That army life was still nonsense, not to mention the extremely high risk of becoming a soldier, and an even higher probability of dying on the battlefield, possibly not seeing his family for a year and a half.
The risk of becoming a squire dropped sharply, as he only needed to serve one person to whom he would be loyal—Lord Karl.
He only needed to consider Master Karl's feelings and not anger the other party.
"Lord Karl, I praise you and thank you for your kindness and generosity." Phillip looked extremely serious and expressed his gratitude to him.
"Well, you can talk with Dalton this evening. I need to attend to something alone. You don't need to wait for me to return."
"Understood, Master Karl."
"I understand too, my lord."
......
Soon night fell, and Triss, beautifully dressed, glanced into the distance several times through her balcony window, eagerly awaiting Karl's arrival.
At this moment, her hair was gathered up, secured by a hairpin adorned with golden threads, and she was dressed in a luxurious dark green gown.
On her swan-like neck, she wore a golden leaf-shaped accessory.
The open neckline of the gown was arranged with golden leaves and golden edges in order, and the rest was adorned with golden branches.
The lower part was a white short skirt, and her whole being was filled with indescribable grace and luxury.
It was evident that she truly cared about how Karl perceived her, and to impress him, she had put in a lot of effort, even bringing out a dress from the bottom of her trunk.
On a solid wooden round table not far behind stood two silver candlesticks, and the candlelight flickered quietly in the slightly dimly lit living room.
On the table lay a luxurious dinner that she and Karl were going to share this evening.
Karl walked along the street, holding an exquisite bouquet of roses from a florist and an expensive bottle of wine from Toussaint.
Although he was walking towards the residence Triss had mentioned, his gaze was slightly wandering, and it was evident that his attention wasn't fully focused on walking.
In truth, he had never imagined that his relationship with Triss would develop so quickly.
They had met only once yesterday, and today Triss had invited him to dinner.
It seemed he had underestimated his physical advantages and the bold displays of affection from sorceresses.
Of course, to some extent, he was willing to accept Triss's invitation, mainly because he knew her well.
If it were other sorceresses he knew little about, he would have to carefully consider whether the other party was plotting something or using him.
In the present time, the Brotherhood of Sorcerers hadn't disbanded, and the Lodge of Sorceresses hadn't been formed yet.
Compared to the assembly of sorceresses many years later, the style and character of other sorceresses were different.
Triss and Yennefer were even fun and endearing.
Among them, the character of Margarita, the dean of Aretuza, was also good.
......
Before he knew it, he was already thinking about the door of Triss's house.
Creak. The wooden door trembled slightly, and Triss opened it.
At that moment, Karl was just about to raise his hand, not even having had time to knock.
When he saw Triss's light makeup and the very familiar dress she was wearing,
he suddenly paused, and his eyes gradually widened, clearly struck by her appearance.
Triss's beautiful eyes smiled, and a slight, self-satisfied gesture appeared on her face.
She was clearly very pleased with Karl's surprised expression.
After a brief moment of being stunned, Karl smiled apologetically and said, "Miss Triss, please forgive my lapse."
"You are very beautiful today. You are the second most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Triss heard Karl's sincere compliment, felt very pleased, and a smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
However, when she heard the second half of the sentence—one of the most beautiful women—the corners of her mouth instantly drooped.
Immediately after, she squinted and asked in a rather even tone, pretending indifference: "Oh? Second? It seems Sir Karl has seen quite a few beautiful women."
"Well, may I ask, who is the first?"
Although Triss acted very simply, as if she didn't care at all,
Karl could clearly feel the other party's jealousy at his words, and she was very concerned about who would be first.
Karl felt a bit helpless inside and thought: "Indeed, women care about beauty; even if they say they don't care, they actually care very much inside, especially when facing the opposite sex who has a good impression of them."
He couldn't answer carelessly, considering Triss's situation; he was afraid she might just fling the door open and leave him shut out.
But fortunately, he had never had relationships with other members of the opposite sex, and his previous words had also been spoken from the heart.
Although many thoughts flashed through his mind, he didn't hesitate in the conversation and immediately answered Triss.
Meanwhile, Karl was just about to open his mouth to answer Triss.
Triss's other hand was behind her back at some point, and her palm flashed with blue magic, as if she were casting some spell.
But on her face, there was still a slight smile, and nothing had changed.
"Her name is Alyssa, my biological mother. She will forever be the most beautiful in my heart." Karl's eyes were firm, and he didn't avoid her green eyes.
Triss was startled, feeling the feedback from the spell; she knew Karl wasn't lying.
He had truly spoken sincerely from the heart, and she couldn't help but be moved, surprise in her eyes.
She hadn't expected Karl to care so much about his mother and cherish her memory, and it seemed he greatly respected his parents.
But it was precisely this that made her increasingly satisfied.
After all, who would like a heartless person who didn't even care about their parents?
She calmly dispelled the spell from the hand behind her back, raised her hand, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear to hide her apology and guilt for secretly testing Karl's sincerity.
"Hmm, come in quickly. If you wait any longer, dinner will get cold."
Triss smiled, gently took Karl's hand, pulled him into the house, and closed the door with her heel.
"Here, I didn't know what flowers you like, so I only chose roses."
Holding hands tightly with Triss, Karl paused and quickly returned to normal.
"Thank you, Karl. I adore them."
Triss pressed her lips together, took the bouquet of roses, brought it to her nose, and sniffed lightly.
She also noticed Karl's pause but didn't let go of his hand.
They sat down at the table and enjoyed the meal with silver knives and forks.
The bottle of wine from Toussaint was also opened and poured into a silver goblet with gold accents.
After a few cups, Karl's face remained unchanged, while Triss's cheeks were attractively flushed, and they both began to converse.
Her eyes were misty, she looked at Karl with a smile, her palms resting on the table, propping up her chin, her body leaning slightly forward.
She listened quietly as Karl slowly recounted his true origins and his life before being enfeoffed as a knight.