Dressed and with a money pouch containing two thousand orens stuffed into his storage space, Guilliman's expression was a bit complex.
He never imagined that he, a dignified transmigrator, would be reduced to earning money in such a way. It was simply too shameful.
However, two thousand orens were too tempting; it was enough to buy a manor in Temeria.
It was equivalent to the rich older sister giving him a manor every month.
He wondered how much wealth Ambers, the Queen of the Night, had accumulated over the past few centuries to be able to be so generous.
Guilliman walked down to the first-floor hall, originally planning to stroll around the city and continue purchasing combat supplies to prepare for the upcoming battle with the fishemen.
Suddenly, he saw the doll-like beauty Annie, the voluptuous beauty, and the ascetic beauty on the sofa where he had battled Ambers last night.
These three vampire daughters of Ambers were either guarding the door or guarding him, their prey.
In any case, the three of them maintained elegant postures, charming smiles, and eyes sparkling like kittens eyeing their prey, watching him descend the stairs step by step.
Seeing these three little gluttons looking at him with hungry eyes, the witcher knew that he definitely wouldn't be able to leave the house this morning; he had to feed them first.
Money, beauties, and power.
Of the three conditions he had agreed upon with the Queen of the Night, besides two thousand orens each month, among the three vampire beauties, he chose the petite, but most affectionate, doll-like beauty Annie.
As for the final choice of power...
He, a perfect witcher, a man destined to ascend to godhood in the future, would naturally not choose to become a lesser vampire, inferior even to a higher vampire.
The conditions he negotiated with Ambers were somewhat similar to those with Francesca.
If he encountered any dangerous battles in the future and needed her help, he hoped this high-ranking vampire would intervene to protect him.
Compared to one-time power, this kind of 'calling for backup' condition was the best choice for a witcher.
Guilliman had a plan in mind.
Ordinary fishemen, he could still crush with his own combat strength and deal with them slowly.
But for Dagon, the evil sea god on par with the Lady of the Lake, he wouldn't be so confident as to think he could easily defeat this monster.
Calling for a wave of helpers and having a righteous group beating would be a good way to deal with a Boss.
By the time Guilliman left the House of the Night, it was already noon.
The witcher's face was pale from blood loss. He clutched his subtly aching kidney, not even bothering to eat lunch, and fled from this high-class establishment.
Three physically strong vampire beauties were even more troublesome than six human girls.
Moreover, these three vampires had been starved for two whole weeks.
If he had stayed another night, Guilliman probably would have had to rely on consuming soul power to heal his injuries.
As for Annie, his new vampire maid, he planned to take her away after his merchant ship was settled.
Otherwise, if he put her at Shani's house, who knew what kind of trouble she might cause.
Just as he walked out of the House of the Night's door, the witcher was about to head to the commercial street when he was suddenly stopped by a voice that had been waiting nearby.
"Lord Guilliman, please wait."
Hearing the somewhat hurried footsteps, Guilliman turned his head and saw a woman dressed in a high-class maid's outfit.
Her appearance was average, her figure a bit plump, but her face seemed somewhat familiar, though he couldn't recall exactly who it was.
Before he could even speak, the other party lowered her head and respectfully said:
"Master Guilliman, I am Princess Adda's personal handmaiden. Princess Adda invites you to see her now."
"Do you have time now, please?"
Oh, so it was that inconspicuous handmaiden by Princess Adda's side. No wonder she looked familiar but he didn't know her.
He could only blame Adda for being too flirtatious. Even though she was sickly, every time the curse was lifted, she still tried to seduce him.
Hmph! She was just lusting after his 'little brother'.
However, after all, she was a kingdom's princess, and the most favored heir to the throne, so refusing would always be difficult.
The fee from Rivaden was also in hand. For such a big patron who proactively came to offer money, Princess Adda surely wouldn't refuse.
Guilliman nodded and said to the personal handmaiden:
"Then you lead the way. Don't keep Her Royal Highness waiting too long."
...The Royal Palace of Vizima was still magnificent. This was his third time here.
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