Shameful sounds echoed through the camp.
At first, there was a hint of restraint, but before long, the woman's voice became unrestrained, singing loudly.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders on Black Tern Island at this time.
Gerd and the others were looking for contracts near Vizima to pass the time, while Berengar, Blackbeard Zord, and the elven construction team were staying at the construction site, supervising the building of the Witcher School.
At this time, besides Guilliman staying here, the camp only had Caroline, who was in charge of their meals, and Yarvin, the vampire Anne, and the dryad sister, who trained every day.
Hearing these sounds, the dryad sister Buir, who was assigned to guard the door, was curious. With innocent eyes, she couldn't help but quietly sneak into the room to see what was happening.
But before long, another young girl's voice joined the women singing loudly.
This joyful game lasted from morning until dusk, until the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire camp a golden yellow.
Guilliman emerged from the room's door, rubbing his forehead with a slight headache.
It's still not enough. Absorbing centuries of memories this time caused significant damage to his soul; he needs more healing.
I need more sorceresses!
However, risk and reward coexist. After absorbing a portion of Caranthir's memories, his control over the power of the Elder Blood significantly improved.
This improvement wasn't a gradual one, like training little by little and progressing bit by bit.
Instead, it was as if he had trained for many years, mastering the tricks of it as if he were truly there.
He looked back at the two beautiful women inside the room, who were already exhausted and sleeping soundly.
Then, with a smile, he closed the door, no longer disturbing their rest.
Vast magic circulated rapidly within his body. Images of Vizima's streets constantly appeared in his mind, and the power in his bloodline was awakened, continuously searching for its more fundamental coordinates.
A dozen seconds later, with a soft "bang!"
Under the powerful force of the Elder Blood, Guilliman's body directly collapsed into a tiny point, then, using the power of his strong bloodline, he directly tore open a tiny spatial rift in front of him.
The moment the spatial rift opened, he instantly disappeared, diving into the rift.
With a clang, he crossed several kilometers, tearing through space, and appeared on the streets of Vizima.
Wow!
After steadying himself, Guilliman couldn't help but exclaim. This was his first time using a long-distance teleportation skill.
Previously, he hadn't practiced it out of concern that using the Elder Blood's ability like this would attract the Wild Hunt.
Now that the Wild Hunt could not come to the Witcher world for a long time, he could use this ability without restraint.
Of course, being able to accurately reach his desired destination on his first try was also thanks to Caranthir's years of navigation experience.
Otherwise, even Ciri, the Child of Destiny with a complete Elder Blood lineage, the fated protagonist, would need many years and the guidance of several mentors to fully master the power of the Elder Blood.
Let alone a half-baked person like him.
Guilliman checked the magical status within his body. A long-distance teleportation of several kilometers didn't consume much magic, roughly one-fifteenth.
And the magic consumed for several kilometers versus tens of kilometers was actually not that different.
This also meant that as long as he could skillfully use the power of the Elder Blood, he could teleport back and forth between the Northern Kingdoms, much like portal magic, within about a day.
Guilliman grinned. He no longer had to worry about his bedmates being scattered far and wide.
With the Elder Blood, he could sleep in Velen in the morning, in the elven Valley of Flowers in the afternoon, and even go to Vizima Palace for a'session' at night.
He no longer had to worry about wasting time on travel.
Is this what they call the legendary, 'thousand-mile delivery service'?
He looked up and surveyed the streetscape. Fortunately, as a celebrity in Vizima, although his sudden appearance caused some panic, people quickly grew accustomed to it once they recognized him.
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