Witcher's Atelier

The murderer was killed, and saw seven innocent lives passing away before his eyes. He exhaled, "Thank you," Victor said, "It would be really troublesome today without you."

"You're welcome, the son of the Valley of Flowers is happy to serve you." The tone of the elf scout's speech was obviously much closer than a few days ago. It should be that he had done some verification work, or Yawen had explained something.

However, in any case, not long after entering the jungle, he appeared in front to lead the way, led the boy to the ambush circle in the open space, and disappeared, allowing Victor to have the final communication with the Ram Gang. This insight is worthy of gratitude.

"One more favor, no matter what the process is, if possible, these bodies... please burn them or bury them deep in the soil in the end." Victor said.

The so-called "no matter what the process is," "process" refers to the action of looting the remains and spoils, which is usually regarded as indecent, shameful, and insulting, but it is also an important source of many materials for the Squirrel Party.

Hearing Victor's request, the scout's expression was a little surprised. "Your kindness to the person who just wanted to kill you is really impressive. I promise you, I will have someone take care of it." He nodded in agreement.

"It has nothing to do with kindness," Victor shook his head and added, "I just don't want ghouls to arise here, and I have enough troubles. The more they disappear, the better."

...

Entering the depths of the forest, at the temporary camp of the Squirrel Party, Victor walked towards the innermost tent accompanied by the elf scout.

Observing casually along the way, the boy found that compared with his counterparts in the floating harbor, their tents were still old and their food was also rough. Interestingly, some tools and a small number of weapons were brand new and sophisticated.

Observation was mutual. The elves active in the camp also cast curious eyes on the Phantom Troupe, which was curiosity rather than malice. Whether it was Victor, Angouleme, or even Catherine on her shoulder, they were all the subjects of whispered discussions.

It seems that they all knew in advance that there would be two guests in the camp, so there would not be any plot where the elves full of hatred jumped out to block the way and slap them in the face, but this also made the boy slightly more alert.

After all, "when you show courtesy to others, you must ask for something."

Soon, several people came to the medium-sized tent where Yawen was. The elf scout opened the door to let the two people in, and then walked a few steps forward to a distance where they could not hear the conversation inside, and kept alert.

Enter the tent and sit down, "Thank you," Victor first bowed to thank the elf leader again: "Thank you for your help today."

The medium-sized and sturdy figure put on the leather armor decorated with bear hair, his cheeks are thin, his brown eyes are narrow, and his long black hair is draped over his shoulders, looking cunning and wise.

The right hand palm is facing up and placed on the chest, "It's just a trivial matter. I am Yawen, the commander of the Swamp Forest Commando." His voice is mellow and suitable for reading aloud.

Opposite, the same medium-sized and sturdy figure is wearing leather armor with iron plates. His cheeks are moist, his blue eyes are clear, and his short golden hair is parted, but he looks ordinary.

Damn it! His appearance was suppressed again. "Wolf-school witcher apprentice, Victor Corleone from Bell Town, east of Zerecania." A slight distraction did not affect the boy's self-introduction.

He waved his hand to introduce the wild girl, "And she is Angouleme Corleone, my most loyal partner. We are currently operating as mercenaries under the name of the Phantom Troupe."

Being introduced as the most loyal partner, Angouleme smiled and nodded to the elf.

Yawen chuckled twice: "Your introduction is too modest, Master Alchemist. After the Summer Festival at the Flotsam, I have heard of the reputation of the bard Victor even in this distant swamp forest."

Hearing what the elf said, although he knew that there must be some exaggeration in the words, the boy still turned his head and glared at the wild girl. If she hadn't been drunk and making a fuss, the bard would not exist at all.

Yawen continued, "In fact, I have admired the master for a long time. It is said that the lute 'Accompany You' on that day moved thousands of people present to the point of losing their voices. Lord Iorveth praised it as 'the sound of nature'."

"......" This made the boy speechless. If he could just attribute it to colloquialism, now it was a blatant flattery.

Alchemy master and the like were just polite words. Victor knew himself. But the master in Yawen's words undoubtedly referred to his part-time job, that is, the bard... So it was because he misunderstood his friendliness that he was actually a poetry lover?

Yawen smiled and said, "If you are willing, I hope to hear you play 'Accompany You' in person. Of course, the audience also includes all the soldiers in our camp."

After speaking, without waiting for Victor to answer, he stood up and took a lute from the shelf and handed it to the boy. The wood was shiny and the sound of the strings was sharp. The lute was a masterpiece among masterpieces.

...

Soon, Victor and Angouleme left the camp of the Squirrel Party.

After playing "With You", the Phantom Troupe and the Forest Commando had a smooth talk. In the future, when they clear the magic tree in the forest, they will not be attacked by the Scoia'tael, and they can also seek help from guides, fire support, etc.

However, when the two were walking on the way back to Vizima, Angouleme could tell that the boy was in a bad mood, and the gloom between his brows was clearly visible.

Unable to help it, she pulled the leader's arm to make him stop, and then leaned against the tree trunk next to her, "Wick, tell me! What are you worried about? Didn't the talk with the Scoia'tael go smoothly?"

Thinking about it, it would be good to talk to the wild girl. Speaking out would help to sort out his thoughts. He crossed his arms, leaned against another tree and said, "The problem is that it went too smoothly. He only asked us to play a song "With You" and then treated us as friends. This is unreasonable!

Even if they have non-human races in Vizima to provide goods, so there is no shortage of healing herbs and healing potions, but knowing that I have alchemy expertise, they did not make any requests. This is not normal!

Yaiwen may really like music, but he doesn't look like a fool. What worries me is that there will be a time in the future when we need to repay this favor."

After listening to the captain's worries, Angouleme raised his hand and caught Catherine from the air, "Tsk! What's there to be entangled about! When the time comes, help if you can, and cheat if you can't. And no matter how much you think, it won't change the facts. We really need their help now."

Think carefully, although the silly girl is silly, her words are rough but her logic is not rough. It is indeed too early to consider this now.

She continued, "Instead of thinking about this, we should think about the Ram Gang. How did we offend them? They are here to kill us today!"

Leaning against the tree trunk, Victor chuckled twice: "Hey... the real enemy wants us to think this way - why does the Ram Gang want to kill us?"

Angoulême looked at the boy with a questioning look.

"It's not the Ram Gang, they were hired to test us," he said, "It's Falvik from Morn, his mercenaries are here."

Angoulême stood up anxiously when he heard this, "Then why don't we leave quickly? Staying here will provoke the Ram Gang on the surface, and they will plot against us in secret!"

Victor leaned against the tree trunk and continued to sneer, "Hey... this is what the enemy wants us to think - leave Vizima as soon as possible.

You have to know that this is the capital of Temeria, and we are not vagrants in the slums, but registered residents who pay taxes and buy houses in the Temple District.

It's the same reason why I didn't let you assassinate Thales. No one in the city dares to act rashly against us, otherwise, as long as it takes a while, the city guards will arrive and send them all to the gallows."

After listening to the leader's explanation, Angoulême nodded as if he understood. "So what do we do now?"

Victor smiled: "Return to Vizima to accept Foltest's protection, and then go talk to the Ram Gang boss at night. I will make a proposal he can't refuse."

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