Time passed quickly, four days.
During this time, Blackbeard Zodd completed the handover of the merchant ship and began to recall his past sailors.
He had also written to his witcher uncle and mercenary partners on the Skellige Islands, inviting them to work in Vizima.
It was believed that in about half a month, the Bear School witchers and a team of elite Skellige warriors would join Guilliman's command and work for him.
Triss was indeed a talented sorceress.
Based on the principles of the Northern Wind Bomb and the Anti-Magic Bomb, she replaced the materials inside the bomb that created magical ice.
She changed it to thunderstone that could release a large amount of electric current and changed its internal structure, finally creating an advanced alchemical bomb called the Thunder Explosion Bomb.
However, because the materials for this bomb were relatively expensive, and it was the first time it was produced, the production cost was quite high and not suitable for large-scale use.
Triss patted her chest and guaranteed that if she was given another half a month, she would probably be able to compress the cost of this alchemical bomb to about the same level as the Northern Wind Bomb.
About thirty orens each, with a killing range of about fifteen meters in diameter underwater.
If it could electrocute thirty drowners at once, it would be worth the price.
Not only that, because of her close relationship with Margarita, Guilliman directly went through the back door and sent someone to bring Berengar from Murivel to Vizima City.
He arranged for him to live in a house not far from Shani's house, where he received Margarita's treatment while teaching Alvin basic swordsmanship knowledge and various physical training.
Although the poor Berengar only had one arm left, the witcher's combat effectiveness was outstanding, and he could use some signs and swordsmanship with one hand.
After all, it was making the most of his talents, able to protect Shani and these elderly and weak women.
It was estimated that this poor old brother himself did not expect that in less than a month after his retirement, his newly acquainted witcher brother would hook up with the sorceress with the strongest medical magic in the world.
The hope of healing his disabled arm so quickly was simply a surprise to Berengar.
And all that Guilliman paid was to serve Margarita, the still charming headmistress, well for the next few nights.
Using prostitution to repay a favor to the sorceress.
This evening was the time for Reuven's party.
As agreed, the witcher changed into a high-end and handsome black dress suit, riding Roach, the tall horse, to wait at the palace gate.
A whole team of dozens of brightly dressed, fully armed knights, wearing fiery red Flaming Rose cloaks, escorted a gorgeous carriage to him.
The leader was a young knight with a righteous appearance, a strong physique, and a somewhat dull look.
At their first meeting, he took the lead and nodded to Guilliman, extended his arm, and introduced himself in a kind tone:
"Master Guilliman, I am Siegfried, the acting commander of the Order of the Flaming Rose."
"I am honored to meet you."
"I am under orders to escort and protect Princess Adda's safety this time, I hope you can understand."
It turned out that this young man was Siegfried, who had appeared in the game, a young knight with impeccable character, integrity, and ability.
Guilliman remembered his face, then shook hands with him politely, as a sign of acquaintance.
When the two finished greeting each other, the curtain of the gorgeous carriage was pulled open, and Princess Adda, wearing a small golden gem crown and a dignified and beautiful evening dress with a bright temperament, poked her head out of the carriage, winked at the witcher, and gave a charming smile.
Tonight, the princess, after exquisite makeup and dress, was definitely worthy of being called the most beautiful and stunning.
Her innate wild temperament, matched with the noble and elegant gorgeous dress on her body, was simply like a legendary femme fatale.
It made people a little scared, but couldn't help but be attracted by her, full of endless temptation, making people unable to take their eyes off her.
After the group came to Reuven's banquet, as the finale, Princess Adda received the highest level of welcome from everyone.
She wore high heels, revealing her fair and slender legs, and walked gracefully into the banquet hall.
Behind her followed the handsome witcher and Siegfried, the fully armed commander of the Knights, always attracting everyone's attention.
No matter who was present, everyone was shocked by Princess Adda's noble temperament and enchanting beauty.
Their eyes glowed as they stared at the noblest girl in the kingdom, and couldn't help but want to go forward and talk to her.
Unfortunately, as a circle of wealthy businessmen maintained by Reuven, these guests might be called elite businessmen among the common people, and were highly respected.
But for the noble princess, they were just small characters and not worth her attention at all.
Adda's eyes hardly left the witcher beside her, and she just casually chatted with Reuven, who had a flattering look on his face, for a few words.
After verbally accepting the great merchant's allegiance and a large amount of money and assets offered at their first meeting.
She impatiently arranged for Siegfried to take over the security of the entire banquet.
She took the witcher and sneaked into the private room arranged by the host of the banquet, ready to do the most important thing tonight.
This was an extremely luxurious guest room, the entire wall and various metal decorations were almost coated with a faint layer of gold, looking extremely magnificent.
However, before Guilliman could carefully observe the environment in this room, his mouth had already been occupied by the impatient princess.
A wet tongue, but almost one and a half times the length of an ordinary girl's, kept swirling in his mouth.
Two fair and delicate palms quickly touched his trouser belt, trying to untie the restraints there.
A long-tongued woman?
So horny?
The witcher felt a little helpless in his heart, and was about to hug the princess in front of him with both hands, so as to teach her the etiquette of doing that kind of thing.
The result was that he was pushed against the wall by a force more than twice that of ordinary people, making a muffled sound.
Princess Adda rudely tore off his black dress suit, and then tore off the shirt inside, revealing his upper body full of male hormones and strong muscles, and then bit it.
The girl's sharp teeth bit out a string of tooth marks on his chest, and blood seeped directly from the bite marks and flowed into the princess's mouth.
Hey, hey, hey! Who is playing with whom?
This is too rude!
Feeling the princess's increasingly wild movements, the witcher only felt a little pain in the balls.
Although this pain was not worth mentioning to him at all, but made him even more excited, the rules that should be told still had to be told.
He slapped Princess Adda directly on the face, and threw the princess on the bed with more wild and rough movements... This tossing lasted for two hours.
When the well-behaved Princess Adda, like a kitten, walked out of the room with a satisfied look on her face and the witcher, Reuven's banquet also came to an end.
Although the princess's face was red from being slapped, and there were traces of being whipped by a belt on other parts of her body, she didn't care at all.
On the contrary, the witcher's previous dress suit had been torn to pieces, and he could only put on the spare clothes in the storage space and wear them on his body, which was somewhat out of place with the gorgeous clothes in the banquet.
Adda took Guilliman's arm sweetly and whispered her love for the witcher.
"Dear master, I don't know when the next opportunity to have such a sweet date with you will be."
"When you hugged me just now, I felt filled, with a sense of security and fulfillment that I had never had before."
"Actually, you are my first man. Although the old maids in the palace taught me how to please men, I have never practiced it, and no man can make me look at him differently."
"Although my father agreed to let you be my personal swordsmanship teacher, he only allows me to have one swordsmanship lesson a week."
"The rest of the time, I have to learn all kinds of other courses."
Speaking of this, Adda wrinkled her nose, rarely showing a girlish look, and said:
"Hmph, I don't know what's the use of learning so many useless things."
"Like etiquette, flower arrangement, heraldry, music and poetry."
"These things can neither help me train my soldiers well, nor can they help us defeat Nilfgaard."
"My father wants me to become a lady, but I don't like that myself."
"In the future, I will also be like my father, personally go to the battlefield to command the soldiers, so that I will be loved by the soldiers and become the queen who controls the army."
"My body is now stronger than a man's, and I will definitely be able to do it well."
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