So that's how it is.
Though it was only a few words, Guilliman's quick mind immediately understood the Night Queen's meaning.
Indeed, according to historical records, when the High Vampire race first arrived in this world through the Conjunction of Spheres, they actually still possessed fertility and had quite a few descendants.
Regis, the Night Queen, Dettlaff, Orianna, and other new generation High Vampires were all born during this period.
Their race originally lived in another world and did not need to consume human blood to survive.
In the vampires' world, there were no humans; creatures called Blood Beasts were the High Vampires' primary food source.
However, after arriving in this world, nearly a thousand years passed.
Aside from transforming some Low Vampires through their vital blood, the High Vampires could no longer produce new offspring, and their numbers grew smaller and smaller.
They could only survive by hiding within human society.
Perhaps this was the world's rule, a restriction on these powerful beings, preventing their numbers from proliferating.
Yet, he, with his ability to transcend this world, could reactivate the souls of High Female Vampires, allowing them to bear offspring again.
No wonder the Night Queen was so excited, specially writing to invite him to the Night House for a 'freebie'.
Upon learning this, Guilliman felt a sense of relief.
Fortunately, his strength was formidable enough, and he had already made quite a name for himself in Vizima during this time, becoming known as a Master Witcher in many people's mouths, attracting all sorts of attention.
If it had been an unknown ordinary person, he might have been quietly abducted by the Night Queen.
Locked in a small room, exploited daily.
The unknown is always the most dangerous.
Now that he knew the truth, it was time for negotiations.
Guilliman grinned.
"I understand what you mean, Lady Night Queen."
"You want me to help you have children."
"But you might not know that using my special ability requires both parties to be willing, and there must be an interval of at least a month between each use, and it's also very draining for me."
"Moreover, I am a Witcher."
"I'm sure you've already heard the rumor that Witchers cannot procreate."
"Given that,"
"Why should I expend so much effort? What benefits can I gain?"
Being able to run such a large, high-class establishment and constantly interact with various high-ranking figures in Vizima, the Night Queen was not foolish.
She, of course, understood that the Witcher was asking for benefits.
For High Vampires, they possess power that almost surpasses all mortals, and they have extremely long lifespans.
Aside from certain High Sorcerers who can kill them with special methods, only internecine killing among their own kind can strike fear into High Vampires.
Compared to having a precious descendant, what does anything in the mortal world matter?
The Night Queen revealed an extremely seductive smile, her voice calm and confident as she said:
"From now on, you can call me Anabella; that is my true name."
"So, tell me, Witcher, what do you desire?"
"If you want money, I can give you two thousand orens every month as compensation for your hard work."
"If you want beautiful women, you can choose one of my three daughters; I will have her serve you for a hundred years, until you tire of her."
"If you want power, I can inject more of my vital blood into your body, making you a higher-ranking blood relative than my three daughters, possessing a long lifespan, an extremely robust physique, and a body that can regenerate at will."
"As for the inability to procreate, hehe, you don't need to worry about that either."
"The way we High Vampires procreate is different from what you humans imagine."
"Even if you are a Witcher, you can still have a strong descendant with me."
"Being able to have a child should also fulfill a dream for you Witchers, shouldn't it?"
Indeed.
The conditions offered by the Night Queen, Anabella, were extremely generous, even fulfilling the three major dreams of an ordinary man.
Money, women, and power!
It seemed she truly desired to have a child and was genuinely willing to pay a hefty price.
This act, almost akin to being kept by a wealthy woman, also greatly tempted Guilliman.
In this transaction, he barely needed to pay any price; apart from a bit of physical effort and time, it was practically a freebie.
Moreover, how many advancement points High Vampires could provide was something he had always been quite curious about.
Looking at the Night Queen, whose appearance and figure were all nine out of ten or higher, and who possessed a unique aura, if he didn't agree to this, would he even be considered a man?
Guilliman reached out and, with a forceful tug, directly tore the red gown from Anabella's body, revealing her snow-white skin and her graceful, curvaceous figure.
He pressed the naked Night Queen onto the sofa, extended a finger, and toyed with her blood-red lips, saying with a somewhat flippant tone:
"My beautiful Lady Anabella, I am a very greedy man."
"Money, power, and women."
"Everything you mentioned, I want it all."
"But don't worry, this isn't a losing deal for you."
"Since you already know about my uniqueness, why not look a little further ahead."
"My potential is definitely far beyond your imagination."
"A small investment you make in me will yield a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold, return in the future."
"Please don't be stingy with this small contribution; in the future, perhaps the entire High Vampire race will need my help."
Being so dominantly pressed onto the sofa by Guilliman, looking at his confident face and strong physique, Anabella's face unconsciously showed a hint of intoxicated blush.
She bit down slightly, instantly breaking the Witcher's finger, and as she savored the rich taste of the perfect Witcher's blood, the Night Queen's eyes filled with intoxication.
"What a captivating scent; no wonder Annie and the others are so reluctant to let go."
"Hehe, Mr. Guilliman, please remember what you said tonight."
"I will forever keep the promises you made in my heart."
"If you dare to break this promise, then I will surely drain your blood and burn your withered bones to a pile of ashes."
Guilliman grinned, believing that the High Female Vampire beneath him possessed such an ability.
However, at such an intimate moment, saying something so mood-killing was truly inappropriate.
He grabbed the Night Queen's chin, and with his other hand, he positioned the High Female Vampire into a very shameful pose, then snorted and said:
"Right now, you are the one who needs something from me, Anabella."
...When Guilliman opened his eyes again the next morning, Anabella was already gone, and on the exquisite bedside table, there was a large money bag, containing exactly two thousand orens, emitting the unique glow of gold coins.
This was an amount an ordinary worker couldn't earn even if he worked for twenty years without eating or drinking.
But it was merely his compensation for one night.
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