Witcher's Atelier

May 20th evening - Free Camp in Floating Harbor Forest - Victor's private tent

"Ha...ah...mmm," Victor yawned. After finishing the alchemy research in the afternoon, today's material is the "Memory Rose" specially collected by Toruweil, which is said to only grow in a certain elf ruin in the Floating Harbor Forest.

Judging from the name of the material and the remaining records, it can be judged that this is a magical spiritual medium. Unfortunately, there is no formula that can be used, so only a preliminary drug test can be done.

Of course, behind this beautiful name and appearance, there will also be a love story belonging to the elves, and corresponding magical properties, such as they will wither if they are not irrigated with blood or sold to others, and there are dreams that roses will never wither if they are given to loved ones.

Victor put the memory rose into the herbal bag and stretched his body. He was ready to go out to participate in the celebration. The simple meals he had eaten for more than 20 days made him particularly look forward to the barbecue he could eat all day today.

Today is the summer festival of the elves. In simple terms, the content of the festival is to celebrate the arrival of summer. Men and women sing and dance around the bonfire under the starlight, and then choose the person they like to enter the tent to have sex.

If they feel okay when they wake up the next day, they will get married; but there are many cases where they feel that it is not okay after the act, and they immediately leave the tent to look for a second encounter.

And Angouleme, who was detained at the table next to him reading a book all afternoon, saw Victor get up, and happily put down the book and jumped up, whistling happily.

The hawk "Catherine" standing on the perch immediately let out a low whistle, jumped onto the special hawk rest on Angouleme's shoulder, and pecked her hair affectionately. She also reached out and stroked the feathers on his chest in response.

This wild girl ran around while Victor was busy making potions and teaching the formula. After getting familiar with the elf falconer, the "young eagle recognized the master" incident happened inexplicably.

Then she got "Catherine", a beautiful golden harrier. According to the elves, even in their tribe, the probability of a young eagle recognizing its master is extremely low.

To be honest, it is quite handsome to have a spiritual eagle with a sympathetic heart, so Victor ran to try it the next day, but unfortunately no bird wanted to take care of him.

The way they got along well with each other made Victor think darkly whether he should give Angouleme some more beneficial courses.

While thinking... the tent was lifted, and Xilang Isnilan, the chief deputy of the Flying Harbor Squirrel Party, walked in. This handsome young elf bowed to Victor and said, "Master, the celebration is about to begin. Lord Iorveth asked me to invite you over."

Then he thought Victor didn't see it, and secretly blinked at Angouleme.

"Good job! I didn't expect this short and fat girl with hair like dry straw, flat buttocks, flat chest, and thick waist to be so popular..." Victor thought.

"I had overlooked her needs before. I don't know if the contraceptive measures of this era are reliable. I'd better find time to prepare some emergency pills for her!"

...

May 20th night - Floating Harbor Forest Free Camp - Central Square

There were thousands of people, and the summer festival was more lively than the boy had imagined.

The barbecue was fragrant, the drinks were plentiful, the dancing was picturesque, and the passion was fiery. Of course, the latter two had nothing to do with Victor. He was a human and a guest of Iorveth. If he didn't take the initiative to leave, no one would come forward to pull him.

But Angouleme, who smiled foolishly when drunk, blended into the elves and danced freely. She wore a small hat and blended in without any disobedience. It reminded the boy of how she was in the Vergen Tavern. She blended in with the dwarves without any disobedience. No one thought there was anything wrong. This affinity should be considered a talent.

Amidst the laughter and cheers, Iorveth took a glass of wine and sat next to Victor, "Don't you want to go down and dance? This is a free occasion, there are no restrictions, men and women just need to be attracted to each other."

Glancing at Iorveth, Victor half mocked himself and half joked: "It's because just being attracted to each other is enough, so I'm afraid I can't do it!"

The elf raised his glass to Victor's ordinary face: "Have confidence, get drunk and you will be able to do it!"

The boy raised his glass and sneered: "I didn't expect you to have such a frivolous side!"

"Because it's a festival!" Iorveth took a big sip of wine: "The summer festival a long time ago was ten times bigger than this one."

"......" Feeling that this was difficult to respond, Victor drank a sip of cream beer and remained silent.

"Sorry, I made you uncomfortable!"

