But he still didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickly ran back to the "Yuna Arsenal" - the former "Fergus Blacksmith Shop", and then he breathed in peace of mind.

In response to the changes in the external environment, the continued use of the dwarf surname in the store's name brought more trouble than benefits, so it was changed to Yuna's name very early.

"What's going on...You look so nervous? Is someone chasing you?" Seeing the dwarf enter the house, Yuna, the daughter of Skellige, the master craftsman in front of the forge, stopped hammering and spoke in a loud voice The voice asked.

Holding his knees and breathing slowly, the dwarf shook his head, "No one is chasing me, but those dangerous eyes make me feel a lot of pressure. This city is really crazy..."

"You all know that the news is bad, and you go out to meet your friends to drink. If you ask me, you are asking for it." Next to another stove, white smoke was steaming, and the elf master Hartley was putting the blazing sword embryo into the pool. cool down.

Fergus spat angrily, "I'm not afraid of those bastards, I just find them troublesome. Dwarves have nothing to fear!"

"It should be much better in a few days..." The third man in the corner put down the carved jade in his hand and joined the discussion in a subtle accent.

Wrapped in a turban, with a deep black and yellow outline, you can tell at a glance that he comes from a distant foreign country. "I heard people say that the current chaos is due to the death of Hawthorne, one of the four giants, and the collapse of order in the territory he was originally in charge of.

I think that after the other three giants have negotiated a management plan, the situation of vandalism and looting will be alleviated and we will return to the era of inclusiveness. "

"Assam, you think too simply. The rule of Hawthorne II has never been known for order... Anyway, the current situation is very complicated. War, religion, and race are all entangled into a mess. I regret asking you to find him." Come here." Yuna shook her head and sighed.

Assam, the rune craftsman from Ofir, cheerfully ignored the lady's emotion, "Following the guidance of the wind, I came to this country and met you who are sincere and friendly. I believe you are from the mother of the earth." arrange.

Don't apologize for the poor environment in takeout, it's not your fault, in fact it's been quite a pleasure working with skilled craftsmen like you and Hartley here. "

"Tch! Even if your skin is dark, you are still a human being. Of course there is not much pressure." Fergus, who complained softly, put down his bag and turned around to light a bonfire outside the house. However, he accidentally bumped into someone's arms and almost fell to the sky. fall.

The other party is a strong and strong young man.

Looking up, he had a bright smile and four scars on his cheeks.

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I, Wei Han San, am back!

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Looking down from a high place at night, the bonfire symbolizing eternity is dotted with stars in Novigrad, and the flowers everywhere are beautiful.

This day I was in Geldof (a wealthy area). Outside the "Teacher Tony" barber shop, when the young Ms. Sufroniya was about to go home, a shadow suddenly blocked her face.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but if you don't want your face to get hurt, please take a walk with me to the Bize District (slum)."

The person who blocked the road was covered with black cloth, wore old leather armor, and had a sharp weapon on his waist. He looked like an experienced kidnapper.

The only drawback is that his body is not strong enough and his voice is not hoarse and deep.

But this alone was scary enough. The only daughter of the spice merchant suddenly panicked, "What...what's going on? Are you coming to kidnap me? Help! Someone come and save me!"

Putting his hands on his waist, the kidnapper cleared his throat, "Ahem, trembling...a girl with flaxen hair? Hmm...Don't even think about escaping, surrender in front of the prince of thieves!"

Even though they were covered by black masks, the people blocking the road still had fever in their cheeks. The lines written by some idiot were really mind-boggling.

But the girl opposite obviously liked this trick. She folded her arms in fear and shouted, "Oh no, it's the famous Prince of Thieves! It's so scary! Can't anyone save me?"

Uh... He was speechless and had nothing to say. The "Prince of Thieves" felt that he was about to be embarrassed to death here.

Fortunately, at this moment, the voice representing justice sounded.

"stop!!!"

Under the light of the bonfire, a man in pink attire and a crimson mask walked proudly.

The feathers on the brim of his hat swayed slightly, but his voice was majestic and mellow, "Villain, throw away the sword! I won't say it again."

Hearing a familiar voice, "Dandelion? Is that you?" The girl Sufronya ran to the other party excitedly.

The man wearing a crimson mask waved his arm to protect the frightened girl, "Ha! It's me, but the scum in this city call me the Scarlet Avenger!"

I rolled my eyes and thanked the black cloth for my mask... It's great to have you.

Suppressing the surging shame in his heart, the Prince of Thieves stepped back with his hands in front of his body, "No! It can't be the Crimson Avenger!"

"Shut up, bastard, I'm going to make you regret that your mother gave birth to you!" After saying this, Dandelion drew his sword and rushed towards the kidnapper.

With a clang, the Prince of Thieves immediately unsheathed his sword.

Anyway, she knew it well. The prop sword borrowed from the troupe looked silvery, but as long as she didn't use force deliberately, it wouldn't kill anyone even if it was stabbed or cut.

And Dandelion's martial arts... well... it's hard to put into words.

In short, the Crimson Avenger's sword danced like a windmill on the field, and the Prince of Thieves also spun the sword and rushed forward──

An entertaining gladiator show.

"Clang! Swish! Tiger! Crack!" In the blink of an eye for five or six rounds, the sounds of weapons swinging and clashing continued.

The showdown between the Crimson Avenger and the Prince of Thieves was a highly technical fight. From a layman's perspective, it was brilliant, and Sufroniya was elated.

Unfortunately, the good times are always short-lived. After a clash of swords, the Prince of Thieves, who was at a disadvantage in the fight and was in disarray, took the opportunity to distance himself and withdraw from the battle circle.

──The battle is over, it’s time to start talking! ! !

Sure enough, her expression was obscured by a black cloth scarf, and her tone was stiff and stiff, "Ah... you are worthy of being the invincible Crimson Avenger. I am convinced. Please forgive me for my rude offense. Let's just pretend that this incident never happened today." Okay?"

And the one who defeated the Prince of Thieves. The Crimson Avenger stood majestic with one hand on his hip, "Humph, do you know how powerful it is? Then get out! Damn you little thief, this city is protected by me, the Crimson Avenger, so I can't even think of hurting the lovely Sufroniya!"

The daughter of a spice merchant. Suphroniya was in high spirits, stepped forward and hugged Dandelion's arm, "That's right, why don't you leave quickly! The town guard will be here soon!"

Even if you climb, you have to climb the last mile

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the Prince of Thieves bowed humbly and slowly backed away into the depths of darkness.

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The incomprehensible farce finally came to an end, and the Prince of Thieves was in a happy mood and ready to go home, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that someone was observing her.

The other party must be a master!

Eagle Vision starts now!

The blue light representing the friendly party is bright and dazzling.

She looked sideways and saw the leader of the Phantom Troupe. Victor. Corleone was leaning against the bulletin board, smiling and waving.

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