In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
Guilliman only took half a night to help Cihanna deal with her enemies.
Reportedly, they were several nobles who had previously sowed discord between her and her parents in the court, and then abused her during her exile.
But it didn't matter; Guilliman didn't care about the lives of these nobles. He quietly eliminated these individuals and even took their bodies away.
What surprised him was that after the disappearance of Duchess Anna, the ruler of Beauclair, there was no news from the relevant authorities. Such a major incident was apparently covered up by the court and did not spread among the populace, preventing unrest.
However, this was also good, as it reduced some of his troubles.
Subsequently, Guilliman arranged for Cihanna and her sister to go to Temeria together, to handle various procurement issues for the Witcher Academy and, incidentally, to establish an organization similar to a merchant guild.
As the academy grew in scale, purchasing was no longer a minor chore but required professional handling. A single procurement could involve thousands of Orens.
When the young Witchers also began to undertake missions, the herbs grown would certainly not be enough, and various other supplies would have to be purchased.
Therefore, a merchant guild affiliated with the Witcher Academy was quite necessary.
Over the next few days, Guilliman began to make a big splash in Toussaint, but his targets were not mortals. Instead, based on the clues he found, he searched for high-level Witcher equipment schematics, potion recipes, and other items from the games.
Not only that, he also took the time to steal the treasury of the Beauclair Royal Palace, lest the family assets belonging to the two sisters be secretly divided among his subordinates after Duchess Anna's disappearance.
After all, she was his female slave's sister, and it was much better for him, her master, to safeguard the property than for it to fall into the hands of outsiders.
However, compared to the enormous wealth of millions of crowns in the Tretogor Royal Palace, the treasures in the Beauclair Royal Palace were probably worth around two hundred thousand crowns.
As a small commercial nation with only one city, this wealth was already quite astonishing, but it still could not be compared with a great northern nation like Tretogor.
Guilliman stayed in Toussaint for about five more days this time, even visiting the Crane Mountain Bank and noting its spatial coordinates, but he did not eliminate the bandits there.
His attitude towards bandits had always been to kill them all.
The reason he left the bandits at Crane Mountain Bank was that he planned to use the lives of these scoundrels and robbers when the Witcher experiments required a pile of lives.
After returning to Black Tern Island, Guilliman handed the fairy tale world magic book he had obtained to Margareta and Francesca, two senior sorceresses, for research.
By this time, he had absorbed one-third of Philippa's soul, gaining a deeper understanding of the magic of the Witcher world.
After their joint research, Guilliman discovered that if this fairy tale world magic book was not used frequently, it could probably last for three or four years without collapsing.
However, if it needed to be used, it might only be usable a dozen times, and the number of people entering it each time could not exceed ten, otherwise, the internal world would easily collapse.
But Francesca speculated that if there were sorcerers specialized in this field to repair and regularly maintain the book, then the number of people this magic book could carry could reach about thirty to fifty.
This was already an extremely powerful item, at least for Guilliman, an explorer busy traversing other worlds; its utility was comparable to a divine artifact.
At this time, Temeria had just declared war on Redania, and the Kingdom of Kaedwen seemed to be preparing to invade the Kingdom of Aedirn again.
However, the wars between the four nations were still in the preparatory stage; the actual outbreak of war might be a month or two later.
Taking advantage of this time, he planned to visit the Lands Between in the Elden Ring world again, preparing to wreak havoc there and gather the soul power needed for his promotion to the [Saint] rank.
Because the required soul power was immense, this time, he did not plan to act alone but to assemble a reasonably strong Lands Between Expeditionary Force to assist him in establishing a foothold in the Lands Between.
The members of his planned expeditionary force included Dettlaff and Orianna, two Higher Vampires, a five-person Viper School Witcher squad including Ivar Evil-Eye Master, and two Bear School Witchers.
Unfortunately, the fairy tale magic book could carry too few people; otherwise, he would have gathered a mortal army of over a hundred people to go to the Lands Between with him.
Even if these mortals had low combat power, they could still handle ordinary tasks such as building camps, making fires, and collecting supplies... Lands Between, Church of Elleh.
A familiar heavy sensation accompanied the spatial transfer, instantly descending.
Guilliman's feet once again touched the ash-covered, twisted root-filled ground.
Various chaotic sounds faintly reached his ears.
The feeling of his previous arrival struck him again; it wasn't an unsuitability to the air composition, but rather the entire world's rules silently rejecting and repelling him.
"Hmph..." He took a deep breath but felt as if he had drunk diluted poison. His throat tightened slightly, and the magical circuits within his body seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ash.
This was not only due to the absence of various laws and world rules—the chaotic magic he relied on was completely gone here. This 'vacuum' of energy made him, who was accustomed to the tidal nourishment of chaotic magic, feel like a fish out of water, experiencing a suffocating and sluggish sensation similar to altitude sickness.
The golden, enormous tree canopy cast an ancient, unchanging light and shadow in the distance, painting this desolate land with a morbid splendor.
The broken stone walls of the Church of Elleh stood silently in the wind, the shadows of the ruins stretching long.
Just as he was trying to adjust his state as quickly as possible and prepare to organize the items within the Church of Elleh, a fierce sound came from the edge of the sparse woodland not far from the church ruins.
It was not human voices, but the roars and howls of beasts, the heavy scraping of claws on the ground, the cracking of rocks, and the sharp whirring of weapons cutting through the air!
There was a battle! And the fighting was fierce!
Guilliman's eyes sharpened, and he quickly suppressed his physical discomfort.
Although he was currently in Limgrave, a starter area in the Lands Between.
This world was still too dangerous; powerful monsters were everywhere, and any unexpected event could contain great opportunities or fatal threats.
Like a phantom gliding over low ruins, he stealthily moved towards the source of the sound, using a half-collapsed wall and a few twisted dead trees for cover, and peeked out.
The sight before him greatly surprised him.
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