In the world of witchers.
The status of nobility is extrely high—they are the true celestial dragons.
Especially Her Royal Highness the Princess.
One could stand up anyone else, but never Princess Adda, the most favored woman in the kingdom.
Otherwise, King Foltest might dispatch an entire army to capture him and vent his anger for his beloved daughter.
After returning to Vizima city.
Kieriman finally found ti to calmly calculate the gains from his swamp expedition.
First, including the drowners cleared near the docks on the first day, he obtained over one hundred points of soul power and more than four hundred Orens in reward.
Second, he spent about ten days in Vizima swamp, with the first three days mainly focused on exploring the swamp environnt and not killing many monsters.
Only those twenty Salamander Gang bastards provided approximately two hundred fifty points of soul power total, with the two low-level sorcerers contributing one hundred points.
However, the following week's massacre on Wyvern Island was where he truly reaped bountiful rewards.
Fifteen wyverns, each providing about one hundred points of soul power on average. While not matching the one hundred twenty-five points from the two in Ammonite Village, it was still quite substantial.
If he included the twenty dragon eggs, with each egg yielding fifty points of soul power, then his Vizima swamp expedition totaled an astonishing twenty-eight hundred points of soul power—truly terrifying.
Of course, Kieriman did not absorb these twenty wyvern eggs.
Although they were only draconids, complete draconid eggs held significant value. Whether sold to sorcerers or other wealthy collectors, they could fetch high prices, as ordinary people simply couldn't obtain dragon eggs.
One of them was promised to the dryad maiden Ibol—to taste the dryad maiden's delights, he couldn't break his promise.
Unfortunately, soul power treasure troves like Wyvern Island were extrely rare.
Dragonkind was already scarce;
even though they were draconid species, the lowest of the low, not even in gas had he seen dragon groups appearing in clusters like on Wyvern Island.
One could only occasionally find one or two adult draconids in deep mountains and old forests, while truly intelligent great dragons had almost beco legends.
Elite monsters like leshens, vampires, greater wraiths, and elental giants were also quite rare, basically never appearing in groups.
Usually only one or two existed in an area, making it difficult to obtain large amounts of soul power.
Kieriman sighed inwardly, looking at the system panel showing a total of eighteen hundred points of soul power. He felt both pleased and regretful.
Indeed, only common and dense low-level monsters like drowners, nekkers, and endrega insectoids could satisfy his enormous soul power deficit.
He still needed to invest ti grinding, searching worldwide to level up quickly.
Elite monsters were good, but low-level monsters were more filling.
There were still about two days left before his appointnt with Princess Adda.
Kieriman didn't plan to enter the palace to et this wild and seductive princess either.
Otherwise, given the princess's hungry look when she watched him, they might end up getting together upon eting, then get caught red-handed by Foltest's hidden sentries.
Who knew how this king who deeply loved his daughter would deal with him then?
Even if Foltest was open-minded, he probably wouldn't want his daughter involved with a witcher.
If they were really going to do it, it couldn't be in the palace—it had to be more discreet.
Thinking this, the first place Kieriman headed was a blacksmith shop in Vizima located in the Temple Quarter, the famous dwarf blacksmith shop called "Little Mahakam."
He learned from his conversation with Iron Axe Black, this seasoned dwarf resident, that Master Maclen Stan was Vizima city's most skilled blacksmith.
However, he ca here not to forge weapons or purchase equipnt, but to sell the wyvern materials in his storage space.
Dragon skin, dragon teeth, dragon claws, dragon bones, dragon tendons—all should fetch good money.
The skins from fifteen wyverns were enough to forge dozens of dragon skin armor sets. Although these wyvern skins weren't as sturdy as the one he wore, they could still command high prices.
Yet reality's blows often proved brutally harsh.
As Vizima city's most renowned dwarf blacksmith, Maclen Stan told him that while wyvern skin was good, very few could afford it.
Even if high-quality dragon skin armor were crafted, it basically wouldn't sell.
So this dwarf blacksmith simply wouldn't purchase Kieriman's materials. Even considering Zoltan or Iron Axe Black's reputation, he would at most buy a small amount at heavily discounted prices.
Kieriman sighed, worrying about selling his spoils.
Then he suddenly thought of Valessa, the elf maiden he quite liked, and the powerful and beautiful Elf Queen standing behind her.
The Valley of Flowers was being rebuilt and definitely urgently needed materials that could be forged into military equipnt.
Since he probably couldn't sell them in the city anyway, he was willing to lower the price and sell to the elves, even if just to exchange for so magical items from Francesca.
It had been half a month since he left Ammonite Village. Though too short for soul cultivation, he still sowhat missed Valessa's perfect body.
The elf beauty's long legs and soft abdominal muscles held a peculiar attraction for him.
………………
In the underground secret room of Ammonite Village.
The witcher's luck was quite good—he happened to catch Francesca during her ti in the village.
He briefly recounted his experiences after entering the city and his great slaughter on Wyvern Island, then placed so wyvern materials before the Elf Queen, asking:
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"As I just ntioned, I currently have considerable wyvern materials, plus over ten wyvern eggs."
"I wonder if you might be interested in purchasing these items."
"Of course, given our relationship, I can offer you a relatively favorable price."
After listening to Kieriman's account.
The exquisitely beautiful Elf Queen leaned back in her wicker chair, propping her chin with one hand. She seed stunned for a few seconds before looking at the witcher before her with a peculiar gaze, her voice lodious as she said:
"Truly an astonishing experience, Master Witcher."
"So, in just a few days, you borrowed a sizable territory from Foltest and plan to establish your own witcher school."
"Then spent ten days hunting over a dozen wyverns in the dangerous Vizima swamp, transported these materials here, and now intend to sell them to the Elf Queen for substantial wealth."
"Heh, this is legendary enough to beco epic poetry."
"Unfortunately, regarding the latter half of this transaction, we'd best keep it secret—humans must not know."
Speaking, Francesca closed her eyes, her jade-smooth beautiful face showing thoughtful expression.
After more than ten seconds, she opened her eyes, looked at the witcher, and said with a tone both serious and playful:
"You are a friend of our elf race, Master Kieriman."
"Since you've co to , I certainly can't disappoint you."
"Here's what I propose: I can take all those wyvern materials you have."
"However, those wyvern eggs are rather useless to , so you'll have to handle them yourself."
"But similar to last ti, I temporarily lack that much gold. You can choose to store them with temporarily or propose alternative transaction terms."
"I am a high-level sorceress and a queen."
"The opportunity to trade with is quite rare, you know."
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