Just as the Witcher was lost in thought, gazing at Priscilla, who stood out in the crowd...
The female bard also spotted Guilliman, who stood head and shoulders above the rest.
Special people always attract each other.
Not to mention, the Witcher was wearing high-end, expensive-looking dragon hide armor, was a head taller than the men around him, and was accompanied by a group of burly men from the Skellige Isles; he clearly wasn't an ordinary person.
Seeing the golden-haired beauty's gaze fall upon him, the Witcher offered a gentle smile and nodded at her.
Then, he took the initiative, pushing aside the crowd in front of him and, with a few strides, walked up to Priscilla.
A pleasant gardenia-scented perfume wafted from the young woman.
Though she was a bard who traveled far and wide, it seemed the young woman still paid great attention to her personal hygiene and appearance.
Noticing that the young bard was still staring intently at him, seemingly having noticed his unusual amber cat-like vertical pupils.
Guilliman extended his hand, taking Priscilla's delicate small hand. Feeling a thin layer of calluses on each of her fingers, likely from playing her instrument daily, he smiled and said:
"Hello, Miss Priscilla."
"Let's get acquainted. I am Guilliman, a Witcher, currently on a commission for Princess Adda."
"May I invite you for a drink? There are some matters I'd like to discuss with you."
Since he had met a character he liked from the game, taking the initiative was Guilliman's style.
Aside from Priscilla being a very attractive woman, even if it was just to hear the beautiful song 'The Wolf's Storm' a few more times, he would still go up and make her acquaintance.
He knew that bards were a group of people who loved strange tales, adventure, and participating in all sorts of legendary stories.
As a Witcher, this identity alone was very appealing to bards, not to mention he also mentioned Princess Adda's name.
If there was any captivating story in Vizima that would most pique a bard's interest, it would certainly be the tale of Princess Adda and the Striga's curse.
Sure enough, with a series of well-aimed moves...
Priscilla's eyes immediately lit up. She slung her lute behind her back, a curious expression on her face, and said:
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Witcher."
"This is my first time meeting a Witcher."
"May I ask what you wish to discuss with me?"
"Oh, how about I treat you to a drink, and then you tell me Princess Adda's story, alright?"
"I'm so curious about it."
Guilliman nodded at her words, a trustworthy, gentle expression on his face, but inwardly he was complaining:
Hey, hey, hey, young lady, you can't be like this!
I've only said a few words, and you're already foolishly letting me lead you away.
If you ran into a bad person, you'd definitely end up as a puff pastry.
The group arrived at the Hairy Bear Inn and immediately occupied a corner.
Guilliman was never stingy with his subordinates' expenses, ordering plenty of drinks and delicious food for everyone to enjoy heartily.
He always believed that if his employees received their due rewards, they would create more value for the boss.
To develop an organization, the important thing is not to exploit employees, but to cultivate their strength, to make it bigger and stronger.
Once everyone was seated, Priscilla eagerly began to inquire about Princess Adda's story.
Although most of the people in Vizima knew something about it, how could they know more than Guilliman, a transmigrator, a fellow Witcher just like Geralt?
Whether it was the origin of the Striga's curse, the Witcher's methods for dealing with the Striga, some details of the battle, or the various swordsmanship and exorcism rituals used by the Witcher, he could explain it all eloquently and captivatingly.
Coupled with his fluent speech and humorous narrative style, Guilliman's storytelling quickly captured Priscilla's attention, making the young bard's eyes sparkle with excitement and focused intensity.
Even Blackbeard and the sailors, who initially had little interest and had heard the story before, were drawn in by his narration and listened with great enthusiasm.
By the time the entire story of the White Wolf Geralt and the Striga's curse was finished...
Both Priscilla and Blackbeard along with the sailors all wore joyful smiles, as if they had just watched a thrilling movie.
"You told it so well, Mr. Witcher."
"It's almost as if you yourself were the White Wolf, having personally experienced the whole thing."
Priscilla's eyes were sparkling.
Because she had heard a good story, the young woman was so excited that there were tiny beads of sweat on her face and nose, and the fragrance from her body became even more intense.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she hastily pulled out some paper and a notebook from the pouch at her waist.
Then, somewhat lost in thought, she began to write continuously in the notebook, seemingly wanting to record all the stories she had heard and the inspirations that came to her.
Watching Priscilla's focused, diligently adorable expression, Guilliman also showed an appreciative look from the side.
It wasn't that he appreciated diligent people.
Rather, he appreciated beautiful and diligent people; simply put, he was a face-con.
After about five or six minutes...
Priscilla finished writing down the details of the story she had heard and the inspirations in her mind. She let out a soft sigh, a happy expression on her face, as if she had completed a major task.
She turned to look at the Witcher and found Guilliman staring at her intently, his eyes playful, a half-smile on his face.
The young bard's face couldn't help but flush slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed by her earlier rude behavior.
She looked at the Witcher and explained:
"I apologize, Mr. Guilliman, I was rude just now. Please don't mind it."
"A bard's inspiration is always fleeting. If I don't quickly write it down, I'll definitely forget it later."
Guilliman nodded, ordered a glass of mead for the young woman, and then said:
"I don't mind at all, Miss Priscilla."
"Now, let's talk about business."
Hearing that it was time to talk business, Priscilla's expression also became serious.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
She still had no idea what this Mr. Witcher wanted to discuss with her.
Did a Witcher also need a bard's help with something?
Guilliman took a sip of red wine and said in a calm voice:
"Actually, what I need you for isn't difficult; it's practically your profession."
"The story of the White Wolf Geralt and the Striga's curse you just heard, it has a sequel."
"When Princess Adda grew up, she discovered that the Striga's curse hadn't been completely cleansed; it still lurked within her, growing with her, and could relapse at any time."
"And at that moment, a Witcher named Guilliman arrived in Vizima."
"He first demonstrated his powerful combat ability, clearing most of the monsters in the city's sewers in just one day."
"Subsequently, at the recommendation of Captain Vincent of the guards, this Witcher met the King of Temeria and the beautiful, grown-up princess."
"The story of the Striga's curse began again."
At this point, Guilliman winked at Priscilla and said with a smile:
"That's right, Miss Priscilla."
"I came to you because I want you to help me create a story unique to Guilliman, the Witcher."
"I hope that in the future, everyone in the entire North, and even the whole world, will hear the story of the legendary Witcher Master, Guilliman."
After hearing the Witcher's words, Priscilla was somewhat stunned, taking a long time to react.
Aside from certain narcissistic kings or great nobles, few people would actively ask bards to create poems or stories for them.
Especially not a Witcher.
Priscilla looked at the man in front of her, at his handsome yet confident smile, and couldn't help but wonder to herself.
Could it be that Mr. Guilliman is one of those super narcissistic people?
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