Realizing his mistake, Iorveth apologized, stood up and clapped his hands twice to attract the attention of the audience, and then said loudly: "It's rare that I'm happy today, I'll play a song to cheer you up!"

Amid the thunderous cheers of the thousand-person square, Iorveth took out the flute from his waist, and then a melodious and loud song sounded.

This song seemed to be familiar to all the elves. With someone leading, they spontaneously linked shoulders and formed a circle to hum softly.

For a long time, in the afterglow of the soul cleansing, Victor, who was immersed in the enjoyment of beautiful music, suddenly felt something was wrong, because he saw Angouleme's face flushed with wine, and his excited eyes were looking at him with shining eyes.

Before he could stop her, he heard Angouleme shouting, "Iorveth's music is great. We are so happy today. Let's ask the bard Victor to play a song for us!"

In Vergen Tavern, he played the lute once or twice when he was in a good mood. Then he would get free drinks that day and be kicked out of the tavern by the male dwarves because he was not allowed to seduce dwarf women.

God knows that he never had that thought for a second, but the dwarves don't know why they firmly believe that all races are coveting their women.

Anyway, the training time will be doubled next time when swimming, Victor thought bitterly, and at the same time reluctantly endured the attention of the whole audience.

Then the applause rang out, and it was Iorveth who led the booing with an ambiguous smile. It was obvious that he found Angouleme's declaration very interesting.

The alchemist master and the witcher apprentice who had known each other for more than 20 days were actually a bard! ? This song must be heard!

…

Taking the lute handed over by Xilang, the boy plucked the strings and tuned them skillfully.

Iorveth's flute performance was undoubtedly an excellent song. Although he didn't understand the lyrics, it did evoke his homesickness.

Reminding him that he was a stranger.

Familiar actions evoked familiar memories. Speaking of being here for more than a year, how are you all in the alchemy world? How are you all on Earth?

Perhaps because he was immersed in his memories, Victor took a long time to prepare, which caused whispers to slowly spread from the square that was originally waiting quietly.

Iorveth frowned. Although he was making a fuss, it was based on Angouleme's claim that Victor could play. He had no intention of embarrassing his guests.

Just as he was about to step forward to help, Victor's fingers brushed down, and the first seven notes made Iorveth stunned in an instant, and at the same time made the square silent.

Seven notes suddenly brought the audience's hearts into his world, where he was going to tell a touching story.

This wonderful beginning did not disappoint people. The gurgling music seemed to be full of hope. It was like a father's warm eyes and a mother's gentle expectations, slowly flowing through everyone's heart.

As the music rose and fell, Iorveth withdrew from the center of the square and climbed up a beech tree branch, because he could feel his eyes gradually moistening, and this scene was not suitable for anyone to see.

Until the end of the song──

"This song is called "With You". I hope everyone can find their ideal partner today." Amid the applause of the audience, Victor's ordinary face was shining brightly at this moment, and then the boy bowed and left the stage gracefully.

In the crowd, Toruweier stared at Victor with bright eyes, shining and frightening.

...

Hiding back in the tent amid countless enthusiastic eyes, the boy was as clear as ice and prepared to go to bed, but he was a little regretful that he had not drunk milk before bed for almost a month. Although the fishy smell of goat milk was acceptable, it did not satisfy him.

After doing the stretching exercises, he fell asleep and slept as soundly as a baby. Until he found that he seemed to be pressed by a ghost, he subconsciously wanted to make a sound for help.

"Shut up!" It was Toruweier who pressed him down. She blew into his ears with a soft voice that she had never made before, which made him feel itchy, and then she blocked Victor's mouth.

Victor suddenly realized in shock that yes, there is a kind of attack where the guest is not protected by the host, that is, the night attack by women on men, which is even regarded as a part of hospitality in some cultural circles.

In other words, let alone that he can't make a sound now, even if he shouts his throat out, no one will come to save him.

Thinking of this, he made the choice that all normal men would make. Since he can't resist, he just obeys...

Unfortunately, the bard Victor's tent did not calm down tonight. More than ten minutes later, Toruweier's scolding broke the silence: "Get out, don't you see anyone is busy? Go outside and line up, one by one in order! Don't young people nowadays know how to abide by the rules?"

By the way, Victor's mouth was still blocked tightly at this time.

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