Witcher's Atelier

Chapter 10 Unicorn and Crowned Silver Eagle



It was evening when we arrived at Ardkalai. As the largest kingdom in the North and the second largest country in the known world after Nilfgaard, the capital of Ardkalai naturally had its corresponding scale and prosperity.

Under the protection of the towering city walls, there are brick houses, stone roads, 28,000 permanent residents, more than twice the floating population, and women - women wearing silk, perfume, and "long hair".

After paying the entrance fee, Lambert took Victor to a tavern called "Lame Nat" in the city, settled the horses, asked for a double room, left his luggage and turned to leave.

His hurried behavior made Victor a little confused, and he couldn't help but call Lambert: "So urgent, do you have something to do?"

Lambert stopped, turned his head and stared at Victor, and after scanning up and down for a few times, he waved his hand to signal Victor to follow, and then they came to a good place with a large bathtub for bathing, and there were service staff to help rub the back, and experience the oldest industry of mankind.

Lambert might have expected to see the boy's shyness, but Victor didn't feel awkward. In this turbulent and precarious era, it was normal to enjoy life while it lasts.

Service staff in big cities at least take a shower every day, so there would not be that kind of "human touch between brothers".

He chose a half-elf service staff, with big wavy blonde hair, a hazy blue eye, slightly pointed ears hidden in her hair, tall figure, fair skin, and a broad mind.

After fully expressing his gratitude for her thoughtful service, Victor did not stay to wait for Lambert to finish, after all, the muscle endurance of a witcher is not comparable to that of an ordinary person.

He went straight back to the tavern where he stayed, sat in the corner and ordered a pork rib roast with taro, a garlic bread and a large pot of hot milk, listening to the noisy conversations of the drinkers around him, trying to analyze some useful information.

The pre-trip assessment made in Kaer Morhen was too naive. Without Lambert's advice and help along the way, the journey would definitely be very difficult. Long-distance travel alone has many tricks for the maintenance of loyalty. Reading thousands of books really cannot replace traveling thousands of miles.

It is not realistic to have important information delivered to the door after eating and drinking. Let's get money first! The source of money has been planned.

Victor walked to the tavern owner: "Excuse me, what is the current exchange rate of crowns to ducats? Do you have some to exchange?"

After confirming the ratio, Victor exchanged three ducats for one crown, walked back to the room and closed the door. He skillfully set up a small pot, heated the fireplace to boil water, counted the remaining sixty ducats in his hand, picked out twenty old coins with blurred unicorn emblems and threw them into the pot.

Then he stared at the exchanged crown for reference - the front was the profile of Radovid V, and the back was the crown and silver eagle of Redania's emblem, and began to stir.

...

At dawn, Lambert did not return, probably because he had worked hard all night. The energetic witcher had stayed in Kaer Morhen all winter, so this level of catharsis was understandable.

Victor, who had enough sleep, did not care and decided to go out for a walk and find a place to exchange the brand new crown in his hand.

It is said that the sanitation of medieval cities was usually not satisfactory, such as excrement, excrement, and excrement... But Ardkalai was built on the basis of the abandoned city of the elves, so it has complete sewer facilities and corresponding beauty.

The crown, the currency commonly used by the northern countries, was smoothly exchanged for ducats. Victor, who had money in his pocket, then bought some common materials such as saltpeter, sulfur, calcium, phosphorus, charcoal, etc. in the market. He did not want to attract any attention, so he did not buy much of each item and bought at scattered stalls.

After putting the alchemy items into the herbal bag across his body, he continued to stroll down the street and bought a few skewers of barbecue to eat while walking. This leisurely feeling lasted until he noticed a barber shop on the side of the road.

Lambert did not return to the tavern until the evening. When he came in, he was covered in unspeakable stench and dirt, and there were blood stains and damage on his armor.

The silver sword wrapped in the cloth when booking a room yesterday was now hung on his back together with the steel sword, and with the gleaming cat eyes, it formed the most conspicuous symbol of the witcher.

"Boss, get a bucket of hot water to my room!" Lambert gave the order and walked upstairs without looking back, not noticing Victor eating dinner in the corner.

And as Lambert's footsteps went away, Victor heard whispers that gradually became louder.

"Monster hunter..."

"...Is that a mutant...?"

"Damn monster..."

"Freak..."

"...A creature that is punished by the gods and contrary to nature."

"The product of evil magic!"

"Devil-like creatures, dirty and corrupt things from hell!"

Continuing to listen, Victor felt that he would not be able to help but get angry, so he put away the lunch basket and went upstairs to his room with food and milk.

Unexpectedly, Victor almost vomited on the spot after taking the first breath in the room. He regretted bringing food up..., how could he eat in this environment. Lambert was taking off his armor and preparing to wash off the dirty blood stains on his body. The smell was really unbearable.

"You bastard, you haven't been seen all day. Did you jump into the cesspool for fun?" Although he knew that he was probably hunting monsters, Victor didn't intend to give a good face to the source of air pollution.

Lambert untied a small bag from his waist, tossed it in his hand, and the sound of gold coins clattering was pleasant. "Easy job. There are a few scavengers in the sewer. They are small in size but have big appetites. They have just caused a few murders.

As soon as I came out in the morning, I was called to the security team. The stingy captain originally wanted to give him only 200, but I raised it to 300. Since then, I have been busy until now."

Victor was not interested in Lambert's naked pigs. He turned sideways and put the food on the table and sat down. "Ducat?"

"Do you still want crowns?" Lambert said sarcastically.

Victor ignored his sarcasm. He asked one more question just to confirm the market. He took out a bottle of potion from the herbal bag, listened to the sound and located it and threw it to Lambert: "Swallow."

Swallow is a healing potion that can only be used by witchers. It has the same formula as other witcher series potions, which are effective but highly toxic.

Catch the bottle and shake it slightly. The orange-red swallow is bright. Lambert: "Good stuff, I'll keep it for now. This wound will be almost healed tomorrow."

"Whatever you want."

After a while, the sound of water splashed, and the stench was not sure whether it was gradually getting used to or diluted by the water. Victor picked up the food and continued to eat.

"I was eating downstairs just now. After you came up, those drinkers..."

"What you said was very unpleasant?"

"Yes."

"I don't care."

After thinking for a while, Victor said again: "Next time there is such a thing, call me. I'm talking about hunting monsters. Maybe I can collect some materials to use."

"Are you sure? The blue face and the expression of wanting to vomit but not being able to vomit when you just stepped into the door are really wonderful." Although it can't be seen, the meanness of the speaker's expression is vivid in front of us.

After drinking the milk, Victor patted his belly: "Stupid! Sooner or later, you will find that alchemy can do everything!"


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