Hearing their conversation, Guilliman wasn't angry at all.
He had already thought it through very clearly.
Francesca being so willing to "spar" with him, so easily compromising, was most likely because he had a lot of value to her, a certain masculine charm, and most importantly, the Elder Blood within him.
It couldn't be that this elven queen, who had lived for a thousand years, would fall in love at first sight with a Witcher like him, could it?
There was no such thing as pure love in this world.
He wasn't so hypocritical as to demand, like some rich people, that a woman only love him for who he was, not for his money.
Whether it was the Elder Blood or other special abilities, they were all part of his charm.
Moreover, during their "sparring" last night...
Based on his extensive experience, Francesca should have been a virgin, a thousand-year-old virgin. As a royal member of the elven race and a high-ranking sorceress, her standards for a mate were high, so it was understandable that she lacked experience in that area.
And the strength of this high-ranking sorceress had directly boosted his progress towards the next soul stage by about one-thirtieth, which was a huge gain.
Furthermore, without her help as a powerful expert in yesterday's god-slaying battle, it would have been extremely difficult, almost impossible, to solo Dagon's evil god avatar without taking damage.
Having gained so many benefits with little effort, as a man, no matter what her intentions were, he had no reason to complain.
Thinking this, just as Guilliman was about to continue eavesdropping...
Ida Emean's voice on the other side suddenly stopped, then she said, without any emotional fluctuation:
"Eavesdropping on other people's conversations isn't a good habit, Mr. Guilliman."
Tsk tsk!
The elven sage's perception ability was truly strong. They were still dozens of meters apart, separated by trees and bushes, yet he was discovered.
And to be caught red-handed badmouthing someone, yet still be so self-righteous, truly befitting an elven sage.
The Witcher chuckled inwardly, preparing to walk over, when he suddenly realized he was completely naked, dressed in a "return to nature" style.
Damn it, what was there to be afraid of?
He'd already been treated like a stud, what was there left to be shy about?
He couldn't be bothered to go back and put on clothes, so he just walked over with his head held high and chest out.
Only when he got closer did he realize that Queen Francesca was half-submerged in the lake water, revealing her jade-white upper body. She had turned her head slightly, her golden hair cascading down, still looking as beautiful and captivating as ever.
Perhaps she had been too disheveled from last night's battle; the young woman was now cleaning herself.
And the elven sage named Ida Emean stood on the shore, arms crossed, wearing a simple, pure green long dress, her face expressionless, her gaze fixed on the Witcher emerging from the woods.
Although her appearance was cold and beautiful, and her figure was excellent, making her undeniably a beauty, her cold and serious demeanor made her lack feminine charm.
Noticing the other party's gaze, which was like looking at a laboratory mouse, Guilliman wasn't angry. Instead, he chuckled and said:
"Are you really planning to find dozens of elven beauties for me to help bear children?"
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