[Wolf School Swordsmanship], [Quen Sign], [Yrden Sign], [Axii Sign].
After learning these four skills, especially the three Witcher Signs with distinct uses, Guilliman had completely made up for the shortcomings in his core exclusive skills.
Other skills, such as those from the Bear School, Griffin School, Wolf School, Viper School, or the Manticore School in the distant Zerrikania Kingdom.
Aside from some unique knowledge, all that remained were the Witcher Swordsmanship techniques mastered by the various schools that he had yet to complete.
As for more advanced Witcher Sign abilities, he would have to wait until he collected more Witcher data, read the original documents left behind from the founding period of the Witcher Order, or inquire with the few remaining old Witchers who survived since the time of the Witcher Order.
For example, Vesemir of the Wolf School, Ivar the Evil Eye of the Viper School, Anahad of the Bear School, and so on.
However, these matters were not urgent; everything would naturally fall into place once his strength and status grew to a high level.
Guilliman felt joyful, and his previously somewhat depressed mood recovered slightly.
But when he opened his panel to check the four entry-level exclusive skills he had learned, the small joy he had just gained instantly vanished.
Sure enough, the Damned System wasn't kind enough to let him obtain so many things at once.
No wonder these four skills were displayed as Entry Level, rather than LV1 of an exclusive skill.
On the system panel, these four entry-level skills not only lacked any attribute bonuses but also could not be upgraded using soul power.
The progress bar displayed for them was a special type, called the Cultivation Progress Bar.
The cultivation progress must reach 100% before it automatically upgrades to LV1 of an exclusive skill, granting the corresponding attribute bonuses.
This was probably the difference between learning skills independently and acquiring them through Soul Devouring, Guilliman remarked.
However, this body of the Witcher King naturally possessed extremely strong learning talent for Witcher skills.
Whether it was swordsmanship, Signs, alchemy, or Witcher knowledge, none of it was a problem.
Just through this period of study, the cultivation progress for these four skills had already reached about one-tenth.
He believed it wouldn't be long before he completely mastered these skills... That night, it was the day before Guilliman and Valesa had agreed to leave the village.
Our great Witcher gentleman had originally planned to give his beloved Elven beauty a perfect night, an unforgettable night, and an exhausting night.
Sister Valesa actually brought him a surprise.
He didn't know what item this Elven beauty had used, but wearing a silk transparent gauze, she emitted an extremely tempting fragrance that could arouse a man's most primal and impulsive desires.
This night allowed Guilliman's spirit to recover from its previous listlessness and lack of interest in many things, giving him a sense of satisfaction and rebirth.
This made Guilliman very grateful to Valesa.
Dazed, he followed the equally excited Elven girl to a hidden room.
This was a secret chamber located dozens of meters underground, decorated in a manner that was both understated and luxurious.
The emerald green solid wood furniture, the smooth and elaborate floor, the dazzling reliefs, and the magnificent golden metal lamps and decorations all indicated that this was not a place ordinary people could possess.
However, immediately upon entering, Guilliman's attention was drawn to one thing.
It wasn't the exquisite and gorgeous decorations, nor the peaceful and comfortable aroma in the secret chamber.
Rather, it was an exceptionally beautiful Elven maiden sitting on a wicker chair, with long dark golden hair, wearing a luxurious red dress, possessing a stunning appearance and graceful demeanor that instantly captivated the eye.
Even though Valesa, with whom he had slept for half a month and established an emotional foundation, was right beside him, Guilliman couldn't help but look at the peerless beauty in the room with an amazed gaze.
"Hmph! Mr. Kiriman Geldman, please mind your manners."
"This is the Elven Queen of our race, the Queen of Dol Blathanna Kingdom, Her Majesty Francesca Findabair."
"Due to special circumstances, Her Majesty wishes to meet with you to discuss certain matters."
"Please do not be disrespectful."
Valesa's tone carried a hint of anger, but it wasn't too obvious.
Perhaps it was because she was also aware of her Queen's beauty and the lustfulness of the man beside her that she was so tolerant.
Moreover, women in the Middle Ages were not as reserved as one might imagine.
Although they equally detested cheating and adultery, in an era where successful men had numerous mistresses, prostitution was legal, slavery was legal in some countries, and even illegitimate children were legitimized.
Except for a very few women who pursued extremely pure love, most women's emotional demands on men were not as strict as imagined.
After hearing Valesa's introduction, Guilliman showed a surprised expression, but inwardly, he thought, "As expected."
Francesca Findabair, it really was her.
He vaguely recalled that Valesa had mentioned this the previous night—that the Elven Queen wanted to meet him to discuss the previous transaction of anesthetic powder and several Witcher contracts.
It was just that he had been too engrossed in regaining his masculine confidence at the time and had forgotten about it.
Now, facing this stunning Elven Queen, and considering the strength and status she possessed.
Guilliman felt neither discomfort nor fear; instead, he felt it was a perfectly timed opportunity.
He was currently preparing to leave Ammonite Village and head to Vizima City.
But the primary problem currently facing him was the travel permit for Vizima City.
For someone like him, who currently lacked both prestige and status, and didn't even have acquaintances.
The appearance of the Elven Queen was as if the Goddess of Fate had plucked a string again, delivering the opportunity to safely travel to Vizima right into his hands.
It was filled with a sense of perfect coincidence.