Over the next few days, Guilliman, in cooperation with the Temeria army, successively captured several rebellious towns in Maribor.
Each time, he adopted the strategy of 'catching the king first to catch the thieves,' destroying the enemy's defenses, capturing their leaders and rebellious nobles, and then destroying the gates of their strongholds.
Therefore, the soldiers fighting alongside him not only easily defeated the enemy but also suffered very few casualties.
Coupled with his reputation as Guilliman the God-Slayer, Marshal Natalis's indulgence, and Triss's deliberate guidance,
soon all the soldiers of Temeria knew that a warrior as powerful as a legendary hero was helping them fight.
This help not only greatly boosted the soldiers' morale but also significantly improved the efficiency of the entire army.
During this period, Guilliman also felt a great thrill; besides the pleasure brought by killing, Triss, like Eve tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, would always sneak into his room and then sneak away every morning.
However, this was understandable; in the medieval era, it was hard to find a good man like him who was handsome, physically strong, and understanding.
Especially his meticulously honed skills in bed, even goddesses praised them, let alone ordinary sorceresses.
Triss seemed to quite enjoy the thrill of sleeping with her best friend's boyfriend, even getting a bit addicted, and was particularly excited every night.
While Guilliman and Triss were romancing, slaughtering on the battlefield, spreading his invincible reputation, and taking away the property of many rebellious nobles under the guise of sweeping operations,
an unknown assassination was also quietly underway.
Inside the royal palace of Aedirn.
The Cat School Witcher, Gislaz, stealthily infiltrated the palace like a black lightning bolt.
His black leather armor seemed to merge with the darkness, with mysterious runes faintly visible, emitting subtle magical fluctuations.
The palace had numerous guards, and the patrol routes seemed flawless, but in Gislaz's eyes, there were opportunities everywhere.
Like a nimble wildcat, he cleverly used the shadows and structures of the palace buildings, climbing along the outer walls, using protruding stones and vines, easily avoiding the sight of the first layer of patrolling guards.
Then, he silently climbed onto the rooftop, moving like a ghost above the guards' heads.
He seemed to anticipate the guards' movements, swiftly moving from one hiding place to another just as they were about to turn or had just passed a corner.
The guards had no idea that death was lurking beside them.
Gislaz successfully reached the floor where King Demavend's bedchamber was located; the guards here were even more stringent, but he remained expressionless, treating these guards as if they were nothing.
He silently infiltrated through a ventilation shaft on the roof, moving like a breeze through the corridor, crouching low, his body almost touching the ground, using furniture and decorations for cover, quickly advancing right under the guards' noses.
Finally, he stood before the King's bedchamber door.
Gislaz took a deep breath, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He slowly drew the special dagger from his waist, which emitted a chilling gleam in the darkness.
He burst through the door, his figure flashing as he rushed towards Demavend by the bed. The King awoke with a start, about to cry for help, but it was too late; Gislaz's dagger was already at his throat.
"Who are you? Why do you assassinate me?"
Demavend's eyes widened in terror, his voice trembling.
"I am Gislaz, a Cat School Witcher. Someone has put a price on your head."
Gislaz's voice was as cold as a wind blowing from hell.
Before Demavend could utter another word, Gislaz flicked his wrist, and the dagger, like a venomous snake, slit his throat.
Blood instantly gushed out, staining the King's luxurious bedding. Demavend's eyes were wide open, his body convulsed violently a few times, then he collapsed on the bed, lifeless.
Gislaz quickly cleaned up any traces he might have left, then, just as he arrived, silently disappeared from the palace.
Only the gradually cooling body of the King remained, as if recounting the terrifying scene that had just occurred.
Unlucky King Demavend, due to Guilliman, escaped Letho's assassination but could not escape the assassination by the Cat School Witcher.
Unknown to all, Gislaz was not an ordinary Cat School Witcher; he was the founder of the Cat School, a half-elf who, due to the Witcher mutation, had damaged his emotional system and was a Witcher master with somewhat erratic emotions.
When the guards in the Aedirn palace discovered the assassinated King Demavend, they didn't even know who had assassinated their King.
Perhaps this assassination was not as shocking as Letho's, who assassinated the King in front of the army, but with the death of King Demavend, the turmoil in the entire North truly began.
The news of Demavend's assassination reached Guilliman on the seventh day of his return to the Witcher world.
Only two days remained until the declaration of war with Redania.
With his help, the Maribor conflict was mostly settled; apart from the troops needed for garrison duty, Marshal Natalis's main army, along with hundreds of rebellious nobles and rebel officers captured by Guilliman, were escorted to Vizima.
The subsequent matters no longer required his involvement.
From this return until now, Guilliman had amassed over a million crowns in wealth, as well as a large number of precious items from the Tretogor palace, which almost filled a small portion of his Witcher school's basement.
To be honest, with so much wealth, he couldn't even think of how to use it all at once.
Although he was a person who enjoyed pleasures, even if he lived a life of luxury like a grand noble now, it wouldn't cost that much money.
Fortunately, not long after, a place to spend money was found.
At Francesca's invitation, Guilliman once again came to the Valley of Flowers.
However, this time the elven sorceress's chosen meeting place was not the Queen's bedchamber, but a high-level laboratory located in the palace basement.
In this laboratory, one could not only see various strange experimental equipment but also many live monsters captured as test subjects.
In addition, Francesca, as the Queen, not only arranged for many elves to serve as laboratory assistants, but to Guilliman's surprise, the elven sage Ida, whom he had met on Black Gull Island, also seemed to be involved in the research and experiments.
Noticing his gaze fixed on Ida, Francesca smiled slightly and said:
"Ida has always been very interested in your body. She participated in the development of the Elder Blood thousands of years ago, and it can be said that the birth of the Elder Blood also owes a part to her efforts."
The elven sorceress did not elaborate on this matter.
Ida Emean was actually not interested in Witcher research; her main purpose in participating in this research was to find a way for Francesca to conceive a child by studying Guilliman's blood.
For this elven sage who had lived for thirty thousand years, continuing the royal bloodline of the elves was the most important thing.
Guilliman was unaware of this. After he followed Francesca into a chilly room, almost like a modern freezer,
the elven sorceress took out a metal box of unknown construction from a securely kept container, inside which were twelve test tubes filled with blue liquid.
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