Witcher's Atelier

Scoia'tael-Floating Forest Freedom Camp.

On the third day after humans moved into the camp, Toluviel finally woke up, her consciousness was clear, and her injuries recovered well. She was able to get out of bed and walk around immediately. After hearing the news, Iorveth immediately rushed to her tent.

"Oh! You're here. I heard that the two bastards who beat me are in the camp." In front of the mirror, she wiped her face with a silk scarf, carefully avoiding the swollen blood clots. There was an undisguised expression on Toluvel's face. of anger.

Iorveth sat on the only chair in the tent with dignity, waved his hand to signal the female elf who was originally responsible for taking care of Toluvel to leave first, and then said: "They are my guests now, please. Maintain a minimum of respect.”

"After they beat me like this?"

"I called back...you don't have any side effects."

The female elf sneered: "Ha! Did I hear correctly? You are speaking for humans. Did I really only faint for three days? Are you still the Iorveth I know?"

The elf calmly replied: "Two humans, the female is a fool with no strength. As for the male, not counting his status as a witcher apprentice, just because he was born in Bell Town east of Serikania, he is It has nothing to do with our hatred of humanity.”

Toluviel put two hand swords on her waist: "Bell Town east of Serikania!? Do you really believe this nonsense?"

"Experience, conversation, and subconscious behavior and habits can't be deceived. That boy is definitely not a local monkey. You must know that he takes a bath every day. I have never seen such a neat witcher...apprentice in my life." Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

Somewhat impatiently, she casually put the necklace made of golden birch beads around her neck and said in a bad tone: "Anyway, you handed over my subordinates to his command without asking me. I reserve the right to pursue this matter." ”

Sitting on the chair, Iorveth bowed his head slightly and apologized. "I understand your displeasure, madam, but only the men you have brought with you can correctly identify the herbs. For the speedy recovery of our compatriots, I ask for your forgiveness."

After reaching out and shaking Iorveth's arm twice, Toruviel walked towards the tent exit, the squirrel tail hanging around her waist jumping up and down: "Let's wait until I see what he has done with my herb camp!"

…

Victor's biggest regret about living in the Scoia'tael camp was that Iorveth was only promised to be as safe as at home, but not as comfortable as at home.

In fact, in his opinion, the quality of life of the Scoia'tael can only be described as terrible. The old and dim tents, simple and inferior tools, and natural and rough diet are not even comparable to the original dilapidated Kaer Morhen. Fortunately, it is summer now and the need for warmth is not high.

The alchemist apprentice is not a doctor. When it comes to treating injuries, the way he is good at treating injuries is to wrap them up and drink potions, which requires a variety of herbs and complicated production processes.

He obviously didn't have enough skills, so Iorveth gave him a dozen helpers, who were barely elves who knew a little bit about herbal medicine.

On the first day they got along, Victor suppressed the dissatisfaction of these scumbags with his first-class identification knowledge and outstanding potions. The next day, he selflessly shared the formula and taught adjustments and won the respect of these scumbags.

Then on the third day, when he finished allocating the work for the day, clapped his hands for the elves to leave to perform their duties, and then began to delve into the new formula, his tent was opened, revealing what impressed him so much──Toluviel The swollen blood clot and the smooth high forehead.

…

Invite her to sit across from the low table and make a pot of rose tea as a treat.

Her eyes are very beautiful, and her carved eyebrows make her dark eyes shine like inky jade. With her delicate nose and thin lips, she does not look like the type to be dealt with, Victor thought.

The female elf put her right hand, palm up, in front of her chest to salute, and introduced herself elegantly and calmly: "Toruvel Aip Cecil from the Valley of Flowers."

The young man bowed slightly and returned the greeting, "Victor Corleone from Bell Town, east of Serikania."

She picked up the cup, inhaled the aroma, and sipped slowly. Then he put down the tea cup, stared at the blue eyes with his black eyes, and uttered fragrant words: "Where is the bitch who beat me?"

Raising his eyebrows, Victor suddenly thought that he was not good-looking enough. Then he said: "It was a terrible misunderstanding, and Angoulaine has paid the price, and now she is also Iorveth's guest, and she is as free as the wind."

The implication is that you don't know, and where she goes is none of your business.

In this era, it is a self-evident custom that guests must not harm their hosts, but hosts must protect their guests. And the moral validity of this habit sometimes even overrides the law. Even the most despicable criminals rarely attack the host's house when they are guests.

Toluvel glanced at Victor, not intending to pursue the question, and naturally changed the subject: "Do you know that the people you have been commanding these days are all my subordinates?"

"I know, I have talked with them about many things, including your choice to leave Baihua Valley and come out to teach the outside elves about herbal medicine and farming knowledge."

The temperature of her voice became much warmer, "For this, I want to thank you. I have asked about the condition of the injured, and I have also read the formula you taught me. The effect is unbelievable." Toluvel said.

Victor waved his hand indifferently: "You're welcome, this is just a return to the original owner. It was originally the recipe of your elves, but you lost it."

"You can admit this naturally... You are not a local monkey. Those humans are eager to erase all traces of the elves and declare that everything is the result of their civilization!"

Victor couldn't respond to this sentence. After all, he is also a member of the human race.

As if she noticed the boy's embarrassment, the female elf asked directly: "Do you know what the humans on this land have done to the elves?"

"I know. In fact, many books still have records. Humans have not yet developed to the point of tampering with history. The difficulty is that it is difficult for both elves and humans to interpret these things without a standpoint and prejudice..."

As for Victor, he can understand and even sympathize with the elves in his heart, because what happened to them has also happened on the American continent.

The Indians entertained the civilized immigrants who traveled across the ocean. After the civilized people gained a foothold, they declared the ownership of the land with swords and guns, and enthusiastically helped them to civilize and reduce the population burden. What they did was very barbaric.

In the version of the Demon Hunter world, humans are alien creatures that came from the "Conjunction of the Celestial Spheres". The indigenous elves accepted them, taught them to use magic, and helped them gain a foothold on the continent. Then humans took over the elves' nest and killed them until the civilization was cut off and they were barely surviving.

Hearing the pity in Victor's tone, Toruvir smiled bitterly: "No matter what, I want to thank you - Victor of Bell Town. These potions have helped a lot. My compatriots will have fewer injuries because of this."

"And these healthy elves may shoot my compatriots in the future," Victor ignored Toruvir's expression trying to explain, and continued lightly, "In fact, the best choice for your race is to let go of hatred and hide in a distant place where humans are unwilling to set foot to recuperate.

You have already lost this round of survival competition. More resistance will only shed more blood! Although it may be too late to say it now, because the blood that flowed in the past does not allow you to let it go easily."

The air was silent for a long time, and Toruvir said softly: "Victor Corleone - an outsider east of Serricania, I heard similar statements a long time ago, but I still don't agree with it.

I don't agree with every word you say, so please don't talk to me about giving up hatred anymore."

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