He directly released Sabina's wraith from his soul space. After describing Tiffali's appearance and some characteristics, he said in a deep voice:
"Find that little boy, and protect him."
"I will meet up with you soon."
As a high-level wraith capable of invisibility, tasks like finding or monitoring people were incredibly easy for her.
Unless the enemy had silver weapons capable of harming wraiths or a large amount of dimeritium, ordinary people posed no threat to a wraith.
Even Sabina, as a solitary wraith, had the ability to single-handedly slaughter everyone within the entire count's castle.
This was the terrifying aspect of a high-level wraith.
After speaking, and after Sabina's wraith had disappeared for several minutes,
Guilliman drew his Aerondight sword, then put on his Black Tern mask to conceal his face.
Although afterward, observant people would likely deduce his identity from his height, weapons, and armor.
They would know that the renowned God-Slayer Master Guilliman was slaughtering people in the castle.
But at least, when openly engaging in such a massacre, he still wanted to obscure his identity.
The so-called perfect stealth was to kill everyone.
Now, facing mortal soldiers, especially in the narrow confines of a castle, he didn't have to worry about human wave tactics; he just needed to kill them all.
With this mindset, Guilliman flickered and appeared in a room within the castle.
He casually surveyed the people in the room. Any adult man holding a weapon was killed. Any guard who dared to resist was also killed.
When encountering valuable decorations, precious metals, equipment, armor, and other valuable items, he put them all into his storage space, leaving nothing behind.
Anyway, his soul space at this time could store the souls of over a hundred people simultaneously.
He estimated that even if he slaughtered everyone in the entire count's castle, it wouldn't fill his soul space.
Unfortunately, Guilliman's killing speed was simply too fast.
Ordinary guards, even well-trained knights, faced with the Aerondight sword in his hand, found their armor and weapons turning into scrap metal, breaking with a single cut, unable to protect their lives.
Basically, no mortal could withstand a single move from him. Even groups of enemies only needed one or two minutes for him to leave them lying dead, their limbs scattered.
Coupled with his towering, devil-like figure, shrouded in black shadow, with only his terrifying, blood-blurred eyes visible, soon no one dared to oppose him anymore.
Everyone who saw him reacted as if they had seen a death-bringing demon.
They were either so scared that their bodies went limp and they ran away, or they buried their heads like ostriches, crouching on the ground, not daring to resist.
Facing such enemies who dared not resist, Guilliman didn't bother to strike.
He just wandered through the count's castle as if on a stroll. If he encountered an enemy who dared to resist, he killed them. If he found something valuable, he put it in his pocket.
Finally, after killing a large group of guards and capturing a fat, mean-faced noble amidst the crowd, Guilliman spoke:
"Tell me, where is the little boy you kidnapped?"
"Also, where is your family's money hidden?"
"If you tell the truth, I will hand you over to the King and spare your life."
"If you lie, I will cut off your limbs and sever your head right now."
Perhaps Guilliman's blood-soaked appearance at this moment was simply too terrifying.
After witnessing the horrific scene where almost all the castle guards were dead or wounded, and no one could withstand a single move from the man before him.
The fat count had already wet himself from fear.
To save his own life, he stammered out the location of his treasures and then, with a face full of terror, revealed the location of the kidnapped little boy, Tiffali.
Subsequently, he was knocked unconscious by a punch from Guilliman, then tied up with a thick rope, like a dead pig, and slung behind him as Guilliman walked towards the location where the little boy was held.
With the fat count as a hostage, no guard or soldier dared to stand in his way anymore.
Along the way, whoever they saw, those people screamed and ran away. Clearly, the news that a terrifying killing god had arrived in the castle had spread to everyone's ears.
Guilliman didn't care. Given the efficiency of moving armies in this era, without the count's command, it would be virtually impossible for the enemy soldiers to rush into the count's castle to rescue him.
As for them surrounding the entire castle to prevent him from leaving, that was just a pipe dream.
Could an Elder Blood possessor be caught by being surrounded?
A few minutes later, Guilliman found Triss's grandnephew in the underground dungeon, along with a floor full of guard corpses, as he had expected.
It seemed that Sabina had killed these dungeon guards to protect Triss's grandnephew.
And the sorceress wraith was currently extracting the souls of the dungeon guards with a look of enjoyment, indulging herself.
Human souls were also an excellent tonic for wraiths.
Wraiths like her, although unable to refine the purest source souls, could still improve themselves by devouring ordinary human souls like this.
Guilliman frowned, then unceremoniously took out his soul whip and lashed Sabina, causing the sorceress wraith to scream in pain.
He grabbed the wraith by the neck, looked at the sorceress wraith who was feigning pity, and said:
"You have no discipline, Sabina."
"You remember this well."
"All spoils of war belong to me. Only what I bestow upon you is yours."
"It seems I need to properly discipline you again tonight."
"To make you understand who is the master and who is the servant."
After speaking, he didn't give Sabina a chance to argue, directly using the Axii Sign to draw her back into his soul space.
He guessed that after he let her climb into bed last night and had a good few rounds, this wraith had become overconfident.
These self-important women were all like this; if you don't discipline them for three days, they'll climb onto the roof.
It seemed he would have to give her another good lesson tonight.
Guilliman looked at the little boy who had already fainted from fright, frowned, but still held him in one arm, not treating him roughly.
Next, it was time to find the count's family treasures.
Although he made this trip to gain Triss's favor, he still had to earn the money he deserved.
Kill them all, take everything, loot everything.
This was the true professional integrity of a Witcher.
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