In the previous article, we ntioned, "Do not brawl with bears!" That is a very stupid thing to do. However, compared to brawling with bears, there is sothing even stupider, and that is what we will introduce today, "brawling with werewolves!"
I believe there is no need for other words to describe the danger of werewolves. They combine the worst traits of man and wolf, a wolf's lust for slaughter and a human's cruel cunning, packed into a body with monstrous strength, sharp claws, great speed, thick hide, and self-healing ability. They are simply mankind's nightmare.
But if you absolutely must duel a werewolf, please be sure to learn "Eastern Dipper Fist" in advance, an ancient and mysterious assassination martial art with a history of eighteen hundred years.
Its essence lies in attacking the opponent's ridians and hidden vital points, destroying the opponent's body from within. Legend has it that the Dark Knight Batman once used this martial art to drive back a werewolf...
Excerpted from Mini Press's Brawling! A Man's Favorite!
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Sharp claws and fangs tore through the battle suit. rciless iron fists pierced the wolf's body.
Soaking in the bathtub and recalling every detail of last night's clash, the young man had to admit that the werewolf he had run into this ti was stronger than the one in Freya's Garden. Whether in size or skill, it counted as an upgraded version.
But he had still won. Although it had been a ss, he had indeed beaten it back. Compared to the severe damage he had inflicted on its organs, the few claw wounds on his own body showed an obvious gap between them. The victory was basically settled fact, and he could brag about it next ti he was drinking.
Amid the splashing of water, "Hiss... ah..." Victor groaned softly in comfort, sincerely grateful for Mrs. Tanya's careful scrubbing.
Then he left the bath, wrapped himself in a towel, and sat down on a chair. As usual, after bathing, he had his shoulders massaged to loosen his tense muscles.
The slightly older Tanya was not actually beautiful, but her fingers were skilled, and her arms were strong.
Fatigue gradually faded. His shoulders softened beneath the massage. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, followed by a rich scent of perfu and light footsteps. Soone sat down on the chair beside the young man.
Although his eyes were closed, Victor still knew who it was. "Madam Carn, is there sothing you need?"
"Good morning, Victor. Can't I co over to greet you when nothing's wrong? Your body has gotten so strong." Carn's voice was husky, lazy, and sensual.
"If you only ca to say hello, then of course you're welco. I trained this body in Skellige. In the Isles, you can't show your face without muscles."
The madam chuckled softly twice. "All right! Actually, there is sothing. Recently, sothing has been quite troubling, so I wanted to ask a witcher and hear a specialist's opinion."
Madam Carn, City Guard Captain Vincent's woman, Ramsat's gang's collaborator, could be considered my... old friend! Our relationship is neither distant nor close.
After positioning that distance clearly in his heart, Victor spoke in a relaxed tone. "Hear a witcher's opinion? I haven't undergone mutation yet, so I don't know whether I can help. Please tell about it first, madam."
"Don't be so guarded. This really has nothing to do with gang struggles this ti. It barely even has anything to do with outsiders. I'm only saying a few words, and it definitely won't violate your neutrality." Carn's voice was gentle.
Opening his eyes, the young man turned his face and glanced at her. After confirming that the lady's expression was serious, he closed his eyes and silently agreed.
She waved Tanya away first. After hesitating for a while, she brushed her hair down to cover her eyes. "I have a friend. She... has been depressed and frightened lately. She suspects that her man is ill. He... he is a werewolf, but she does not want him to be killed. She has to help him before things beco irreparable."
Hearing "werewolf," the young man, who had originally remained relaxed, suddenly tensed. As soone deeply versed in the art of conversation, he naturally knew that in certain contexts, "I have a friend" could be directly omitted.
And Carn's man was...
The instant that na beca linked to werewolf, countless mory fras flashed through Victor's mind.
When he had once been jogging with Angoulê in the morning, they had discovered the mutilated corpse of a rapist. The deceased had been classified as a victim of gang fighting.
On the night of the full moon by the riverside, he had run into a disheveled man with Shani, and at the ti, that man had given him a dangerous warning.
And there had been last night's fiery brawl. Although they had started fighting after one disagreent, the werewolf had not drawn its claws right away at the start. Instead, it had clenched its fists first and tried to knock him unconscious. Only after being punched several tis and realizing how dangerous he was did it use its claws.
Connecting all those subtle signs to him, everything actually fit perfectly!
The mystery had already been completely solved! There was only one truth!
I, Victor, would stake my family na on it, City Guard Captain Vincent is was a werewolf!
Not the "one step beyond a hard man" kind. A real werewolf.
