Witcher's Atelier

The cave has a high ceiling, which is a feature of dwarven architecture. Although they are only half the height of humans, their architectural style is exactly the opposite. This can be seen from all the magnificent buildings that exist today, which are either elven ruins or built by dwarves.

The candlelight shone on Lambert's face, half shadow and half bright, "After you fainted, I had no choice but to wait until dawn to cross the river. When I took you into the city, I met Zoltan, the dwarf with a punk head yesterday. Zoltan Ziva."

Hearing this name, Victor showed a strange look on his face, "Did you know him before?"

"No, I don't know him. He recognized my badge and saw me taking you. He came over and said he was Geralt's friend and asked if I needed help?

I said you were Ciri's brother and asked him to find a doctor and a place to live, and you were brought here." At this point, Lambert touched the back of his head, "I only thought of it later. During the Rivia Massacre, he was at the scene with Geralt to fight against the mob. Dandelion mentioned his name when he was narrating, but I didn't say it specifically because I didn't know him."

"Also It's quite a coincidence that I can encounter this."

"Yeah. After I brought you back, I didn't know what the symptoms were at first, until you were bent like a recurved spider, and then even the children knew that it was locked jaw..."

"Lock jaw?"

"Isn't there such a disease in Bell Town? It's an infection caused by trauma. It's very simple before the disease occurs. Spraying strong alcohol on the wound and drinking some bitter decoction can significantly prevent it. After the disease occurs, there is no way to deal with it. You can only rely on your physical fitness to bear it.

And these days you have been sleeping in Angouleme's house, and she is also taking care of you. You should thank her for her care. "

It sounds like tetanus...?

The boy habitually argued with Lambert, "What are you thanking me for? For my love?"

"That's not necessary. She thinks you look ordinary and doesn't have any special feelings for her. If you want to thank me, just join her Hansa."

"Tsk! Okay, let's continue to talk about this White Wolf Hansa?"

"It all starts with her origins. Before, Geralt gathered several companions to help him in order to find Ciri, and this girl was one of them.

According to her, Geralt saved her from the gallows. This kind of life debt is unbreakable, so he is her Hansa leader."

Lambert felt a little dry when he said this, so he took out a small pot of vodka and took a sip, "Then Stygga Castle In the battle, except for her, all the members of the girl-hunting team died in the battle, leaving her alone, so she followed Geralt around for the next few months until he got into trouble in Rivia.

Zoltan saw that she was alone, so he brought her here to live.

Now you appear. For Angouleme, the first successor after the death of the former leader White Wolf is of course Ciri. After they all disappeared, you, as Ciri's recognized brother, naturally took the position and became the Lord of Hansa. "

"So... this organization is just her own imagination? I don't believe Geralt will recognize him as the leader of White Wolf Hansa!" Victor, who was in a clear mind, quickly concluded.

"Tsk tsk, don't reject me so ruthlessly. Just treat it as playing a game with her. This girl is so pitiful. She relies on Hansa for her spiritual support. Anyway, I can't tell you the details. Some of them were analyzed by Zoltan. You can ask her later when you have a chance!"

"When you put it that way, I can fully imagine that they must be small and trivial things, tragedies that make people not want to hear or feel heavy after hearing them." Victor replied unhappily.

"There is indeed one big thing I want to hear," Lambert said apologetically, "I have to leave you temporarily!"

"What's the matter?" Although it was indeed a big thing, Victor's expression was very calm. He knew that Lambert would not say he wanted to leave for no reason. There must be a good reason.

"I have a good friend named Aiden, a witcher of the cat school. We get along very well, and we are as close as brothers. I received a message from him. He seems to be in some trouble. I want to help him."

"The witcher has no fixed place to live. How did he send the message to you? Can I help?"

"You can't help with work. He didn't send the message to me, but left it to me. Just like you have Blas in Banard, I also have some local friends in Vergen."

Victor understood that in this era of poor communication, drifters like witchers who have no fixed place to live naturally have a way to contact each other. Of course, the wolf school witchers also have Kaer Morhen for wintering every year.

Witcher: "I'm sorry I can't stay here to take care of you!"

Victor raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You know, I can actually take care of myself, especially in the city. With Zoltan's help, I will live a very comfortable life. As the saying in Bell Town says: Where there are people, there are aphrodisiacs."

Will the erection decoction be worried about sales? Impossible!

Lambert felt that Victor must be making up proverbs, but he had no evidence. After all, if Kaedwen's saying "A man without money is like a bow without arrows" is considered a proverb, then the proverbs of Bell Town are also okay - they are all truths.

"Then will you continue your journey? Or will you wait for me here?"

"I don't know how long you will be gone. I will set off on my own after I recover and make some money. Don't worry, the rest of the way is water, and there should be no chance of accidents on the boat."

Lambert thought for a few seconds: "Yes, if something can happen on the Pontar River, then you are too unlucky!"

...

The next morning, the young man who walked out of Vergen City finally saw the sun after eight days, and the 10,000-pound iron gate made by dwarves. It was with this incomparable solid city defense that they repelled Kaedwen's powerful army twice. .

"Watching Lambert's back after mounting his horse, Victor suddenly had a strong feeling that this might be the last time he sees Lambert alive!"

"Hey! Don't add random narrations, okay! Do you hate him so much?" Victor, who was watching Lambert, turned to glare at Angouleme in an angry and funny tone.

There was no hint of embarrassment in her bony brown eyes, and she looked back confidently: "I don't like him. He always makes fun of people with all kinds of words, so I just cursed him. It's very reasonable!"

"Why is he laughing at you?"

She said angrily: "The bald man laughed at me because his hair was dry straw, and he also had flat buttocks, flat chestnuts, a thick waist, and short winter melon..."

Victor was helpless. It seemed that Lambert really liked this little girl. "Stop, stop, stop, enough is enough. I admit that it is reasonable for you to curse him. Anyway, he will live a long life. This is my true love." Hunch."

"It's enough if you say it's enough. You can call me around. You saved my life and you are Shili's brother. You are now the leader of my Hanseatic people!" the girl said seriously.

The Hanseatic leader could understand that it was the first time he heard the savior's statement, "You said I saved your life? How do you say this? It must have been the first time we met eight days ago."

I saw the girl taking out an empty bottle. The boy was startled and recognized it - it was actually the bottle specially used by his grandmother. Could it be that it contained, "The healing potion you gave to Ciri! When we were at Styga Castle, my The thigh was stabbed." After saying this, she directly lifted up the hem of her skirt, revealing the completely healed wound at the root of the thigh. Although it was a long time ago, the scar is still there, which shows the depth of the injury. "I was bleeding until I was about to die. , Xili gave me this to drink and saved my life!”

Victor politely turned his eyes away, and at the same time waved his hand to Angouleme to quickly put down her skirt. This was a wild scene, and girls still had to be reserved. Although this wild girl obviously knew everything, she was just lazy and reserved.

His eyes drifted into the distance. Lambert's figure had been hidden by the vegetation, the bright sunshine filled the earth, and the breeze rustled through the forest, blowing in fresh air.

That’s all, just be multiple helpers!

When she took out the bottle, Victor truly felt a wonderful pleasure, which came from his actions affecting the world. With his grandmother's healing potion and his generous gift, a life that was supposed to die now appeared. In front of his own eyes, this is truly a miracle of fate.

"No matter what kind of person she was in the past, since I participated in snatching her back from death, then some shares in her belong to me," Victor couldn't help but think, "My people...my Hansa? "

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