Unlike the heroes and brave warriors in legends who overcome evil through faith and strength, Guilliman's conditions were simply too mundane.
So mundane, in fact, that the Dryad girl beside him looked up at him again, her eyes full of surprise.
Even the Lady of the Lake hadn't expected it.
The one favored by the God of Destiny, when facing her, a goddess, would actually make such vulgar requests for power and wealth.
Not fame, not glory, not justice and virtue?
Seriously, could such a worldly fellow truly defeat the powerful demon god, the source of calamity and chaotic magic, who sweeps across many worlds in the future?
Could he really save the world?
However, as a deity, the Lady of the Lake understood the power of the God of Destiny far better than those ignorant mortals.
He is the only god in the Witcher world capable of confronting the God of Calamity and Chaos, and the only powerful deity capable of saving this world from that demon god.
It could even be said that the God of Destiny is the embodiment of this world's rules and will.
Thousands of years ago, long before chaotic magic invaded this world, the God of Destiny had already prepared to fight the God of Calamity and Chaos.
Although Guilliman's arrival caused some twists in this prophecy, the Lady of the Lake was still willing to trust the God of Destiny's arrangements and offer her support.
Looking at the Witcher before her, she extended a fair, slender finger and lightly tapped.
A parchment scroll, like a treasure map, appeared before Guilliman.
"This is the family treasure of a great noble from Temeria, buried within the country during the Battle of Falka a hundred years ago."
"Time has passed, this family has vanished into history, and this treasure has become an unknown secret, sealed at the bottom of the lake."
"Take it, then recruit companions you approve of, and together go deal with the minions of the evil god Dagon in Lake Vizima."
"Once your efforts begin to show results, I will tell you the locations of more treasures."
Guilliman reached out and took the treasure map, looking at the graceful, faintly visible figure of the goddess before him, and couldn't help but ask in surprise:
"My Lady, I haven't done anything yet. Is it truly alright for you to give me a treasure just like that?"
Hearing this, the Lady of the Lake revealed a fleeting, beautiful smile on her face and said in a gentle voice:
"Worldly wealth holds no meaning for me."
"If it can be used to gain a warrior like you to fight against those evil beings, it will be more meaningful for the living creatures of this world."
Listening to the goddess's melodious voice, Guilliman secretly nodded.
It seemed that while this Lady of the Lake had her own little schemes, she was worthy of being a goddess of the good alignment, at least more trustworthy than those evil gods and demons.
He just didn't know how much money was in this so-called great noble's family treasure, enough to cover his daily fish-blasting expenses.
Just as he was feeling a little pleased by the Lady of the Lake's generous act, the goddess before him cupped her hands together.
A fist-sized, horn-shaped, colorful conch appeared in her palm.
She held the magical conch in one hand and took Guilliman's hand with the other, then placed the conch onto his palm.
Her voice was gentle, like a holy goddess in an epic fairy tale bestowing a gift upon a brave warrior, as she said:
"This conch has been by my side for a thousand years."
"It is a treasure I discovered while traveling the seabed, possessing the power to purify evil, and it has already been imbued with my aura."
"As long as you silently recite my name in your heart, it can transmit your voice to my ears, and I can also communicate with you through it, offering you some assistance."
Saying this, the Lady of the Lake didn't wait for Guilliman to ask. She leaned forward, bringing with her an incredibly natural and harmonious fragrance, and whispered into his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"My true name is Vivian, warrior."
"Please do not forget this name."
"When you are ready to fight the avatar of the evil god Dagon, we will meet again."
After saying this, a gentle breeze swept by.
The beautiful Lady of the Lake had already vanished from the Witcher's sight.
Guilliman clutched his slightly warm chest, sighing with emotion. Lady of the Lake Vivian was indeed extraordinarily charming, and a little cunning too.
She even knew to use a honey trap on him at the very last moment of their meeting.
No wonder so many noble knights in legends were willing to abandon their worldly status and wealth just to follow this goddess.
Too bad, I've seen it all.
Although he felt a slight flutter, he was immune to this level of honey trap.
Calming his emotions, Guilliman casually placed the treasure map into his storage space, then picked up the magical conch and examined it several times.
He found that this conch indeed possessed extraordinary power; not only was its appearance extremely beautiful, but simply holding it caused a sacred power to continuously surge into his body, seemingly having a strong purifying ability against evil forces.
Truly worthy of being a treasure bestowed by a goddess.
Indeed, working for deities of the good alignment was more comfortable.
They not only asked for little but offered generous rewards, even allowing advances on payment, so there was no need to worry about being cheated.
Compared to them, those unruly commoners of the North were like toads in a cesspit, deserving of eating filth.
Guilliman glanced over and saw that the Dryad girl was still kneeling there, seemingly unaware that the Lady of the Lake had left, and the goddess had no intention of saying goodbye to her either.
Alas, indeed.
The treatment people received could not be compared.
He was almost 100% certain that he must have been noticed by a higher-ranking deity than the Lady of the Lake; otherwise, he wouldn't have received such courtesy.
Just like Geralt.
If he hadn't been Ciri, the Child of Destiny's adoptive father, and hadn't been favored by destiny, he believed that those gods and good fortune would never have favored him either.
Guilliman reached out and helped the Dryad girl up, seeing that Bu'er's eyes were still dazed, looking innocent and adorable.
He thought that his lessons on having children with her had just begun, and if such a cute Dryad girl were left to live in the dangerous Vizima swamps, she might die at the hands of monsters or vile humans someday.
Such a waste of natural beauty could not be allowed to happen.
His expression suddenly became serious. He placed his hands on the Dryad girl's shoulders and looked at Bu'er with genuine eyes, saying:
"Bu'er, you must have heard my conversation with the Lady of the Lake."
"I am about to go confront those evil undersea creatures that threaten all land creatures, and also the safety of the Dryad race."
"This is a sacred mission given to me by the Lady of the Lake, to fight to save this world."
"Can you be my companion and fight with me?"
"I need your help!"
Hearing the Witcher's words, the Dryad girl, who had been somewhat drowsy from the Lady of the Lake's pronouncements about evil gods, war, and saving the world, suddenly perked up.
Hearing that the Witcher was actually inviting her to save the world and defeat the evil creatures of the deep sea, this pure and kind Dryad girl hesitated for a few seconds due to her own weak strength.
However, thinking that Guilliman also intended to conceive the future heroes of the Dryad race with her, she gritted her teeth and said:
"Mr. Guilliman, although my strength is very weak,"
"if I can help you, I am willing to stay by your side."
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