Witcher's Atelier

The principle of making "Moon Dust" is very simple, just add silver wire to the "honeycomb". The difficulty for ordinary wolf school demon hunters is that silver wire is expensive. The difficulty for Victor is that he wants to process the silver wire into silver flakes or even silver dust at the microscopic level.

Theoretically, it is feasible, but it is not known whether the mental power can bear the consumption. However, in any case, when Moon Dust becomes a standing weapon, most monsters that can transform will become the prey of the boy, including the spirits that he dared not think of before, day spirits or night spirits, will shrink and tremble in front of the power of Moon Dust.

In addition, the most important ingredient in the "Green Herb Potion" of the Wolf School is the tongue of the albino vampire, and the vampire can be invisible. Victor already has a premonition that sooner or later he will use Moon Dust to plot against the opponent.

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…Waking up from sleep, the alchemy apprentice spent a whole day in the alchemy room, adding the working time and the sleep time.

The good news is that the first attempt to make silver dust was successful. The bad news is that the consumption of mental power in the final stage made him lose consciousness several times, and he had to drink the "mental enhancement potion" given by Kalkstein to support himself.

It is easy to process silver particles into silver threads, but it is very difficult to make silver dust. After completing the first bag of silver particles, Victor, who was exhausted, did not even have time to clean up and fell dead in the alchemy room.

The whole process was too mentally exhausting, and the blending time was too long.

Reflection after waking up..., the alchemy apprentice decided to make a regular version of moon dust containing silver particles before his mental power grew more. "Trembling Moon Dust" was too labor-intensive.

Putting the semi-finished silver dust into the herbal bag, the boy hit his right shoulder with his left hand and his left shoulder with his right hand, and walked up the stairs alternately from left to right. He was surprised to find that Dandelion was frowning in the living room thinking about writing, and there was "only" half a glass of red wine next to him, which seemed to be a lack of inspiration.

Seeing the apprentice, the poet happily raised his glass and invited him to have a drink.

Considering that the mental energy consumed by the mysterious alchemy and the symptoms of fatigue can be relieved by more than just sleeping, drinking some wine and having a relaxing and pleasant chat is also a good choice. Victor gladly accepted the invitation and suggested that if they wanted to drink, they should go to the tavern to have a good drink.

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It was another pure afternoon at the Hairy Bear Inn. No… it should be considered that they have a little experience, between pure and skilled, that is, the business is good but not yet bustling. After the lifting of the restrictions, the number of people coming out to drink has increased significantly.

He ordered a glass of milk for himself and a glass of Vizima Champion for Dandelion to moisten his mouth. Seeing Dandelion's surprised eyes, the boy explained casually. "I'm still in the growth stage. Drinking more milk can help me grow taller."

Although there was a waitress, the boss Griffin still personally brought the drink to Victor and pointed at Dandelion, "Hey, it turns out that he is really your friend. I was so embarrassed that day. I thought he was here to eat a free meal and tried to stop Angouleme from paying for him."

Victor smiled, "Next time he can't pay for his meal, you can put it on my account."

"I see." Griffin nodded and left.

Raising a beer to toast Victor, the poet drank half a glass in one breath and burped lightly, "You seem to be doing well here?"

Drinking the milk slowly, the boy nodded in approval, "Yes, Angouleme told you. The Phantom Troupe is a successful mercenary group. We have no enemies in the Temple District. But Griffin is so polite mainly for Shani's face."

Then, when a friend meets a friend, a thousand cups are not enough. After drinking the milk to fill their stomachs, Victor and Dandelion went from beer to red wine, from red wine to white wine, and soon became slightly drunk.

"Hey... I have a question that I can't figure out, so I'll just ask you directly. You can obviously play the lute amidst flowers and delicacies, and your lute is recognized by the best poets in the north," the poet patted his chest confidently. "You can also choose alchemy to be respected. Angouleme said that you are a very good alchemy apprentice, and the local guilds have been doing business with you for a long time.

But you are determined to become a witcher, which is the part I can't understand. It makes no sense for a young man. Who would want to live a wanderer life like Geralt, rolling in a pile of monster corpses, covered in mud and emitting a foul smell?"

"Because I want power, power beyond the mundane, unfortunately I can't become a mage, so I choose this path of witcher." Victor answered as a matter of course.

"What I mean is, why do we have to pursue personal power? You see, we live in a city protected by the king and guaranteed by the law. If you want, you can live in Vizima forever. You are not short of money, and it is comfortable to live here. What's wrong with that?"

This time, the boy thought for a while... and then slowly said: "Maybe... it's also because I want to say no, no matter who I face, I can say no, even if the other party is the most powerful person in the world, but when I want to refuse, I can say no loudly."

"It sounds like a lack of security causes you to be hungry for power, but what causes you to be so uneasy that you may be murdered at any time?"

"Did Angouleme mention Thales to you? He taught me a lesson. In this world protected by the king and guaranteed by the law, you still have to add a layer of insurance for yourself at any time," Victor patted his waist, "It's this steel sword."

Dandelion nodded and shook his head, "I know that Thales. When he was taught a lesson by Geralt more than ten years ago, I was there and saw with my own eyes how he tripped himself and cut his face. , crying like a child, I didn’t expect him to become such a person... But then again, who could have imagined it? But he can only be regarded as a strengthening factor. You had already decided before meeting him. Become a witcher, right?"

Being reminded of the memories, the apprentice witcher didn't say anything. He picked up the wine glass and said, "Maybe... it's the voice in my heart. Ever since I left Bell Town and arrived in Kaer Morhen, I have had an urge. We need to practice swordsmanship and improve our personal martial arts..."

Seeing Victor trapped in his own world, looking a little confused, the poet pushed him and woke him up, "Forget it, don't think about it. There are many reasons for what people do. Sometimes I don’t even understand why, but now that you’ve decided, go ahead with determination!”

The young man thought about it. He picked up the wine glass and took another sip. His worries disappeared, and then he heard Dandelion let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong? Why did you sigh suddenly?"

"I just suddenly felt as if I haven't taken a shower for a while." When he said this, the poet smiled like an old driver.

Victor loudly reprimanded: "How can you think like this? If Shani finds out, she will definitely beat you up. After drinking the child, you actually want to take the child to that kind of place."

The bard sneered at the rebuke: "Can you still be considered a child? Don't think I don't know. Since your music is so popular, you must be overwhelmed at night... You can't even get up the next day, right! Maybe! Would you like Shani to know about this?"

You don’t need to think about it to understand that this kind of direct and clumsy threat is a threat to the calm and wise commander of the Phantom Troupe, Victor. How could Corleone be effective!

As if he didn't hear what the poet said, the young man stood up leisurely and patted Dandelion on the shoulder generously, "Let's go to the 'Longing Thigh' opposite to take a bath. I'll treat you!"

Thank you for every collection, every recommendation, and every word of encouragement. Thanks to the book friends who don’t tremble or jump, and the novices at the end of the century for their rewards and encouragement.