Witcher's Atelier

The receptionist at the city hall did not make things difficult for Victor. He just took the evil ghost ear and paid Oren with disgust.

When accepting the gold coin, Victor carefully observed the pattern on it. The Temeria lily on the reverse was not important. What he wanted to see was the noble and handsome profile of King Foltest.

The main reason why the boy was interested was that there were many gossips about this king. This was a king who could say such stupid things as "It is natural and beautiful for a man to love his sister." Then he would rather bear the pressure of the queen mother and the entire country's nobles than establish a queen, and put "sibling love" into practice.

And he won. Whether in court struggles or battlefield victories, he was an undefeated king. Except for his sister "Temeria's Adda" who died in childbirth and his posthumous daughter "White Adda" who was cursed to become a "vampire demon bird", his life was a process of going from one victory to another.

Putting aside his private life, he is a powerful and qualified king. Compared with the greedy and short-sighted Henselt of Kaedwen, the mediocre Demaevi III of Aedirn, and the young Radovid V of Redania, he is the well-deserved leader of the northern kings. The Temeria he leads is also the main force to stop the invasion of Nilfgaard...

Just as Victor was about to leave, the receptionist unexpectedly called him. "Wait..., hey, stop, don't come closer."

He pinched his nose with disgust, as if looking at garbage and said: "You are a witcher, for your own good, leave this city quickly! There is no room for people like you to survive here."

Victor frowned and was about to ask the reason. The other party waved his hand and said no more, and closed the communication window.

To remove the main source of the stench, the evil ghost ears, Victor actually washed them slightly by the river before entering the city. So he wiped off the nasal congestion ointment on the philtrum, took out the antidote, rubbed his palms to warm it up, and took a deep breath.

After taking a few breaths to confirm that his sense of taste had recovered and that the smell on his body was still within an acceptable range, Victor took a step forward and asked someone for the direction of the Temple of Meliteli.

What the boy didn't know was that not long after he left, a group of heavily armored knights with white rose emblems came to the City Hall.

The leading knight knocked on the communication window and said coldly: "Are there any mutant freaks coming here to claim the bounty today?" He was wearing a red cloak and full armor, except for the face mask. He looked to be in his early thirties, and unfortunately there was a long scar on his face, which should have been quite handsome.

The person working in the City Hall had a blank expression on his face: "Yes, eleven evil ghost ears, respected sir."

"Do you know which direction he went?"

"Not sure, sir, he took the money and left."

...

The poplar tree-lined avenue leads from the gate to the building complex next to the sanctuary. The main temple area is built on the mountain, and there is also a garden and some peripheral buildings here.

Unexpectedly, the Temple of Meliteli was not in the city at all, but was built in the forest outside the city. The scale of this temple could be described as a small castle, and its area was not inferior to that of Kaermohen.

"This is an offering to Meliteli, one hundred and ten orens." Victor handed the bounty, which had not yet warmed up, to the receptionist with both hands. Her eyes were blue, her hair was slightly red, her face was still delicate at the age of about thirty, and there were traces of light freckles on her cheeks.

She accepted the bounty bag, nodded, and smiled gently.

The boy continued, "I am a demon hunter apprentice of the Wolf School, Victor from Bell Town, east of Zerecania. According to the ancient agreement, I seek help from the temple. I hope to meet the high priestess, Ms. Nannik."

The sudden development made the priestess' face look a little flustered, and her fair face swelled red, as if she didn't know how to deal with it. Then she reached out and patted Victor's arm, motioning him to follow her into the temple.

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At the same time, Angouleme, who was in a room on the second floor of the Lame Anton Inn, sat on the bed in a daze, bored because she had no one to talk to. Catherine was flying freely in the forest outside the city, and the leader ran to the Temple of Meliteli.

Although Angouleme didn't like the temple, it didn't prevent the girl from understanding and getting close to Meliteli. This deity consists of three images: a carefree girl, a mature pregnant woman, and a hunchbacked old woman. It symbolizes the various female images formed by the primitive human beliefs in fertility, love, farming, stoves in homes, and pregnant women.

They are believed to dominate fertility and reproduction, take care of farmers and gardeners, and bless lovers and couples. These different beliefs slowly converged and blended with each other, and finally these gods all merged into one and became the mother of everyone: Meliteli.

The priests of the sect refused to get involved in politics and preached love and peace. They established many hospitals, shelters and orphanages. The goddess is called Freya in the Skellige Islands and Dana Mida among the elves. She is the patron saint of all women...

While she was thinking about all sorts of things, the daily noise outside the window suddenly turned into silence, attracting Angouleme's attention.

The girl opened the window and looked out. She had good eyesight and could clearly see the knight who was grabbing the street vendor and questioning him. The white rose emblem was engraved on his armor.

Her hearing was also good.

"You said the witcher asked you the location of the Temple of Meliteli?"

"Yes... yes... sir."

Throwing the vendor away casually, two Orens were thrown away, and the knight's voice was hoarse: "Ah... the Temple of Meliteli again!"

Although he didn't use any swear words, he didn't hide it at all, and even Angouleme could easily hear the deep hatred in his voice.

Then he led his men away, and the neighborhood gradually returned to its original bustle.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Angouleme quickly dressed. Although the head of the group had told her not to run around, she was confident that such a simple intelligence investigation would not cause trouble.

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The priestess who led the way bowed, made a few simple gestures, and then slowly exited the side hall. Victor turned around and watched her leave with a little doubt.

"Don't worry, child, Priest Aurora chose to sacrifice to Meliteli with a silent oath." Ms. Nenneke's voice was kind and gentle.

From the appearance, this high priest was at least over 60 years old, with an image that most people imagined of the word grandmother. She was short and fat but flexible, gentle but majestic, and her eyes accumulated wisdom accumulated over the years.

Victor bowed deeply to the ground. Most of the clergy in this era still had real skills and true love. People like the high priest of the Meliteli Temple who had devoted themselves for decades were more likely to take over the oracle. The boy understood and respected such an existence.

"Ms. Nenneke, Wolf School Witcher Apprentice, Victor from Bell Town, east of Zerrecania, greets you."

"Bell Town, east of Zerrecania? Wolf School?"

"Yes." Victor took out the Wolf School badge necklace and handed it to Ms. Nenneke with both hands.

He took the badge and examined it briefly, "Is Vesemir in good health?" She asked casually, looking for a more comfortable sitting position on the throne-like armchair.

He was a little confused, but the boy still replied respectfully: "Master Vesemir is in good health. He just went to Redania in the spring."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly had a guess, and he suddenly looked up and looked into the lady's eyes, but he couldn't see anything in her gentle and deep eyes.

In the space that returned to silence, the high priest pondered for a while.

Then she got up from the chair and walked slowly to Victor. The boy quickly squatted down to look at Nenneke at eye level.

She reached out and touched the apprentice's young cheek, stared at his pupils that had not yet mutated, rubbed his face for a while like all old ladies playing with their grandchildren, and then said kindly: "Young apprentice, you can call me Aunt Nenneke from now on. When Geralt was still alive, he always wanted to call me that, even though I was actually younger than him."

Letting go of Victor's cheek, Aunt Nenneke walked towards the door.

"Come with me! Child, follow the ancient agreement, and more importantly, personal friendship. I have to find a place for you to live first, so that you can wash and rest for a while, at least get rid of the stench of evil spirits all over your body, and then we can talk about the help you want to ask for."

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