Today was a day worth celebrating for the villagers of Ammonite Village.
The two Pterodactyls that had plagued them for over a year were finally going to be dealt with.
The warriors who went to hunt them were, on one side, the Dwarf Dragon-Slaying Squad, famous throughout the Northern Kingdoms, a professional team that had slain many evil dragons; and on the other, a Witcher master, nearly two meters tall and seemingly quite formidable.
Since receiving this news, the villagers had been eagerly looking forward to it, and even while working, their gaze would invariably drift towards the path leading to Tea Mountain, anticipating the heroes' triumphant return.
And the course of events did not disappoint their expectations; when they saw the dragon-slaying team carrying two huge, ferocious dragon heads down from Tea Mountain, the joy of victory quickly spread throughout the entire village.
All the villagers, old and young, gathered around. Some marveled at the power of the evil dragons, some cried for loved ones who had died, some reached out to touch the monstrous dragon heads, while others looked on with admiration at the returning heroes.
It wasn't until the village chief, Valeska, appeared, announcing the success of the hunt and deciding to hold a celebration in the village to commemorate the victory and thank the heroes who had slain the evil dragons, that everyone cheered.
It was a joyous celebration, with fine wine and food, singing and dancing; everyone had a wonderful time.
Both Yarpen's dwarf squad and Guilliman, as a Witcher, probably experienced such a warm welcome from villagers for the first time, being treated as heroes who saved the village, rather than mercenaries or expendable cannon fodder.
This made them feel a spontaneous fondness for the village and remember this beautiful place.
Unlike most villages in the North that relied solely on farming for a living, Ammonite Village not only cultivated valuable tea but also had the secret support of Elven Queen Francesca.
With the Elven elites of the Dol Blathanna Kingdom as its backbone, the villagers lived quite prosperously and peacefully.
As fellow non-human races, these villagers would not look at them with prejudice.
The villagers themselves also greatly enjoyed the celebration.
What they lacked was not material goods, but a reason to celebrate in an era where their lives were precarious and they were ostracized by mainstream human society...
The celebration continued until deep into the night. The dwarves, naturally fond of drinking, had long since passed out, sleeping soundly somewhere.
Guilliman, who had also drunk a considerable amount of wine, remained energetic and showed no signs of intoxication.
The physique of a perfect Witcher allowed him to largely immunize himself from the negative effects of alcohol; in simple terms, he was immune to getting drunk.
At this celebration, he had already enjoyed the singing of Elven maidens, the dancing of Elven beauties, the poems of bards, and the mining songs and tap dances of the dwarves—it was truly an eye-opening experience.
He enjoyed the atmosphere and was currently leaning against a large tree, sipping red wine and gazing at the moonlight.
At some point, Valeska, carrying the scent of roses, stood beside him.
The female Elf tonight seemed to have dressed up carefully; although she wore no jewelry, she had changed into a beautiful, light-colored long dress, revealing her slender neck and stunning collarbones.
Her light-golden long hair was braided into several long plaits, intertwined and draped behind her head, and her heroic yet exquisitely featured face looked exceptionally beautiful.
Her chest wrap also seemed to have been removed; her two round mounds and straight legs accentuated her figure, making her both tall and curvaceous, full of feminine charm.
Rich and generous!
Guilliman felt a tingle in his heart as he watched, but he didn't speak first, simply appreciating her beautiful figure in silence.
After nearly a minute of silence between them, the female Elf finally couldn't help but speak first:
"Thank you, Guilliman."
"I heard the dwarves say that both Pterodactyls were slain by your own hand; you've done our village a great service."
Guilliman shook his head, neither being modest nor exaggerating his contribution, simply saying in a calm voice:
"No need to thank me, Valeska, I'm just a Witcher who does his job for money."
"The female dragon in the cave was indeed taken down by me alone, while the male one had already been defeated by the dwarves; I just took advantage of the situation."
Valeska nodded, a slight smile appearing on her face.
She was, of course, well aware of the Pterodactyls' situation; her words just now were merely an opening for conversation.
"Anyway, I still have to thank you."
"Oh, and I've already had the village hunters dismember the materials from those two Pterodactyls."
"The dragon hide, dragon meat, and dragon bones have all been separated by type."
"However, Pterodactyl meat is poisonous and doesn't taste good; it has no other use besides being fertilizer."
"You can take the dragon bones and some internal organs, or you can sell them to our village herbalist for Orens."
"As for the most precious dragon hearts and dragon sinews, and those three dragon eggs, I've also had them prepared for you; you can take them or sell them to us."
Valeska's arrangements were very thoughtful, perhaps even overly so.
During the day, they were busy enjoying the celebration and had no time to deal with the corpses.
And two Pterodactyls, each over eight meters long, would take a lot of time to process, so those Elven hunters must have put in a lot of effort and it wasn't easy.
Guilliman expressed his gratitude for Valeska's arrangements, but he decided to wait until the dwarves woke up tomorrow before deciding on how to handle the materials.
For him, besides the dragon hide that could be used to craft leather armor, the other materials were more practical if converted into money.
Valeska nodded, then reached up to smooth her light-golden long hair, her expression gentle, and said softly:
"Tomorrow, I will settle your payment."
"However, the high-grade leather armor you wish to have crafted, from the tanning, drying, and cutting of the dragon hide to the final product, will take approximately three weeks."
"The village is currently expanding, and there will be many tasks needing attention. If you stay in the village during this time, I can arrange some Witcher contracts for you."
At this point, the female Elf bit her lower lip, looked up, and met Guilliman's gaze with a slightly misty and alluring expression, saying:
"What you said last night was very insightful for me."
"If possible, I hope to hear more from you."
Hearing these rather suggestive words, Guilliman subconsciously raised an eyebrow.
He wasn't a fool, nor was he an inexperienced young man who couldn't appreciate charm.
This beautiful female Elf in front of him was offering monetary temptation, verbal persuasion, and seductive beauty, and now she wanted him to stay and help.
Such obvious overtures surely weren't because she was moved by his handsomeness and charm, falling in love with him.
Considering the strangeness of the village, the plight of the Elves, and the well-trained Elves at the celebration who clearly weren't ordinary villagers, he was almost 100% certain that an Elven faction was hidden behind this village, and they wanted to win over him, the Witcher.
However, what he hadn't expected was this.
To directly offer Valeska, a pure-blooded female Elf who was both beautiful, outstanding, and possessed administrative talent, as bait right to his mouth—wasn't that too great a price?
But when a piece of fat meat is delivered to your mouth, there's no reason not to eat it!
Especially when it looked so delicious!
If things went south later, he could just enjoy it for free!
Guilliman pondered for about ten seconds, then a mischievous smile spread across his face. He directly reached out and grabbed the beautiful Elf's wrist, pulling her fragrant body into his arms, and asked in a somewhat ambiguous voice:
"How about tonight?"
"I'll talk until you're satisfied!"