The taste of a mad beauty is truly unforgettable.
That afternoon, Adda generously rewarded her enemy, Prince Yurkast.
She gave this high-ranking noble, who by blood should have been her grand-uncle, a vivid lesson in human anatomy.
Through a bloodletting session, she made him understand how much blood a king's body could shed. Even his heart became Adda's collection, to be displayed in her room.
And the Witcher didn't waste the spilled blood, collecting it all in bottles.
Because, in the Witcher world, King's Blood is a very high-grade and rare magical material. It's said that the ancestors of these kings once possessed special bloodlines.
In many advanced divination and curse spells, King's Blood often plays an unexpected role.
Although Guilliman is not short on money now, it makes a rather excellent gift to please sorceresses.
Of course, after her revenge was complete, Adda didn't forget to reward her hero, her beloved Witcher.
This beautiful princess possessed a tongue twice as long as an ordinary girl's. It was not only exceptionally flexible, tough, and strong, but could even wrap around his fingers, writhing like a snake.
If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't split in the middle, he would have suspected she was a snake spirit reincarnated.
Under the service of this long snake, Guilliman experienced pleasures that other beauties couldn't provide. This became a unique experience between him and Princess Adda, making him always somewhat fond of this beautiful princess.
After completing this special assassination commission, Guilliman returned to Black Gull Island. As for the eight heads in his storage space, he would wait for Foltest to return to Vizima before claiming his reward.
He just wondered if his assassination of Prince Yurkast would become known to the public.
And whether the theft from the Prince's family treasury would cause any other repercussions.
After all, this was an enormous fortune of nearly 500,000 Orens, almost equivalent to Vizima's tax revenue for one or two years, enough to support an army of several thousand.
Even powerful kings would find it hard not to covet such wealth.
However, Guilliman was not afraid. With the power of the Elder Blood he currently wields, at least in terms of escape, he was already unmatched in this world.
No one could catch a Witcher who could instantly teleport tens or even hundreds of kilometers away at any time.
And his mysterious assassination methods would make those nobles with wicked intentions think twice about whether they should offend such a master.
Upon returning to Black Gull Island, before he could even start working, a device he had almost forgotten, hanging from his waist, suddenly reacted.
This was the metal magical communicator Queen Francesca had given him over a month ago.
Originally, the two had agreed that he would consult the elven sorceress if he encountered unsolvable difficulties or magical questions he couldn't answer.
However, no one expected that as soon as Guilliman entered Vizima, he would encounter four sorceresses appearing in a cluster, and quickly became intimate with one of them, becoming lovers.
And his relationships with the other sorceresses weren't bad either; he even hooked up with a high-ranking female vampire.
At this point, he had almost forgotten about the stunningly beautiful elven queen.
The moment the magical communicator rang, he remembered his promise to Francesca to help her find the Scoia'tael unit in the Vizima swamps.
Unfortunately, these past days had been too enchanting and joyful, and he had forgotten to undertake that commission.
Guilliman silently cursed his fickleness, then adjusted his mood and answered the elven queen's magical communicator.
After a series of strange "squeaking!" interference sounds, an ethereal yet melodious voice emerged from the communicator:
"Good day, Mr. Guilliman?"
"I am Francesca. Do you still remember me?"
Although Francesca's voice was calm and her words polite, the Witcher seemed to detect a hint of grievance.
Guilliman gave an awkward dry laugh and quickly said:
"Of course, how could I forget Your Esteemed Elven Majesty?"
"Ever since I saw your exquisite beauty last time, I've been constantly thinking of you, unable to forget."
Francesca was not so easily fooled, but she merely gave a soft "hmm" and didn't press further, instead saying softly:
"Mr. Guilliman, do you have time now?"
"Could I ask you to find a secluded place? I'd like to talk to you alone."
This... was she coming to him?
Guilliman was well aware of Francesca's magical prowess. With just the coordinates provided by this magical communicator, she could open a portal directly, far beyond what ordinary sorcerers could achieve.
Of course, even if he didn't find a secluded place, the elven sorceress could come over whenever she wished.
As the only high-ranking sorceress openly remaining, Francesca was currently at the pinnacle of the sorcerous world.
However, Guilliman didn't dislike this.
He hadn't seen Francesca for almost a month, and he greatly missed the elven queen's beauty.
Her charm was like a secluded orchid in a valley, a daisy in the mountains—an ethereal beauty that stood apart from the world, different from Marguerita, Triss, and Yennefer, leaving a deep impression.
"Alright, my lady."
"Please wait two minutes. I'm currently on Black Gull Island."
"On this island now, apart from monsters, everyone else is with me."
Francesca softly "hmmed." Just one word, and it had a way of plucking at one's heartstrings, making one's heart tingle.
Two minutes later, Guilliman arrived by the small fountain lake in the center of Black Gull Island and notified the elven sorceress.
This was where the temporary camp and the troll tribe drew water, and also the lake where the Lady of the Lake had once appeared.
Formed by a freshwater spring from an unknown source, the lake water was clear and enchanting, and the scenery was quite beautiful.
As a yellow and black portal appeared beside the Witcher.
A female elf, dressed in a delicate white sheer gown, with a slender and graceful figure and exquisite beauty, elegantly stepped out from the other side of the portal.
It was none other than Her Majesty Francesca, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world.
The elven sorceress's gaze swept around, seemingly surprised by the lake's scenery. Perhaps she hadn't expected such a beautiful lake to exist on a desolate island like Black Gull Island.
However, Francesca's attention wasn't entirely there. She looked at the Witcher not far away, slightly furrowing her brows, just as she was about to speak.
Suddenly, Francesca seemed to notice something strange. She twitched her small nose, as if sniffing for a scent.
Then her eyes widened slightly, revealing a surprised expression. Her steps quickened, moving to a spot less than ten centimeters away from Guilliman.
The elven queen twitched her nose again, her gaze fixed on the Witcher's face, and said in an undisguised voice of surprise:
"Mr. Guilliman, you seem different from before."
"I smell the Elder Blood on you."
"How is this possible?"
"But I shouldn't be mistaken. Could you tell me why this is?"
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