Although Guilliman acted quite kindly, showing no hostility whatsoever.
The perfect Witcher's blood in the gilded platter he held emitted a rich aroma, far surpassing that of ordinary human blood, making the vampire girls drool with desire.
But even so, the three beautiful vampires still dared not act rashly, merely staring at the Witcher and the blood in his hand with uncertain, surprised gazes, their eyes full of longing.
Just then, a lazy female voice suddenly came from not far away.
"Hmm~! What an enticing aroma!"
"Even I can't help but want to taste it."
"It seems this Witcher gentleman knows quite a few secrets."
"But, don't you know?"
"Even a Witcher shouldn't easily step into a monster's lair; it's a very dangerous thing. A slight misstep and you'll be eaten until not even bones are left, oh."
Listening to these words, tinged with a faint threat but full of lazy teasing.
Guilliman turned his head to look.
He saw an extremely enchanting and beautiful woman with a full, tall figure and a rather lazy demeanor, who had appeared on the stairs not far from him at some unknown time. She was leaning on the stair railing, staring at him with a playful smile, and even provocatively licked the corner of her mouth.
Even his keen Witcher senses hadn't detected when this beauty had approached.
No need to guess, this must be the legendary high-ranking female vampire hidden in Vizima, the Queen of the Night.
She was a powerful, high-level Monster Girl far surpassing ordinary people, at least on the level of a Transcendent Being, an existence even a full-strength Geralt would be unwilling to face.
However, Guilliman was not afraid. After exchanging glances with the Queen of the Night, he nodded in a friendly manner and said:
"A monster's lair?"
"Heh heh, beautiful lady, you shouldn't say that."
"Unlike those ordinary Witchers, I don't believe all monsters are truly monsters."
"Only those whose hands are stained with the blood of innocents are monsters in my eyes."
"And creatures that can communicate normally with me, possess normal emotions, and have normal intelligence are actually no different from ordinary humans."
"In fact, many humans do things far more evil than those monsters."
Guilliman expressed his true views, not mentioning his strict requirements for a monster's appearance.
He wasn't afraid of the vampires turning hostile.
The House of Night was located in the most prosperous part of Vizima's bustling district, and it was daytime, with crowds of people on the streets, making it quite lively.
If the two of them really started fighting, it wouldn't take long for the place to be surrounded by the army or even the Royal Sorcerers.
At that point, even if the Queen of the Night could escape, her beautiful vampires wouldn't, which would be a heavy loss and simply not worth it.
After exchanging glances with the beautiful vampires in the hall, he flashed his handsome smile and continued:
"I came today with good intentions, hoping to become friends with you ladies, and wishing for us to spend some intense and romantic time together."
"I am willing to pay with blood, or with gold coins if that's preferred."
"May I ask, which beautiful lady is willing to give it a try with me?"
Hearing him say this, the three girls in the hall exchanged glances, their expressions wavering.
The Queen of the Night, however, who was leaning on the stairs, showed a playful smile. She stared at Guilliman intently for more than ten seconds before turning to her beautiful subordinates and saying:
"Girls, this Witcher gentleman doesn't seem to be lying."
"I see strong desire in his eyes, very strong desire."
"It seems he is a gentleman loyal to his desires."
"Perhaps we really can become friends, who knows."
"Haven't you always been curious what a Witcher's body tastes like?"
"Of course, I won't force you."
"But I still hope you can be a little more enthusiastic and give our special guest some special attention."
"Witcher's blood, I'm curious what that tastes like too."
After saying this, the mysterious Queen of the Night did not conceal her power. In front of Guilliman, she vanished in the blink of an eye.
Her speed was so fast that even he, a formidable Witcher, only caught a glimpse of a shadow.
After this high-ranking vampire left, the three girls in the hall exchanged glances.
The seemingly bold ascetic beauty and the voluptuous beauty did not act, still somewhat hesitant.
Instead, the girl who was as delicate as a doll, petite, with long golden hair and clear sky-Blue Eyes, stepped down from her high stool and slowly walked over to Guilliman.
She first bent down and sucked a few mouthfuls from the gilded platter filled with blood with her pink tongue.
Then she looked up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her fair hand, licked her pink lips, and, looking Guilliman in the eye, said in a somewhat ethereal voice:
"My sisters call me Blue Eyes. I prefer rougher men."
"Come to my room."
"Don't pity me, Mr. Witcher, give me an unforgettable memory."
...The next few days were another memorable time.
During this period, he fulfilled the first requirement for advancement.
At this point, the cunning Deep Blue System, as he expected, gave the second requirement for advancement.
A full thousand points of soul power would be consumed as fuel during the soul advancement process.
And the Witcher, who had long been prepared, looked at his total soul power, which had already reached nine hundred and fifty-five points, with an excited smile.
Next.
Whether it was going outside the city to kill a few monsters and absorb their souls, or killing a few scoundrels within the city, it wouldn't take too long.
As long as he was prepared, his first soul advancement could begin.