Because the Old Druid was a huge third wheel,
Guilliman secretly brought the Dryad girl to a clean little river.
Having prepared in advance, he took out all sorts of exquisite fruit pastries, fruit juices, alcoholic beverages, and delicious dishes from his storage space, giving the inexperienced Yibuer a real eye-opener.
Then, he spread a valuable and comfortable blanket by the riverbank, along with warm bath water.
Thus, while it was still early, the cunning witcher used delicious food and wine to tempt this innocent and naive Dryad girl.
Yibuer gently stroked her slightly bulging belly after it had been filled, and asked with a puzzled tone:
"Mr. Guilliman, will I be able to conceive your child this way?"
The witcher chuckled, reached out to stroke the Dryad girl's soft long hair, and said coaxingly:
"It's not that simple, Yibuer."
"The stronger the child, the harder it is to conceive him."
"But I guarantee, once you conceive my child, she will surely become a hero of the Dryad race, a powerhouse unlike any before."
Yibuer had probably never encountered anyone who lied before. After hearing Guilliman's words, the girl clenched her fists to encourage herself, then nodded and said:
"If that's the case, then that's wonderful."
"My kin are all saying that the survival of the Dryad race is becoming increasingly difficult."
"If I can give birth to a hero of the Dryad race, I am willing."
Hearing such a sincere reply made Guilliman feel a bit ashamed.
He decided that once he became successful, he would definitely help the Dryad race.
Due to natural limitations, this race not only found it difficult to expand its numbers, but its territory was also confined to the forest.
Unlike greedy and insatiable humans, as long as there was good communication, they might become a good ally in the future.
"By the way, Yibuer, do you know the Lady of the Lake?"
Because he still had to ask the Old Druid Samoyeg later, he thought that since the Dryad girl had lived in the Druid's Circle for a year, she might know something.
However, upon hearing his question, the usually quiet Yibuer suddenly became excited, grabbing his arm and staring at him with a somewhat pleading look, asking:
"Mr. Guilliman, do you know how to meet Lady of the Lake?"
"I have a letter from Her Majesty the Queen to the Goddess, but I haven't been able to meet the Goddess, which is why I've been waiting here."
So, she had a mission. No wonder Yibuer was staying alone in the Druid's Circle.
But it was quite a coincidence; both of their goals were to meet the Lady of the Lake.
So, he asked:
"Sorry, Yibuer."
"I don't know if I can meet the Lady of the Lake either."
"However, do you know where this Goddess's altar is? I need to go there myself; I have important matters to discuss with Her."
"Perhaps that Goddess will personally receive me, you never know."
Hearing the witcher say this, the Dryad girl seemed to be thinking about something. After a few seconds, she nodded solemnly and said:
"I know where that altar is; I've been there many times over the past year."
"Tomorrow I can take you with me. I hope we can meet the Goddess."
Having failed to meet the Lady of the Lake multiple times, Yibuer was actually a bit disappointed, which was why she thought about fulfilling her responsibility with the witcher to bear offspring for the Dryad race.
Now that the witcher also wanted to seek an audience with the Lady of the Lake, a glimmer of hope unconsciously rose in the Dryad girl's heart again.
Guilliman, however, didn't think so much; he was just happy about his luck today.
Not only did a casual question reveal the location of his destination.
Guilliman shook his head, letting go of these irrelevant fantasies.
He took the Dryad girl back to the Druid's Circle, but from the look in the Old Druid Samoyeg's eyes as he watched them, the witcher knew that his and the Dryad girl's actions had not escaped the Old Druid's notice.
Of course, Guilliman didn't care about these things; he wasn't someone who cared about other people's opinions.
Casually pulling the Dryad girl, he sat down beneath the Sacred Oak, lit a bonfire, then took out two decks of Gwent cards and some steaming hot food.
"Hey! Master Samoyeg."
"It's a long night; how about I teach you to play Gwent?"
"This game is very popular now; even in the sorcerer circles, everyone is playing it."
As a direct beneficiary of Gwent, Guilliman was always keen to promote the game in various circles.
After all, his skills were superb, and he had cheat support. The more players there were, the higher his income would be.
Perhaps it could even bring him many unexpected gains.
The Old Druid initially didn't intend to bother with him, but after seeing him and the Dryad girl having a great time, occasionally exclaiming in surprise,
The old man also became interested, walked to the bonfire, picked up a flask of wine, and watched the game while drinking.
These Druids, he didn't know what they were thinking. Most of their lives were spent far from people, just like those hermits living deep in the mountains, rejecting temptation and serving nature.
Isn't it good to be human?
Aren't humans also a part of nature? Just a little bit stronger, that's all.