After getting the address of the banquet, Guilliman didn't bother to waste any more time. He directly took Syanna, left the palace, looked down at Beauclair City from above, and with a flash, instantly arrived at the location where the banquet was being held.
This was an outdoor masquerade ball, where guests wore various masks to conceal their faces, either dancing together, sitting in chairs enjoying music and dance, or intimately huddled together, with flirtatious smiles on their faces.
In romantic Toussaint, such ambiguous balls always gave rise to various extramarital affairs and infidelities, but the nobles here never tired of it.
He brought Syanna to the roof in the shadows, instructing this elder sister to look for her younger sister at the ball, while he also activated his Witcher Senses, searching for the hidden Duchess among the guests by eavesdropping and observing.
Although he wasn't sure exactly what Duchess Anna looked like, he knew she had golden hair and a face similar to Syanna's.
There were only over a hundred guests at the entire ball. Excluding males and women of vastly different ages, even observing each one wouldn't take too long.
"Master, that's Anna."
Just a few minutes passed, perhaps due to the special telepathy between twins, Syanna pointed to a golden-haired beauty sitting in a corner, not very conspicuous, wearing a somewhat plain purple dress, and possessing a voluptuous figure.
Guilliman followed Syanna's gaze. Although the mask obscured her face, her long golden hair and her figure, which made one's mouth water just by looking at it, confirmed that there must be a beauty beneath the mask.
Moreover, her facial contours were indeed somewhat similar to Syanna's. Combined with other information, it should be correct.
This figure, unlike those generally somewhat slender sorceresses, could be called the ceiling of the slightly plump category, and it would probably not be an exaggeration.
Although a little tempted, Guilliman did not act rashly, but asked again,
"Are you sure, Syanna?"
"If you've got the wrong person, I'll have to punish you tomorrow."
Syanna bit her lower lip and said with certainty,
"It must be Anna. Her hair color is still the same as when she was little."
"And I trust my feelings."
Since the female slave had confirmed it, Guilliman said no more. The person was here anyway; if he grabbed the wrong one, he would just grab another.
His figure flashed, instantly appearing beside the golden-haired beauty, the 'ceiling of the slightly plump category.' The moment their eyes met.
Before she could even gasp in surprise, he instantly reached out and pressed her shoulder, bringing her back to Syanna's location.
Guilliman reached out and pinched her chin, preventing her from screaming, then casually removed the black mask from her face, revealing a beautiful face with a noble and dignified air amidst its allure.
Looking at this face, which was eighty percent similar to Syanna's, Guilliman knew he hadn't caught the wrong person.
This was Duchess Anna.
At this moment, perhaps someone had noticed his recent act of capturing someone, or perhaps there were Duchess Anna's guards or companions at the ball.
His figure had just disappeared when several screams erupted from the crowd, causing immediate commotion at the ball.
Guilliman paid no attention, instead turning his head to the emotionally complex Syanna, an inquiring expression on his face.
Syanna looked at her terrified sister, not knowing what she was thinking—whether it was a sense of vengeful pleasure, or sorrow because her sister was also about to fall into the hands of the demon beside her.
Seeing her nod, Guilliman no longer hesitated, and instantly, with the two duchess sisters, vanished into the night.
However, this time, he did not use long-distance teleportation, but rather, like a master of parkour, continuously used short-distance flashes of dozens of meters.
Although Syanna felt strange, she dared not say anything. Duchess Anna, however, did not realize that it was her sister who had kidnapped her. Her face could no longer maintain its noble and dignified expression; she was full of terror, screaming like a little girl, looking disheveled and almost fainting.
Guilliman ignored her, just finding it a little amusing in his heart. Sure enough, the so-called noble bloodline and divine protection were all lies.
Even kings, dukes, and emperors were nothing more than ordinary people; there was no such thing as being destined by heaven, it was all just to fool the common folk.
The three of them moved extremely fast, taking only less than five minutes to leave Beauclair City and arrive in the wilderness outside the city.
Once there, Guilliman released the two duchess sisters, but didn't speak to them. Instead, he conjured a dagger from his storage space and handed it to Syanna, instructing her to guard Duchess Anna, who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground.
His gaze turned to a shadow dozens of meters away, then he said in a calm voice,
"Since you've followed me out to the wilderness, why not just show yourself?"
"Are you trying to rescue Duchess Anna?"
Guilliman's question went unanswered, and the wilderness fell silent for a moment.
However, the other party probably realized from his gaze that her presence had been exposed. After a few seconds, a graceful figure wearing a red dress and a butterfly mask on her face emerged from the darkness.
This was a very attractive woman with red hair. A ladylike smile played on her lips, and her demeanor suggested she was attending a ball, rather than tracking someone in the wilderness.
Upon seeing this woman, Guilliman immediately guessed her identity. After all, unlike ordinary mortals, he was a transmigrator who knew many insider secrets.
"Lady Orianna, I didn't expect it to be you."
Guilliman, with a playful smile, directly revealed her identity, instantly freezing the beautiful woman's expression.
Orianna obviously hadn't expected her identity to be exposed. She glanced at Duchess Anna, who was currently being held by Syanna, and wondered how she would explain herself after rescuing her.
However, before she could even open her mouth to dissemble, Guilliman on the other side chuckled and said in a somewhat pleased voice,
"Orianna, I never thought a Higher Vampire like you would care about a human's safety."
"That's something I didn't expect."
"But it doesn't matter. In fact, I've always been curious about what kind of race you Higher Vampires are, and why you possess such high regenerative abilities."
"So, since we've met by chance this time, I'd like to invite you to be my guest and participate in some research."
"But rest assured, madam."
"I have a very close relationship with one of your Higher Vampire members, and as long as you cooperate with me, I will not harm you."
After saying this, Guilliman's figure instantly vanished and reappeared beside Orianna, his hand flashing out to grab the beautiful vampire's neck.
Ever since he came to this world, he had been very interested in Higher Vampires, and due to his close relationship with the Queen of the Night, he did not view Higher Vampires as enemies, unlike other Witchers.
Since he encountered Orianna, this Higher Vampire, this time, he truly wanted to invite her to his laboratory so that Margareta could thoroughly research these creatures with astonishing regenerative abilities.
Of course, a verbal invitation would certainly not be accepted. With his current strength, he should already be able to capture this female vampire without harming her.
In order to develop more advanced elixirs, various experiments must be conducted.
Perhaps certain bodily tissues of Higher Vampires could play a crucial role in their Witcher research.
In short, trying it out was still necessary.
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