Free of charge?
Hmph! You don't charge money, but you want to... Guilliman felt a pain in his kidneys just thinking about how he was almost drained dry by the vampire beauties of the House of Night during his first three days in Vizima.
Although a Witcher's stamina is strong and their energy is boundless, many times that of an ordinary person, even the strongest man can't endure such continuous demands!
As if sensing Guilliman's reluctance, the doll-like beauty Anne grew anxious.
She cunningly pulled open her dress and, with a tearful expression, pleaded:
"Please, Mr. Guilliman, Lord Guilliman, my master."
"I crave your blood. Just let me have a taste, and I'll agree to whatever games you want to play."
Guilliman hadn't expected his blood to have such a strong attraction for vampires.
After only two weeks, Anne couldn't help but come to him, looking so humble.
His gaze swept over her beautiful face and her large, white mounds.
Ultimately, he couldn't bear to see such a doll-like beauty with such a pleading expression. He could only sigh and make a small cut on his index finger, then place it into Anne's cherry-red mouth.
Blood flowed from his finger into her mouth.
Anne's face immediately showed an expression of satisfaction and enjoyment. She was a cute and beautiful woman with a youthful face; such an expression, coupled with her half-undressed state, was truly too alluring, making one feel restless.
Just as Guilliman was considering whether to do something, he heard a light patter of footsteps.
The Dryad girl Bu'er came down the stairs from the second floor, looking happy.
When she saw the scene between the Witcher and the vampire beauty in the living room, she first looked confused, then said with a sudden realization:
"Mr. Guilliman, are you... are you also practicing making babies?"
Today, the Dryad girl had been meticulously dressed by Caroline and Shani. Her emerald-green hair was tied into two ponytails, and she wore a light-colored, floral long dress. Her ample chest filled the dress to the brim.
She looked less wild and more like an adorable, innocent girl next door.
As a member of the Dryad race, Bu'er didn't understand what jealousy was, nor did she have the modesty of an ordinary girl.
Upon seeing the slightly ambiguous atmosphere in the living room, instead of wanting to distance herself, she approached the two, as if wanting to observe and learn, with innocent, deer-like eyes, watching intently.
With such a little third wheel, Guilliman lost his interest in doing anything else, even if he wanted to.
Fortunately, Shani was still at work, and Caroline had gone to deliver dinner to Shali. Alvin was probably still reading and studying upstairs.
Otherwise, seeing the famous head beauty of the House of Night specifically coming to invite him to a club for free wouldn't know what kind of misunderstanding it would cause.
He withdrew his finger, then reached out and patted the Dryad girl's head. Turning to the somewhat reluctant vampire beauty Anne, he said:
"Alright, Anne, you should go back for now."
"I've received the Queen of Night's invitation. I will go to the House of Night tonight."
"We'll meet again then."
Seeing the Witcher accept the invitation, Anne's expression immediately became very excited. The thought of being able to freely enjoy his essence again tonight almost made the vampire beauty tremble all over.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the Witcher's lips, saying sweetly:
"Then our sisters will go back and prepare now. We welcome Lord Guilliman's visit tonight."
After speaking, she looked at the green-skinned Dryad girl next to the Witcher with curious eyes. She seemed to have never seen such an exotic race before and was quite curious.
Guilliman impatiently waved his hand at Anne, shooing away the little glutton, then turned to the Dryad girl and said:
"Don't tell Shani or Caroline about what just happened, okay?"
"If they ask tonight, just say I went to drink with a friend, got it?"
The Dryad girl's personality had not yet been corrupted by the complexities of human society, and she remained as obedient and compliant as Guilliman liked.
She nodded cutely, then asked softly:
"Mr. Guilliman, are you going to teach others how to have babies tonight?"
"Can I come along to learn?"
...At night, Guilliman arrived at the House of Night alone.
He ultimately refused Bu'er's request to learn and did not bring the Dryad girl with him.
Mainly, he didn't want this pure little flower to be tainted with the colors of debauchery by the wanton vampire beauties.
The House of Night, the most upscale club in Vizima, was brightly lit tonight, quite conspicuous.
However, the vampires were not open for business.
Since two weeks ago, the entire House of Night had only received Guilliman as a guest. This greatly disappointed the former dignitaries, yet they dared not delve into the reasons behind it.
Although the Queen of Night's reputation was not well-known among commoners, Vizima's gang members and some well-informed people knew that she was definitely a woman not to be provoked.
A few years ago, an arrogant gang attempted to take over this high-class club by force and monopolize the beauties of the House of Night.
Then that same night, the entire gang of over a hundred people all disappeared without a trace, not even their bodies could be found.
Those guys who had already turned into sewage in the sewers were their cautionary tale.
The muscular bodyguard named Arno respectfully welcomed the Witcher into the hall after seeing him arrive.
Although he was not a member of the vampires, Arno still had some understanding of the special nature of his workplace.
Therefore, he also understood just how powerful this Witcher master, who had conquered terrifying vampires, truly was.
Facing the muscular bodyguard's welcome, Guilliman didn't stand on ceremony.
He swaggered into the House of Night's hall, initially expecting to be greeted by the familiar three vampire beauties.
But to his surprise, the Queen of Night, dressed in a vibrant red gown, with bare, snow-white feet and a face as beautiful as a red rose, was leaning back on the sofa with her long, white legs crossed, looking relaxed, as if she was waiting for him.
There was no small talk.
The Queen of Night beckoned the Witcher with a finger, and after Guilliman took a seat, she leaned into his arms like a lover in the throes of passion.
Her expression was sweet, and her eyes were captivating.
Coupled with the invisible pressure that a high-level being exerted on ordinary people, her charm was indeed extraordinary.
"Mr. Witcher, long time no see."
"I believe that after such a long time, we both have a good idea of each other's true nature."
The Queen of Night's voice was very mature and commanding, the kind that immediately made you think certain parts of her were well-endowed.
She raised her glass, took a sip of red wine, then, through a kiss, transferred half of the wine into Guilliman's mouth before saying with a smile:
"I am a high-level vampire. You Witchers may have records about us."
"You are a special Witcher. I can feel your goodwill towards us, and I have also felt your special soul and your unique abilities in my three daughters."
"Let's talk openly, Mr. Guilliman."
"You are about to face a special choice, one that could potentially change your future life."
Guilliman frowned, not quite understanding the Queen of Night's meaning.
However, he knew that the three vampire beauties at the House of Night were not truly the Queen of Night's daughters. They were originally humans or elves, but were transformed by the essence blood of a higher vampire, becoming a lower class of vampiric beings, which could be categorized as the higher vampire's kin.
The term 'daughters' was probably just the Queen of Night's personal preference.
"I don't quite understand what you mean."
"My special ability?"
"Your Majesty, Queen of Night, do you know what my special ability is?"
Since he didn't know the Queen of Night's real name, Guilliman could only address her in this way.
The Queen of Night chuckled at his words.
She looked at Guilliman with a mixture of greed, longing, admiration, and nostalgia.
She paused for two seconds, then tilted her slender neck, drained a glass of bloody red wine, and finally spoke:
"I'm not entirely sure of the specifics, Mr. Witcher."
"But I do know."
"As long as you mate with us and connect your soul with ours, you can make our high-level vampire souls, which have become stagnant, come alive again and regain their vitality."
"Since coming to this world, all the high-level blood kin of our race have lost their fertility, their souls have become decayed, and they can no longer give birth to new members."
"The rules of this world are restricting us, trying to eliminate us."
"But you are different."
"Although I don't know how long it will take, you have the ability to make me conceive a child again."
"Allowing our race to continue bearing offspring."
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