Witcher's Atelier

In a medieval fantasy world, there is a warm and peaceful town that only exists in fairy tales; there is a small wooden house on the hill near the town, with a well and flower garden in front of the house, and a herb field behind the house. It was in the herb field that the "Kelpie" bit the corner of the boy's clothes.

The boy's name is Victor, who has just turned 12 years old, is five feet tall, and has an ordinary height; blond hair and blue eyes, and an ordinary appearance.

When the "Kelpie" bit the corner of his clothes, he was picking herbs to prepare a recovery potion.

Victor turned his head to look at the Kelpie. It was a black mare with a very symmetrical body, strong muscles, graceful gait, and a shiny mane. It can definitely run like the wind, and it is definitely beautiful only in the fantasy world. And this beautiful creature was gently biting the corner of his clothes, trying to make him follow it.

Victor shook off the remaining dirt on his hands, stood up, followed Kelpie to the door of the cabin, and then saw her, a girl with silver-gray hair, a long sword on her back, ragged clothes, bloodstained, lying face down at the door of her own house.

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After waking up from the nightmare of being captured, Ciri felt something groping her face, which made her open her eyes in panic and struggle directly, and then she saw a young and simple little boy with crystal blue eyes.

The home furnishings in the room, the wooden wall clock, the stone fireplace, the small animal pendants, and the white and laceless sheets all told her that this was definitely not the nightmare place.

He is just a child, she thought, I am safe. This thought instantly made her collapse back to the bed with weakness, and her arm, which was slightly fractured by the heavy blow, felt a dull pain.

He put his warm and dry little hand on her forehead again to make sure she didn't have a fever, then the child picked up the water cup next to him and handed most of the warm water to the thirsty Ciri, watching her sip without any ladylike manner.

She was very young, with thin and thick eyebrows, a pair of large green oval eyes, and a conspicuous scar on her pale skin from under her left eye across most of her cheek.

From her face, it was clear that she was a tough and stubborn little girl. He said, "I'm Victor, a resident of Bell Town. What's your name?"

Looking at his innocent eyes, "...Far...Farga, my name is Farga." Ciri said.

She lied, but in the unfamiliar environment, she didn't dare to say her name.

Victor smiled: "Where's the horse?"

"Kelpie."

Victor nodded: "It doesn't seem to be a big problem. After eating, you can take a nap to feel better. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He pulled a small mobile dining cart to the bedside. On it were fried crispy bacon, soft whole wheat bread, a dish of vegetable soup, which was the part she recognized, and two fried eggs with yolks so big that they were definitely not eggs, and a few fruits she couldn't identify.

Then he got up and left the room, closing the door.

After lifting the quilt, Ciri sat up and found that her upper body was not dressed. Her clean body was only wrapped in a circle of solid bandages. Her lower body was better, but she only had a pair of cotton underpants.

"Don't worry, he's still a child." Ciri thought. As for more problems, they must give way to the hungry appetite.

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The next day, Ciri found that the medicine he had bandaged her wound seemed very effective, and the pain in her arm was significantly relieved, so she put on her clothes and walked out of the room in high spirits. She saw the little carrot head, who was at least nine inches shorter than her, standing on a low stool, stirring the cauldron with a long stirring stick. The cauldron was almost half his height, and the capacity could even be squeezed into the size of a bath.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish this potion. If you're hungry, you can eat first. Anyway, there's no one else at home." He said.

She moved to the dining table with tableware for two people. The table was full of food, but she was lost in her own thoughts.

Alchemy, she was not unfamiliar with this operation. She herself was an expert in alchemy. Although she couldn't drink potions, she thought she was a good student of the many sword oil formulas taught by Uncle Vesemir.

Once in Kaer Morhen, her adoptive father, White Wolf Geralt, would occasionally do this, stirring the cauldron constantly, and finally bottling various colorful potions and medicines.

In a trance, Victor finished his homework and sat in front of her. He raised his hand to signal to start eating, and smiled and said: "Hi, Falja, I'm Victor, an alchemist in Bell Town, I'm 12 years old this year, you can also call me by my nickname Wick."

"You, do you live alone? No one else to take care of you?" Originally thought that the other party was just developing late, Ciri didn't expect that he was actually four years younger than himself, and at this age, it is normal that he rarely lives alone.

"My grandmother used to live with me." When he answered, he lowered his head and drank soup with a spoon, which made his voice sound a little muffled.

Ciri was stunned: "Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention it, don't be sad."

Looking up, Victor's blue eyes were confused at first, and then turned to smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear and made you misunderstand. My grandmother is living a good and healthy life, even too healthy. The reason she is not here is just because she went on an overseas trip with my second grandmother and third aunt."

Ciri was a little embarrassed at first, and then laughed heartily with Victor.

He cut the pancake, picked it up with a fork and put it in his mouth. "Don't worry, I chose not to go on the journey. I am fully capable of taking care of myself. Staying at home allows me to practice alchemy and help my neighbors."

"Don't they worry about you?" Ciri asked with a smile, letting go of some of her guard. The charred bacon was fried just right.

"In fact, I usually take care of them. Their cooking skills are not only disappointing, but they are also experts in messing up the room.

Especially after I learned alchemy, they even gave me the daily work of making wound medicine and selling nutritional supplements..."

Victor was in high spirits and kept talking about the trivialities of rural life, because he liked this little girl, the purest kind of love between people, not the kind of love that wants to commit a crime. He was still a child, without the ability to commit a crime, nor the interest to commit a crime.

Ciri found that she liked listening to him talk, because his words were far away from blood and fire, without pressure, conspiracy, or disgusting coercion.

Inadvertently, Victor comforted Ciri's wounded heart a little.

The neat bookshelves in the cabin were arranged in an orderly manner, the tableware in the spacious dining room was clean and bright, and the morning sun shone through the window on the alchemy cauldron, revealing a tranquil taste of a peaceful life.

The two laughed loudly while talking.

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In the blink of an eye, half a year passed. Ciri unconsciously indulged in the warm life of the small town. The peace and joy here were a version she had never experienced before. There was no war, no disease, and people had no worries about food and clothing and lived in harmony.

After making up a story about a stranded traveler that she herself felt was absurd and full of loopholes, Victor accepted her and shared his cabin with her to live together and let her recover; other villagers in Bell Town also easily accepted her, welcoming the new guest with warm beer and delicious cakes, completely ignoring the many suspicious things about her.

Even the sensitive horse Kelpie was knocked down by the sugar-coated bullets - delicate bean cakes and chopped hay, allowing the nearby children to touch them at will. They loved the beautiful and majestic Kelpie.

Unfortunately, fate did not allow her to live so comfortably...

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