The battle in the Evil God's Cave ended.
Guilliman, hoping to get lucky, tried to use the Soul-Stealing Seal to extract the Evil God monster's soul as a strengthening material.
Unfortunately, there was nothing left but a pile of flesh.
According to the Lady of the Lake, when the Evil God monster self-destructed, the two extremely powerful curses were twisted curses formed from the souls of thousands of merrow pups.
Dagon is a very vengeful Evil God, with numerous offspring and an infinite number of followers in the deep sea.
If they ever have the opportunity to enter the deep sea in the future, it is highly likely they will attract an attack from this Evil God, which would be extremely dangerous.
He estimated that once the soul storm within him completely crushed this curse, he would gain several thousand points of soul power, so it wouldn't be a waste.
Unfortunately, another part of the curse was injected into Francesca's body, and even required most of the sorceress's magic to suppress it to prevent the curse's invasion.
Although he was the True Lord of Fleshly Body Curse Dispelling, he should be able to help the elven sorceress gradually devour this curse through soul fusion.
However, their relationship was not yet too close, and both had a certain degree of wariness towards each other.
If he were to propose this method rashly, Francesca would probably not agree, and it would lower his impression score.
Of course, it was also possible that she would use her beauty to ensnare him, exploit him, and use a honey trap on him.
After all, this Elven Queen was a very calculating sorceress; perhaps her displayed nobility and beauty were just to sell herself at a higher price.
Finally, during the cleanup of the battlefield, adhering to the principle of no waste, the thrifty witcher almost stored the Evil God's corpse, which had been blown into large and small pieces of flesh, into his storage space.
The monster's skin was incredibly tough, with defense comparable to excellent plate armor, and also possessed very good flexibility, making it the highest-grade leather material.
If a set of leather armor could be made using the Evil God's skin, it would definitely be a high-end item surpassing dragonhide armor, and perhaps even an armor of demigod-tier could be created.
However, it's likely that no one in human society had ever processed such a unique material, and he didn't know if he could find a skilled craftsman to help him complete this set of leather armor.
As for the divine sword he borrowed from the Lady of the Lake, he certainly didn't return it to her, and she didn't ask for it back, as if they had tacitly forgotten about it.
However, according to Guilliman's post-event inspection, this sword should not be the Lady of the Lake's Sword from the game, apart from being exceptionally sharp and exceptionally sturdy.
He also discovered that injecting magic into the divine sword would make its blade emit a golden light, dealing a large amount of holy damage to enemies, and forming a sharp sword aura of about thirty centimeters around the blade.
Under magical enhancement, this sword could cut through steel, destroy enemy weapons, and pierce metal plate armor with ease.
Against evil spirit type monsters, it probably had a special attack effect, and killing ordinary monsters should also be effortless.
With this sword, the witcher's steel and silver swords would probably no longer be needed.
Perhaps this sword couldn't be called a divine artifact, but it was certainly of legendary weapon-tier, and he wondered where the Lady of the Lake had acquired such a treasure sword.
Since it had no name, Guilliman simply called it the Sword of Radiance, hoping it could help him kill enemies and slay demons, forging a path to godhood with a formidable reputation.
Before leaving the Evil God's altar, the witcher used bombs to destroy the entire altar, completely cutting off the possibility of Evil God Dagon descending again.
As for the thousands of merrow corpses in the large cave, he had no energy to transport them at the moment; his primary task was to take the elven sorceress away.
In a princess carry, Guilliman held the slender and graceful Francesca, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from the beauty in his arms, and asked:
"Ms. Francesca, do you have any plans?"
"Are you going to stay on this island for a few days, waiting for the Lady of the Lake to seal the curse for you, or do you have other ideas?"
Francesca hooked one arm around the witcher's neck, her fair and beautiful face resting against his chest, and after a few seconds of silence, she said:
"Don't call me 'Ms.' anymore, and there's no need to address me as 'Queen,' Guilliman."
"Just call me Francesca."
At this point, Francesca said with some apology:
"My magic is temporarily unusable, and going elsewhere might be more dangerous."
"Could I ask you to dismiss the others on the island first?"
"It's not that I don't trust them, but you have a good relationship with Triss and the others, and your subordinates might inadvertently leak information about me."
"At least for this period, I don't want them to know I've been here."
Guilliman considered this for two seconds. Although he found it a bit troublesome, it was something he had promised her long ago, so he nodded and said:
"Alright, I'll give them three days off and let them relax in Vizima for a few days."
"But in that case, it will just be the two of us alone on this island for the next few days."
"Francesca, can you take care of yourself? Or rather, would you like me to serve you?"
The elven sorceress turned her head to look into the witcher's eyes, giving him a charming glare, then softly said:
"Don't treat me like a little girl with no life experience. Although I look very young, hundreds of years ago, I experienced the wars between humans and elves; I am a warrior who has truly fought on the battlefield."
"On the contrary, your little girlfriend, Valessa, she is my friend's granddaughter, just a young girl not yet a hundred years old."
"I hope you don't fool her; she's a very good girl."
A young girl not yet a hundred years old?
Guilliman clicked his tongue inwardly.
If calculated by age, his two lives combined were less than thirty years, so Margarita and Valessa, both of them were essentially older women preying on younger men.
Or rather, every sorceress he had relations with was of the 'older woman preying on younger man' type.
Guilliman 'hmm'ed. Although the witcher's view on relationships was not suitable for ordinary women, he indeed liked the elven girl Valessa very much.
As long as she didn't abandon him first, he wouldn't leave her either.
"Then for the next few days, I'll take you on a tour of Black Seagull Island."
"I plan to build a magic tower and a witcher academy on this island."
"Perhaps I'll also build a port town near the riverbank."
"You are the Queen of the Valley of Flowers, so you should be quite familiar with this kind of planning work."
"Perhaps you can even give me some advice."
Francesca's spirits lifted at his words, and an interested expression appeared on her face.
A fondness for politics was almost a common hobby among sorceresses in the Witcher world.
This Elven Queen was no exception; or rather, she was particularly fond of participating in politics.
If it weren't for the limitations of her elven identity, given her status as a high-tier sorceress, she would never have been in her current situation after so many years.
Francesca's lips curved slightly, and she said in a melodious voice:
"In this regard, you can indeed consult me."
"If your financial resources are sufficient, I can help you design a powerful magic tower, with a protection radius covering the entire island and the surrounding waters."
"At that time, as long as a powerful sorcerer is stationed here, even a fleet would not be able to land on this small island without several times the magical power of the magic tower."
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