The night of hard work goes without saying.
The next morning, when Guilliman opened his eyes again, Margareta was still asleep.
This woman, as expected of the headmistress of Aretuza Academy, possessed power close to that of a High Street Sorceress.
It seemed he had severely underestimated his growth rate in the past.
The huge gap in Soul Power was his biggest obstacle to improving himself.
Just a quick calculation showed that a dedicated skill required about 10,000 Soul Power to go from Novice to LV6, which meant he needed to kill 10,000 Drowners or Ghouls.
And he had at least ten dedicated skills, including those he hadn't learned yet.
One hundred thousand Soul Power!
Damn, even if he killed all the monsters within Temeria, he probably wouldn't be able to gather that much Soul Power.
And once he entered the Transcendent rank, and the skill level cap increased, the gap in Soul Power would surely multiply many times over.
This was only the third stage of the Path to Godhood, not even close to touching the Divine rank.
Thinking about the path ahead, it was a long and arduous journey!
...Dressing himself, Guilliman prepared to go downstairs to get some hot water and food.
To maintain a good relationship with Margareta, this high-quality sugar mommy, he decided to establish himself as a thoughtful, good boyfriend.
Although she seemed easy to handle, women needed sweet words and careful attention.
When he went downstairs,
He found that the black-haired sorceress Yennefer seemed to have woken up early, sitting on the sofa with an impatient expression, holding a cup of black tea in her left hand and a different book in her right.
Hearing the sound of him coming downstairs, she turned her head to glance at Guilliman, her face expressionless, seemingly not very welcoming.
Guilliman felt a bit bewildered, unsure how he had offended this sorceress, and was wondering how to speak when
Yennefer snorted and said,
"You two were truly too rude last night. Didn't you consider the feelings of the other residents?"
"Next time you two go on a date, please rent another room outside."
"It's truly unexpected. I heard Rita was supposed to be a conservative sorceress."
"The last time she had a boyfriend was over fifty years ago."
Guilliman, deep down, was actually a relatively conservative man, and being told this to his face made him feel a little awkward.
However, to be fair, they had indeed been too engrossed last night and hadn't considered Yennefer's feelings, living in the adjacent room.
Moreover, this black-haired sorceress was already one of the more temperamental among sorceresses, so it was no wonder she was angry.
But you are a sorceress!
Couldn't you just cast a silencing spell or something? I think you were just curious and wanted to listen, which is why you listened all night.
Guilliman twitched his mouth, of course not arguing with this irritable woman.
He nodded at her, apologizing, and was about to bypass Yennefer to get a towel and basin from the washroom.
Suddenly, the black-haired sorceress waved at him, saying in a somewhat stiff tone,
"Could you please come here for a moment, Mr. Guilliman."
"I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
Guilliman didn't really want to go, but considering that he might need a sorceress's help in the future, he still showed patience and sat opposite Yennefer.
It must be said, Yennefer was quite stunning.
Her figure was full and tall, her appearance cold and beautiful, and her fashion sense was excellent. Her quarter-elf bloodline gave her a subtle difference in temperament from ordinary human sorceresses, making her exceptionally striking.
Simply put, she was a cold and beautiful mature woman.
If she wore black stockings and glasses, her charm would instantly double.
Likely due to her amnesia, Yennefer's face always carried a strange sense of irritation at this time; she probably knew that the lost memories were very important to her.
The sorceress bit her lower lip, crossed her arms over her chest, holding the book in front of her, and spoke with some difficulty:
"Mr. Guilliman, you are also a Witcher."
"Could you tell me what you know about Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf?"
Guilliman sighed in his heart.
His guess was indeed correct; the only thing Yennefer would ask him about was probably this.
However, as an old player who had read the original work and played the game series, he knew more than even Yennefer herself did in the past.
Unfortunately, many things were secrets of a transmigrator and could not be revealed to others casually.
Looking at her beautiful face and sincere eyes, the Witcher thought for a moment and finally decided to reveal some information about the Wild Hunt and Ciri.
For no other reason than to contribute a little to Ciri's future world-saving efforts.
After all, as a disguised Witcher of the School of the Viper, the original purpose of this school's founding was to track the footsteps of the Wild Hunt and defeat this monster army that had been causing tragedies all over the world.
He was also a little curious: the Wild Hunt, currently traversing various worlds, were actually special soul doppelgangers, not their true bodies.
He wondered if these souls were devoured by him, would the Wild Hunt soldiers on the other side die with them, or would they constantly regenerate like an unkillable cockroach?
And how much Soul Power could he gain himself?
Guilliman licked his lips, mentally rehearsed his words, and then spoke:
"You have an adopted daughter, the Child of Destiny of Geralt the Witcher, a girl he obtained through the Law of Surprise."
"Her name is Ciri, the Princess of Cintra, a girl with Elder Blood."
"According to my investigation, the reason you and Geralt survived was that Ciri, through the power of her Elder Blood, saved you and Geralt during that massacre in Rivia."
...Guilliman didn't say too much, briefly explaining that Yennefer was abducted by the Wild Hunt, endured unimaginable torment, and then suffered amnesia.
Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, was also captured by the Wild Hunt while trying to rescue her and his whereabouts were unknown.
This was information many people didn't know, and Yennefer fell into silent contemplation after hearing it.