After the aura of the Lady of the Lake dissipated, everyone present looked at each other, not understanding what had just happened.
In response, Guilliman could only patiently explain to everyone, telling them that dealing with the fishemen here was not just to reclaim this archipelago and establish a Witcher Academy.
It was also because of his agreement with the Goddess, to strive for world peace.
Haha, for world peace.
Of course, this grand, empty goal did not resonate with the crowd; perhaps the bard lady might still harbor some fantasies.
However, the three members of the Bear School were already old hands.
They had lived for decades, fought in wars, worked as bodyguards, and handled some commissions related to deities. They would no longer be moved by such hypocritically noble goals.
Furthermore, the Lady of the Lake's reputation was mainly known in Toussaint and surrounding countries.
In the Skellige Isles, where the Bear School originated, only the faith of Goddess Freya was most respected by the Skelligers.
"But boss, you really are a special Witcher."
"To be able to speak with a goddess at any time and receive her protection."
"I think I've heard of such people in stories, saints favored by gods."
"Those are the ones whose bodies, after death, are enshrined by their followers, and temples are built for them."
"I didn't expect such a figure to exist among us Witchers."
"If there are any more monster-hunting missions in the future, just come find us."
"Given our friendship, we can give you a ten percent discount."
Gerd had a very jocular personality. Although today's battle had left them scarred, they didn't feel the danger at all; instead, they enjoyed it and were willing to continue working for Guilliman.
For such teammates, Guilliman was, of course, more than happy.
He immediately said:
"That would truly be my honor, Gerd, Lambert, and Eskel."
"As you've seen, these fishemen cannot be wiped out in a single battle."
"It will probably take about another month to finish the fighting here."
"And you might not know that somewhere in Lake Vizima, there's also a hidden altar of the evil god Dagon."
"To completely eradicate the evil creatures here, we will inevitably have a direct confrontation with this evil god Dagon."
"This job of yours should last a very long time."
Guilliman smiled at the three Witchers and said generously:
"As long as you don't mind, you can work for me for the entire year, easily earning over a thousand orens, and perhaps even two thousand orens."
"Furthermore, once the Witcher Academy is established, I welcome you to stay here and work part-time as teachers."
"You can teach a group of apprentices willing to learn Bear School techniques, passing on the Bear School's skills."
"As teachers here, not only will you not need to provide any fees, but I will also pay you a good salary, allowing you to live a decent life."
"Of course, I won't force you, but we Witchers who are still alive should help each other and unite."
"When you need help, you can come to me anytime."
Guilliman was also quite adept at painting a rosy picture.
Moreover, the promises he made were all achievable in the future, not merely deceptive.
Hearing the generous conditions offered by Guilliman, the three of them looked at each other for a few seconds, somewhat incredulous.
To live a decent life and receive a few excellent apprentices was probably the lifelong pursuit for most Witchers.
Despite it being their first collaboration, this guy in front of them claimed he could fulfill both of their wishes simultaneously.
As seasoned Witchers with decades of experience, the three of them dared not believe such good fortune would fall upon them.
Guilliman didn't insist. He always held goodwill towards those willing to cooperate with him.
With the resources he commanded, achieving a win-win situation was not difficult, and he was willing to let everyone win.
In any case, there was still a long time ahead, and time would reveal true feelings.
He believed that as long as he treated people sincerely, like-minded companions would always rally around him in the future.
After talking with Gerd and the others, Guilliman cautiously cast a Quen shield on himself and then walked towards the five massive forest trolls.
"Hey! Troll brothers!"
"Can you understand me?"
He spoke as slowly as possible, so the trolls wouldn't misunderstand.
However, these trolls, who worshipped the Lady of the Lake, were clearly more intelligent than those outside the island. They understood him easily and nodded in response.
Looking at these powerful, thick-skinned troll warriors, Guilliman immediately had the idea of making them do manual labor and help him.
Didn't they say trolls had an architectural talent?
When the Witcher Academy was built on the island in the future, it would be the perfect time for these civil engineering brothers to contribute.
However, as a competent boss, he knew very well that to make the ox run, you had to feed it grass.
Even if the other party was a low-intelligence troll, he was prepared to fulfill some of their wishes, manage their relationship well, and then direct them to work.
So, he cleared his throat and said to the largest troll:
"Troll brother, please tell me your names."
"The Lady of the Lake wants you to help us establish ourselves on this island."
"I need your help now. Can you come with me?"
In troll tribes, status was probably determined by their size and combat prowess.
Hearing Guilliman's words, the largest troll first shook its head, considered for a few seconds, then nodded heavily and said:
"Me… name, Bangbang!"
"Goddess… told us… help you."
"You… lead the way!"
This troll, named Bangbang, spoke relatively clearly, though it couldn't form complete sentences, only individual words.
However, its meaning was simple, and Guilliman understood immediately.
Just as he was about to lead these five trolls back near the Black Hawk, to have them help with manual labor...
He noticed that Bangbang turned around and mumbled something to the other four trolls.
Subsequently, those four trolls each carried two or three mutated fishemen corpses and walked deep into the forest.
"Bangbang, where are your companions going? Aren't they supposed to follow me?"
Bangbang held a giant spiked club in one hand, its expression a bit comically ugly, and said:
"Food… take back… Goddess's instruction… take back."
"Tribe… everyone… come help."
In just two short sentences, Guilliman understood the troll's meaning and even felt a touch of admiration for its intelligence.
Bangbang actually knew not to blindly follow orders, letting its companions take the food back and call more trolls to help.
He just wondered how many trolls were on Black Tern Island.
If the number of these trolls was sufficient, perhaps they could serve as a powerful protective force for his future academy.
After all, wild trolls were already quite difficult to deal with; their strength was more than ten times that of ordinary humans, and even Witchers couldn't contend with them.
If these trolls were also equipped with metal gear and allowed to reproduce in large numbers, who knows, they might even form a troll army that could sweep across the continent.
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