Witcher's Atelier

On the lakeside near the slums, they ate grilled fish and drank wine. When they were drunk, they started to brag and tell stories about their martial arts. In this regard, witchers were no different from ordinary men.

The three witchers and one apprentice all had a dazzling array of battle medals on their faces and bodies. There were only one on the bridge of the nose and three on the cheeks. Victor's scar configuration was the most youthful among them.

"Hahaha, this long thing on the chest was made by the front claws of...'Andrego Warrior'. That bastard almost cut me in half. To this day, I still remember that the pattern on its insect shell is black. White spots.

Then? I used the 'Seal of Igni' to burn it until it squeaked... "

"...It was done by a group of 'little mist demons'."

"I have to say that the 'bat-winged demon' moves very quickly and is a ruthless character, but I am more ruthless and faster than it. It gave me this mark, and I disemboweled it."

"What about you...Victor, what's going on with those white marks on your face?"

After the witcher told their story, he naturally wanted to pay attention to his little brother. Although it didn't look like he was seriously injured, he still had to give people a chance to speak. Maybe there was a story worth hearing hidden in the part covered by the leather armor.

The apprentice gently stroked the scars on his cheek: "...it's a human being. The bridge of his nose was scratched by a bandit. I hesitated and didn't nail him directly, but he fought back. As for the three cuts on his cheek, it was a knight who hated all witchers. ”

Hearing the apprentice's answer, perhaps arousing their own thoughts, the air fell into a brief silence, only the crackling of the campfire was left.

After all, in the long life of a witcher, it is impossible not to withstand human attacks──without any doubts, directly express affirmation with a double negative. This is how most humans treat the heroes who opened up their living space.

"Hey hey hey, the most terrifying monster!" Oakes said in a sinister tone, breaking the silence.

"People like to imagine and create monsters, because it can make themselves look less scary." Seret suddenly spoke in a chanting tone. This was the first time he had spoken such a long sentence tonight.

This is a description that all witchers are familiar with. Leisuo took a sip from the bottle and continued in a low voice: "When they are drunk, they will lie, steal, beat their wives, and starve." Kill the old lady, kill the fox trapped in the trap with an ax, or shoot the last unicorn in the world with a random arrow."

Oaks smiled and shook his head from side to side: "They would rather believe that compared to themselves, the 'Mora' that haunts people's houses in the early morning is much scarier. This can make them feel more comfortable and live a better life."

The words spoken by the three witchers in succession were spoken by the late legendary witcher Geralt of Rivia.

"White Wolf" is not a writer, but he has a good friend Dandelion who is a writer. The poet polished what he said and spread it widely in the mainland. This ironic discussion was deeply loved by his colleagues. .

Witcher apprentice Youyou added: "It is said that 'Mora' looks like a pale child and will walk around the village at dawn, bringing death and disease to children.

The amazing thing is that this fantasy creature is so rare that no one has ever actually seen it, not even witchers or mages, but this does not prevent civilians from believing it. "

Serik applauded lightly for the apprentice's appropriate comment, and Oaks laughed.

Lei Sotan shook Victor's arm and said, "Thank you for your additional explanation, but even if you encounter these bad things, don't be disappointed in humans, let alone give up on your mission. There are still some good people who can understand us."

"I'm fine," the young man smiled and shook his head, "I can completely understand these situations. The foolish part of human nature will not change in a thousand years."

"Agree." Serrit agreed with Victor's statement because of his gloomy mentality, while the boy's statement was based on facts.

"Your thoughts are too negative..." Oaks patted his thigh dissatisfiedly and raised the bottle, "Let me tell you an inspirational story. I overheard it last time in Longing for Thigh..."

In this way, the four of them, Serit with a cold face and serious face, Oakes with a cheerful smile, Leisuo with big brother style, and Victor with vitality, drank and communicated until dawn, until it was time to say goodbye.

…

The next morning, outside the Shepherd's Gate, three witchers were preparing to leave Vizima.

"Be careful on the road and live well." Victor said with a yawn.

"If you didn't say this while yawning, it would appear more sincere." Seret said coldly.

The boy yawned again, "I'm not a witcher. It's normal to stay up late drinking and trying to sleep. But do you have to leave in such a hurry?"

"The hunt for the vampire girl didn't happen originally, so we planned to come to your door today to ask you questions and leave the city after we get the results." Oakes was still smiling.

"'Anglin' ​​has a commission for a gliding lizard. Serret and I took it over before. After hearing what Oaks said about its magic, we took a detour to see you first."

Leisuo said, patting the bag, which contained several honeycombs and dancing stars given by Victor. "The result was even more powerful than expected. Your ability to make bombs is really extraordinary. I think you are the right one." The alchemist might be more promising."

After drinking too much last night, three witchers carried their apprentice to the cemetery to watch him perform "Dancing Stars" to burn ghouls. The power of alchemy was unbelievable. Even the master of the wolf sect had to be defeated in person. The Viper School was naturally shocked.

Wanting to make friends, the young man was not stingy and took out a few moisture-proof and shock-proof bombs for them to take away as souvenirs. Anyway, he would not be short of materials until the Gongyang Gang ran out of supplies.

After watching the three of them mount their horses and leave, Victor was about to turn around and return to the city, when Leisuo suddenly turned around on horseback alone, as if he wanted to tell him something.

As the horse approached, Leisuo's granite sculpture's facial features were expressionless, "I remember you said yesterday that you didn't drink the energy soup for body training after leaving Kaermohan?"

The young man nodded: "Yes, it lacks special materials that are only available near Kaermohan."

Lei Suo hummed, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Victor, "The Viper School's energy soup formula may not be as effective as the Wolf School's, but the ingredients are easy to find."

After receiving the note and looking down at it, the witcher apprentice suddenly raised his head when he heard that it was such a great gift.

Lei Suo remained expressionless and said in a calm tone: "Don't be so surprised, this is not a secret recipe. The countries have wandered, and we haven't met an apprentice worthy of training for a long time.

It's a pity that you are not from the cat family, really, it's a pity. "

After saying that, he turned his horse around, joined the other two witchers, and walked away.

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