Witcher's Atelier

Banad's Blas has two deep nasolabial folds. He always wears a red wide-brimmed hat with tail feathers and a tight lace tunic. He looks like a respectable man.

However, everyone who knows him knows that he just runs a magic item shop "Rafard's Decoction" in the city that specializes in "cheap and acceptable quality". His business is ordinary and he can barely make ends meet.

Although he is not doing very well now, he was once full of dreams and high spirits. After all, he is also a graduate of Master Ban Ade Academy.

Why did a graduated mage from Banad College become a shop owner? This problem is as simple as some Harvard graduates becoming homeless, and some Harvard dropouts becoming the world's richest man.

However, he felt that he was getting lucky recently. Ten days ago, a young man came to him with a recommendation letter from the dean of the college, hoping to consign items in the store and buy some things by the way.

Of course the letter of recommendation was genuine. No one in Ben'ad dared to joke about it. What surprised him was that this seemingly young alchemist was so powerful.

The potions he makes not only meet the standards of "cheap and of acceptable quality", but the most important thing is that the shipment volume is large enough. I come once a day, and each time I bring at least a dozen erectile pills, plus twenty-four hangover pills.

For an alchemist, product effects and product quantity are usually incompatible, but the quality of his products is very stable. He can be said to be an expert in erection and hangover medicines.

For a city with an active population of more than 30,000 people, half of which are travelers from all over the world, these two medicines are not worried about sales at all, but are in short supply.

The consignment business of these two flagship products alone has already made the profits and reputation of "Rafard's Decoction" skyrocket. Moreover, the young man seems to be very interested in magic items and always likes to use the strange and weird products in the store to offset the purchase price, which makes Brass even more satisfied.

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Getting to know Brass is a spiritual balancing act. At the end of that awkward afternoon in Master Dorregare's mage tower that day, the alchemist apprentice and the witcher hurriedly left the compound.

But before leaving, Victor still asked the Archmage for a letter of recommendation, a letter of recommendation for the local alchemist union.

This letter of recommendation allows the boy to purchase some special materials from the Alchemy Guild, such as venom extract, anesthetics, or Serikania powder also known as explosive powder...etc. More importantly, it allows him to sell alchemy potions openly in this city.

Regarding daily consumption of drugs such as hangover pills and erection pills, he used incredible alchemy to successfully make them at the age of ten.

On the day the medicine was put on the shelves, he used it to gain the title of "Master" recognized by couples over forty years old in the town. Apart from selling pesticides and nutritional supplements in a peaceful village like Bell Town, they could only sell this kind of stuff.

With these two new products alone, his sales share in two months surpassed that of his grandmother in the past year.

"I don't do that nasty medicine!" was his grandmother's statement. So he had no choice but to become the main breadwinner of the family….

In short, Victor is too skilled at making money from these two things. Even if the types of herbs in the two worlds are completely different, it has no effect on him at all. The incredible alchemy does not make sense and points directly to the results.

As long as he chooses effective medicinal materials in the herbal medicine shop, regardless of harmfulness or side effects, or whether he is the ruler or minister, he can cook a large pot for an hour at a time, and he can still stir while reading a book while distracted. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that the effect cannot be too good, and you cannot forget to add impurities.

There is certainly a reason why Victor chose "Rafard's Decoction" as an agent for this kind of cheap good stuff.

Because Brass graduated from the Mage Academy, and his situation proved that entering the Mage Academy does not mean that he is strong. Although the young man will not admit the darkness in his heart, this fact always makes people feel a little relieved.

In short, city life is like a fish in water for Victor. His daily life consists of a single room in a hotel, a large vegetable market, Raffaend's decoction, and a four-hour tour of the library.

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Lambert was feeling a little irritable tonight.

After leaving Dorregaray's mage tower ten days ago, Victor never mentioned his dream again. Instead, he devoted himself to the apothecary industry relying on that letter of recommendation. For this purpose, he even opened a single room to follow. Live separately.

Although the swordsmanship practice between the two in the morning and evening was unbeatable, other than that, he lived a very regular life, which even made people feel that he planned to stay here forever, and there were very few places in the city guarded by the mage that needed a witcher. , he felt like he was getting rusty if things continued like this.

So he kicked open the door of Victor's single room and shouted: "Come and tell old Lambert about your plans! What are your plans? To live here as a seller of aphrodisiacs?"

The scene in the room was normal, Victor was cooking something, but when Lambert got closer, he saw that ducats were actually cooking in the cauldron.

The witcher was a little confused: "Why are you cooking money?"

The young man said calmly: "If you get something dirty, disinfect it."

Lambert twisted his mouth in disgust: "Tsk! What a careless person." Then he pulled up a chair and sat down.

Victor slowly put away the pot and pot, pulled up a chair and sat down, and calmly picked up the milk to drink.

"Tell me about your next plan?" Lambert, who had just been interrupted and recovered, asked again.

"I want to become a witcher..." The white milk spots on his upper lip could not conceal the decisiveness of his tone, leaving no room for doubt.

Lambert was shocked and almost jumped out of his chair.

Because they got along well and because of Victor's talent, he did hope that the boy would become a witcher, but he didn't want Victor to undergo the Green Grass Trial. All the children who were at the same time as him died on the experimental table. ─He is the only one who succeeded.

"...But not now." The boy continued.

Lambert wants to jump up even more now - wants to jump up and hit people, talk and gasp, is it fun?

"Wait until I improve the grass trial to be safer. Don't even think about the current 70% mortality rate." Wiping away the white traces at the corners of his mouth, Victor looked serious.

Lambert touched the stubble on his chin and digested the new information. He felt that it would be much better if the mortality rate could be reduced: "Then what are you doing now? I don't understand what materials are in the library, but I am not an alchemist. For laymen, how much time does it take just to make medicines and sell them every day?

There are also a bunch of magic items brought back, including music boxes, light tubes, black magic doll skeletons, and weird amulets to prevent thieves, fleas, indigestion, and diarrhea. What's the use?

Finally, what is the purpose of spending how many hours a day visiting the vegetable market? "

After hearing the question, Victor looked at Lambert with an expression of kingly contempt: "You don't understand! I went to the vegetable market to collect intelligence. If you don't care about the world, the world will abandon you. The information that can be gleaned from the market is far away." Beyond the deepest imagination in your mind.

For example! Did you know that mages are actually gradually losing their power in the past? "

Lambert shook his head.

“The Sunide Island incident that occurred a year and a half ago proved that some mages were secretly loyal to Nilfgaard in the south. The impact not only caused the warlock brotherhood to fall apart, but also caused the mages to lose the trust of the northern kings.

During the second battle of Aedirn half a year ago, King Henselt even sent his advisor of many years, the arrogant Sabina, to the battlefield. Grievesig was tied to a wheel and burned alive. "

Lambert winked: "I heard Eskar mention this name, and Geralt was used by her."

“It’s only for things like this that you show your excellent memory.

In short, the sorceress's violent temper determined her death sentence - not whether she would be executed, but when.

do you know? When she was serving as the king's advisor, she actually dared to slam the table and tell King Henselt to shut up and let her finish her words first. She was really smart and stupid. "