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Not knowing that the witcher apprentice had gone through such rich ntal activity in a single short instant, and even less expecting that he had already seen through everything like a Marshtomp, Carn continued speaking in a gentle flow. (TN: Yup, the Pokemon..."
"...My friend has already tried the purification potion provided by the swamp druids, but it failed to lift the curse.
"Now another witcher has suggested that my friend make her man wear clothes made of celery, then sleep beside him at night. No matter what changes happen, she must hold him tightly and kiss him.
"I'm really worried about my friend and want to know how effective this thod is. Do you think it has any basis?"
Victor opened his eyes and crossed his arms, controlling his expression. "Werewolves originate from curses placed on humans or humanoid species." As he spoke, he organized the thoughts in his heart. "And the principle behind this thod of lifting the curse is, without a doubt..."
At this point, the young man abruptly got stuck. He stared at the madam's anxious face, then chose every word carefully and said, "...relying on celery's curse-lifting effect and the integrity of the ritual! Please remind your friend that this ritual is feasible, but the process is extrely dangerous. She is very likely to lose her life for it. She must be prepared to sacrifice herself!"
His authoritative explanation clearly gave Carn even more confidence. She reached out and patted the back of his hand to express her gratitude. "I understand! I will tell her. Thank you, Victor."
Watching the madam leave the room, the young man rubbed his chin, feeling that there should be no problem with his explanation. It did not count as revealing the key secret.
There is always a little truth in fairy tales. For example, a kiss filled with love does indeed contain astonishing power, enough to lift the most vicious curses.
Several centuries ago, wizards and scholars had tried to master the power of love. They had racked their brains and gained almost nothing, but they had reached one conclusion, it had to be "true love."
Vincent was a rare werewolf capable of self-control, and Carn was undoubtedly a woman who loved him deeply. It could be said that this curse-breaking thod was practically tailor-made for them. He did not know which witcher had thought of it, but that person's skill level was quite good.
Getting up and putting on his clothes, Victor opened the door and left in a good mood from having done a good deed. He vaguely heard a familiar voice but paid it no mind.
Then he was shocked at the counter by Dandelion.
Running into the bard was nothing in itself. They were both old hands, and the young man did not care much. The problem was that the person standing beside him was none other than the white-haired witcher, Geralt of Rivia!
At once, he understood. Needless to say, that excellent curse-breaking thod just now had been conceived by this legendary witcher before him.
Everyone stared at one another. Dandelion, like a werewolf, pounced without any explanation and hugged Victor tightly. "Oh! My dear friend, what wonderful fate to et you here!"
"But I don't think eting here counts as fate!" the young man retorted with a deadpan face.
Releasing the embrace, "Ah! You are always right, Victor the Satirist. This eting does not count as fate, because we often appear here. But who can bla us, when the ladies of the Eager Thighs are the loveliest?" As he reached the end, the bard turned to Madam Carn beside him, removed his hat, and bowed.
"Even if you say that, I still won't give you a discount or let you put it on credit!" She smiled and curtsied back.
Victor ignored Dandelion and instead looked toward Geralt. His clothes looked clean, and after separating from Angoulê, he had clearly been doing well.
Although he had only agreed last night to the policy Angoulê had ntioned, letting the White Wolf move freely, since he had run into him, there was no need to be overly delicate about it.
He nodded in greeting to Geralt. After exchanging a few pleasantries and agreeing to et that afternoon at the Hairy Bear, Victor left first, not interfering with their contribution to the economic developnt of small and dium-sized businesses.
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Walking through the Temple Quarter, the chance eting just now did not disrupt Victor's plans. Following his original schedule, he arrived at the City Guard station, found Jethro, paid him a tip to lead the way, and directly went to visit Vincent.
Seeing the witcher apprentice again, the City Guard captain was very happy. "It's good that you're back. There's no need to take that terrible misunderstanding from last year to heart. Thaler is just neurotic like that. He always examines others with a magnifying glass, and that's why people hate him."
His smile was very honest and warm, but who could have imagined that this middle-aged man with black hair, a receding hairline, and even a little belly was actually a werewolf?
Victor also responded with a smile. "It's fine. It's all in the past. But speaking of that, I wanted to ask, after I left last year, who was responsible for supervising the house?"
"What happened? Did sothing go missing? Was it valuable property?"
"Not property. It was a paper I left in the alchemy laboratory. It was called Records on the Effects of Herbal Reagents on the Human Body."
This experience summary was actually the "Alzur mutation report" that Kalkstein had given Victor. When he had left in a hurry last year, he had originally paid it no mind. Unexpectedly, when he returned ho yesterday, he discovered it had long since been lost. Combining that with the formula stolen from Kaer Morhen, the young man felt there might be so connection behind it all.
