Witcher's Atelier

In the middle of the night, Lambert noticed something was wrong. Victor's breathing became obviously short and urgent.

He stood up to check and found that the boy's face was pale, his forehead was hot, his teeth were clenched, and his whole body was sweating.

The mark made by the dagger on the bridge of his nose has been closed.

Is it poison? Still a chronic poison! ?

The witcher didn't have time to wonder why a roadside gangster's dagger was coated with slow poison. God knows where they got it from.

And although he was anxious, he was not panicked, because with Victor's personality, he never gave up buying more insurance for himself, and he would always have potions for various purposes around him.

So Lambert shook Victor vigorously until the boy opened his eyes drowsily, "Hey! Victor, you are poisoned. Find the antidote."

Mi Mi Hu Hu woke up, and Victor had a headache that seemed to split open. He knew that he had been careless. He had been in a state of self-pity and self-pity along the way earlier, and he was worried about the unexplained cry of death. He actually ignored the warning feedback from his body. News.

Fortunately, there should be a suitable potion in the bag...he thought. But when he reluctantly put his hand into the herbal bag handed over by Lambert, the sharp pain in his muscles made him unable to concentrate.

Victor's herbal bag is a storage space bound to his own spirit. The stronger his spirit, the greater the capacity.

In his previous healthy state, the storage space would have been about one cubic meter in size; but now he couldn't concentrate, and the storage space was all locked.

After a few seconds of trying, Victor could no longer suppress the increasingly violent dizziness in his head and the severe pain convulsing throughout his body. Lambert watched helplessly as the boy passed out without taking anything out.

…

Angouleme residence in the city of Vergen.

"Is there anything useful in his herbal bag?"

"I've seen it, it's all unmarked unknown liquids and ordinary herbs that can be seen on the roadside."

"It's the plague!! He's the Catriona plague!! Throw him out of the city quickly!!"

"Get out! Stop talking nonsense here. I've seen what the plague looks like. This kid doesn't look like the plague, but a bit like..."

As if the symptoms were getting worse, the body of the young man lying on the bed suddenly jumped up, his spine was bent like a bow in a semi-circle, and painful groans came out of his mouth, but the expression on his face was a strange one with raised eyebrows, clenched teeth, and a forced smile. appearance.

"Lockjaw!" Everyone in the room instantly recognized the symptom. In the recent offensive and defensive battle of Vergen, many people were shot and wounded, and this was what they looked like before they suffered a fatal attack a few days later. "

"The injury was just last night? Then it's still acute. It's so rare to have an attack so quickly. This kid is really unlucky!"

"...This disease is not contagious. He can live here. I will get him some medicine to relieve the spasm. As for life and death, I can only pray to Meritelli."

"Thank you doctor, thank you, Zoltan, thank you, Angouleme."

"Don't worry, the white wolf draws the sword for us, his friends are my friends."

…

A few days later... Angoulême House.

"This kid is really strong. The most dangerous time is over. He will survive."

"Hmm... He's pretty strong, but it's a pity that he looks ordinary and not handsome at all."

"Angouleme, please continue to take care of him."

"No problem, he is Shiri's younger brother, and I take care of him as a matter of course."

…

Time passed, as if rising from the bottom of the water to the surface, his breathing suddenly became smoother, and the severe pain in his muscles also eased. Finally, Victor opened his eyes.

Her eyes are dark brown…. This was the first thing the boy saw when he opened his eyes.

She has bright straw-colored hair and wild, thick eyebrows. This is the second and third.

She stretched out her hand and shook it from side to side in front of the boy's eyes to make sure that he was really awake, and she ran out of the room happily.

Victor looked around with difficulty from the corner of his eye, "This room looks like a cave dwelling. Judging from the furnishings, it is probably in the style of a dwarf. Is this Vergen?

The memory stops at Lambert yelling that he was poisoned, so he was carried into Vergen after being comatose?

…I need the herbal pack now! "

What Lambert saw when he entered the room was Victor barely holding himself up and trying to get out of bed to get something. Also walking through the door with him were a dwarf with a punk hairstyle and a girl who had left and returned.

…

When he opened his eyes again the next day, Victor was sure that his body was really well. Every corner of his body was complaining of pain, but he was relieved.

After getting the herbal package yesterday, he quickly used his clear mind to take out a few bottles of potentially effective potions and drank them. The symptoms that had gradually subsided were finally cured today, and he only needed to recover for a while.

Taking the warm water and white bread from the blond girl, Victor said, "Thank you, Angouleme."

"You're welcome, we are Hanseatic, and we should take care of you!" The girl's loud tone, heroic demeanor, and familiar attitude gave Victor a weird feeling!

If you don't know, just ask, grab the white bread and eat it, "What is Hanseatic? When did I become Hanseatic?"

"Aen Hanse," Lambert opened the door and came in. Apparently he happened to hear the question outside the door, "In the language of Nilfgaard, it refers to a small armed group that relies on friendship."

"Armed group...?" The strange feeling in the boy's heart became more and more intense. He had no memory of Hansa unless he pressed his fingerprints or signed something in a daze while he was ill.

"Hansa is Hansa," the girl shrugged and added, "You can also say 'partners' or 'gangs'."

"......" Although the two of them used very subtle words, Victor understood it in his heart. Liangshanpo or Young and Dangerous in Nilfgaardian is Hansa. But the question is, when did he join?

"Hehehe," Lambert laughed very happily, full of mischievous meaning, "First of all, congratulations on becoming the new member and new leader of White Wolf Hansa. You know, I don't even have the qualifications to join!"

Lambert's smile did not provoke Victor's emotions, but Angouleme next to him was unhappy first, "Hey! Do you, bald uncle, have any opinions about our White Wolf Hansa?" She put her hands on her waist and glared, her brown eyes widened and it was quite scary.

"No, no, no! I have no objection." Lambert stopped smiling, waved his hand and said seriously: "But sorry, young lady, can I talk to him alone for a while? Also, I just have a high forehead."

Glazing at Lambert, Angouleme helped the boy to cushion the backrest, and pulled the quilt to cover his legs before leaving the room.

Then the witcher and the witcher apprentice were left in the room.

In silence, Victor moved his left and right hands alternately, tapping his arms lightly, "...How many days did I lose consciousness?"

Lambert put on a serious expression, pulled a chair and sat next to the bed, "Seven days."

Victor exhaled, "Okay! It seems that I missed a lot of things. Where do we start?"

"Let's start from when you fainted!"

When I sent this chapter, I was in the airport waiting room, preparing to fly to Xiamen. Although the end of the year is approaching, it is still too early to wish you a happy new year, so I will leave it for the next chapter. Thank you all for your recommendation support and message encouragement.