Will and his group did not rush back to The Order's garrison, but instead quickly headed to The Roost Tavern, which was the Scoiatael's transfer station.Sarat silently killed Torrey, who was sleeping upstairs, and went into the cellar to investigate. Will pushed aside the empty barrels used for concealment and lightly tapped the surrounding walls. As expected, there was a secret room behind them.Pushing it open, he saw a large number of White Rose Knight armor pieces stored in the corner, along with the Scoiatael's iconic hats and some crowns in a small box.Will pondered. It seemed the Scoiatael were using the empty barrels to transport necessary supplies.Sarat, who was checking the armor nearby, was stunned. The quantity reached over thirty sets!This news would cause a massive earthquake within The Order, especially since the armor at the very bottom looked somewhat old. This matter had been going on for a long time, perhaps even tracing back to the start of the war.Grand Commander, how will you handle this now?It cannot be ruled out that some of these deceased knights were noble members.Additionally, Sarat opened an account for him at the Chianfagni Bank, which was founded by Dwarves, known for its security, reliability, and reputation, even having branches in the South. These six hundred-plus crowns belonging to Will were all deposited there.He and Sarat would jointly own the tavern, which would bring them a steady income. The spoils from the secret room and the sewers would all go to Sarat; these were part of the bargaining chips for his eventual promotion to Commander.Only after stuffing the Banshee into the underground freezer did Will return to his room."Hoo~"Will collapsed onto the sofa, carefully recalling the entire experience. The process had been somewhat thrilling, mainly by exploiting the 'greed' of both sides, including himself.From the beginning, his plan was to completely wipe out all the Scoiatael. These people were too chaotic and uncontrollable, lacking fixed strongholds, and it was impossible for them to return to Nilfgaard.The whole affair sounded like finding the whereabouts of the missing knights, investigating thoroughly, eliminating the Scoiatael for revenge, resolving the sewer crisis in the process, and finally exposing the scandal the Grand Commander wanted to slowly conceal.Tsk! How impressive. Looking at it, isn't this the kind of thing only a protagonist can do?He could guarantee that Sarat would steal the spotlight and gain favor from all sides, solidifying his position as Commander. This great gift was definitely more valuable than the silver sword Lady Myrr gave him.That was connections and opportunity.From then on, he would have his own property in Vizima. Having a hideout was better than anything, not to mention having a substantial amount of crowns.Finally, he intended to give this notebook to Geralt. Will never mistreated those who treated him sincerely. This gift would allow the other party to understand the secrets of the elder blood, so that in the future, anyone approaching Ciri would immediately seem suspicious.Will lay on the sofa, slowly closing his eyes wearily, and gradually entered a meditative state.However, what Will didn't expect was that Sarat didn't collude with any nobles for help, but instead went straight for a decisive move.Early that morning, he very low-key requested an audience with the King. Inside the luxurious castle, an exquisite plate fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. What happened afterward was unknown.All that was known was that on that day, the Grand Commander and the three other Commanders remained in the royal castle for a long time without emerging....In his sleep, Will felt as if he were floating on the sea, his heart calm and comfortable, with a feeling that he never wanted to wake up.Until he smelled a rich fragrance, he opened his eyes reflexively, sniffed his nose, and glanced at his surroundings. If he wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be in a carriage?Will was dumbfounded. Where the heck did this sleep take me?He reached for the twin swords beside him, gaining a slight sense of security, and got up to open the carriage door.Geralt was sitting by the campfire, turning a branch to roast unknown beast meat. The pungent aroma was coming from there."You're finally awake."Geralt seemed relieved."What's the situation?" Will asked subconsciously."You slept for two full days. I checked your body; there was no magic, no poison. It should be mental exhaustion."Geralt was also somewhat confused. After arriving at the tavern room, seeing Will asleep, he didn't pay much attention and went out to process materials.When he returned in the evening, he encountered Sarat looking for Will. Will still hadn't woken up. After some inquiries, Sarat only said they went to clear out monsters. Geralt concluded it was some form of mental fatigue.Will breathed a sigh of relief. It was good it was only this long. If he had slept for ten years, who would he cry to?"Sarat and I did a few big things..." He proactively explained, then took out the notebook and handed it over.Geralt took it but didn't open it immediately. He asked, "Are you sure the people are completely wiped out? It's too late to go back now."Will nodded dismissively. "Completely wiped out. Don't worry about them coming after us. From now on, the Scoiatael everywhere will be strictly purged." Geralt shook his head and didn't say much more, seemingly not agreeing with his statement."Oh, right. Was the Forktail hunt successful?""The one in your mouth is it.""Uh...""Oh, right, the Banshee...""It's handled. The Banshee's tongue, claws, windpipe, and heart are all valuable. The blood is useless now."Geralt changed the subject, his tone somewhat serious."I have to say, you are really lucky. But a Witcher relying on luck will only die foolishly. The death records of those clumsy Witchers are still at Kaer Morhen. I hope you don't end up on that list one day."Will really needed to reflect. This time, he relied on having so many shields and acted recklessly. He should have become a Witcher before encountering such a monster."I admit my mistake. I won't risk my life again. But I don't know why, my blood made the Banshee abnormal."After a while, Geralt faintly uttered two words: "Poisonous.""..."The atmosphere fell silent for a moment."Will, when we return to melitele this time, the Trial of the Grasses is about to begin.""Have you thought it through? There is no chance to regret becoming a Witcher. I have seen countless Witchers who detest becoming monsters; they die much faster than others.""Geralt, there's no need to dwell on this issue. My answer will always be no regrets. After being transformed into a Witcher, I only see advantages.""Good! This time, there is a red mutation substance inside the Forktail. Take it after the decoction preparation is finished; it will give you greater strength."Geralt stopped wasting words and opened the notebook. Soon after, his brow began to furrow tightly, as if a thousand pounds of weight pressed upon his heart. His reading speed grew faster and faster.Will had eaten all the Forktail meat, yet Geralt remained stunned like a wooden statue, not speaking."Sigh! I will handle this matter."He sighed and gave a vague answer, but Will presenting this notebook wasn't intended to be taken lightly; it was meant to shift the other party's thinking."Geralt, I bet you definitely plan to keep hiding with Ciri, right?" Geralt nodded, wanting to speak but stopping.Will shook his head, directly shattering his beautiful fantasy."When the elder blood fluctuates, The Wild Hunt can capture the signal. Otherwise, why would they frequently invade this world? It also appeared the year Cintra fell.""The politicians, for Cintra's rule, either force her to bear children or kill her."Cintra only had male heirs. The Lioness Queen had always wanted to change this law but couldn't succeed under immense pressure."What do you think the Brotherhood of Sorcerers thinks about the elder blood and The White Frost? They are powerful and long-lived, and arrogantly claim to protect the world.""The result is that the surroundings are full of enemies! What should you do?""...""Kill..."Geralt murmured in a low voice, his expression very calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.After a while, he suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on Ellander not far away, as if passing through layers of obstacles to reach the Temple of Melitele, remaining silent for a long time.