Vincent put his hands on his hips. "Is that so? Then I'm not clear on it. The person managing the house at the ti was Thaler. Unfortunately, after he resigned, his whereabouts beca unknown."
After hearing the captain's answer, Victor understood. It seed that he still had to find Thaler before he could learn where the materials had gone.
And forr intelligence director Thaler's stay in Vizima definitely was not for the purpose of pursuing Shani. Most likely, he still wanted to use his remaining influence, or even bring a cold stove back to fla.
The witcher apprentice said, "It's fine. I'll work hard to investigate Thaler's whereabouts. I mainly ca today to report a case to the City Guard. Not long ago, I encountered a terrifying mansion incident in Sapopan..."
Next, in his account of Resident Evil, aside from removing Kaer Morhen's role, downplaying the effects of the Grass Draught, and avoiding ntion of the role he himself had played as "the handso guy from the sea," he also boldly altered the plot of that night.
In the newly compiled "Night at the Mansion," Victor had purely gone through countless hardships while being relentlessly hunted by zombie dogs, Lickers, and a Tyrant, then fortunately escaped by sheer luck.
As for Salamandra, the Professor, and Azar Javed, he sold them out completely. Although he had still never t them face to face, by integrating the descriptions from everyone at Kaer Morhen, the young man was confident that he had enough authority to describe their appearances, a gaunt murderer with round glasses and protruding cheekbones, and a Zerrikanian mage covered in rings and tattoos.
After listening to the young man's explanation, the captain also clearly sensed the danger. This kind of act, creating uncontrollable bioweapons through inhumane thods, was absolutely typical terrorism.
"You did very well! As expected of an outstanding Terian tax-paying citizen. I will pay attention to this matter and pressure Roderick." Vincent warmly patted Victor's arm. "You've trained well. You're stronger now. When you have ti, go check the notice board and help share so work."
"I will." The young man nodded and agreed.
Not long after, watching Jethro and Victor walk away, Vincent took out a handkerchief, coughed violently for a while, then tucked the bloodstained handkerchief into his chest.
With a long sigh, although what the witcher apprentice had ntioned was certainly serious, he also had to pay attention to the Dark Knight's return.
Last night, he had originally intended to knock Batman unconscious, expose his identity, and force him to promise never to appear again. Unexpectedly, he had instead been beaten into serious injury, and he was still coughing blood even now.
Batman, Resident Evil, the restless Scoia'tael, and the Catriona plague making a coback, this sumr... looked like it would be another very busy season...
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The trip to report the case at the City Guard station was very successful, but the subsequent report to the Order of the Flaming Rose did not go quite as smoothly. Or rather, it went too smoothly.
Only after the report was sent in did he learn that Rose Knight Siegfried was out on business, but Victor was very "lucky," the Order's Grand Master, Jacques de Aldersberg, was willing to personally receive him.
To be honest, after rejecting the other party's recruitnt last ti, the young man now felt sowhat embarrassed to et this man, who was so powerful, yet also so reasonable and elegant.
Led by a squire knight, Victor arrived and discovered that Jacques's office was simple and plain. Even indoors, he remained completely relaxed in no way, wearing a full suit of heavy armor engraved with the emblem of the Eternal Fire on the chest.
Putting down his docunts, the Grand Master beckoned for the young man to co closer. "Vic, so it's you. Have you co to visit because you changed your mind and intend to join us?"
Perhaps because he was on his own territory and in the mood to joke, the corners of his mouth rose as he spoke.
Victor shook his head in denial. "My mind has not changed, Grand Master. In fact, I ca today to report a case."
After confirming that Jacques had nodded for him to continue, he said, "After parting with Your Excellency at La Valette Castle, I experienced a series of nightmare-like encounters in Sapopan..."
Concise and to the point, much like the statent he had given at the City Guard station, the young man explained the horror of Resident Evil, focusing on emphasizing the Lickers' savage lethality and the Tyrant's fierce dominance. As for the secrets of the witcher community and the Grass Draught, he only skimd over them lightly and vaguely.
Regarding the sensitive topics above, the young man would not completely avoid speaking about them. Shifting the emphasis away was already enough to express his stance. The Order's Grand Master was not a fool. Overly deliberate rhetoric would insult both the other party and himself.
However, the ending of the Night at the Mansion could of course only be told in the escape version. Although Jacques looked upright and noble, in keeping with his consistent principles, Victor would never completely trust the leader of a hanse.
Counter-killing a mage and such things were easy enough to say, but did not sound good. It was also unsuitable now to let people connect the Wheel of Truth to him. A pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth for three consecutive days would draw many dangerous gazes. Before the Trial of the Grasses, there was no need to bear additional risks.
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