lWill contentedly boarded the carriage, waving goodbye to the old butler Afu. He had a friendly chat with Lady Mary, drinking mulled wine by the fireplace, grilling, and discussing aristocratic anecdotes and international politics.It was the first time the lady had eaten grilled sausages, and she seemed a bit clumsy and unaccustomed to it. When bitten by sharp teeth, the sausage would squeeze out oil, which could accidentally scald one's face. Will quickly helped her wipe it clean, using his Source of Life to remove the burn marks.Finally, he decided to participate in the concert under the Sacred Tree.The Sacred Tree and the tourists from various places all attracted him, as did the upcoming consumption of the Swallow Potion, which would give him more confidence against sorcerers....Below the Temple's Attic was a utility room, which was now Will's room.Geralt, Nannick, and Yennefer were all sitting there, and the subject of their conversation was Will, who had not yet returned to the temple."This child really gives me a headache," Nannick sighed, holding her forehead by the table."You don't like him looking for more mature women?" Geralt stroked his chin, looking calm and composed. Although he was in charge of supervision, this issue didn't seem like a big deal to him."Too mature! That widow Mary is already 26, his standards are too low!" Nannick was a bit annoyed, from the perspective of an old mother, it would be best to choose a young and beautiful noble lady for him.Yennefer disagreed, because Ciri often secretly watched Will, and after observing, she found that the boy was a gentleman.She suddenly spoke, "You're wrong, the pretty boy has high standards. He only likes fair-skinned, mature, and beautiful women. He's never laid a hand on any girls. He wouldn't even glance at ugly girls with rough skin, freckled faces, or those who haven't grown up yet, or those who already have partners.""Unlike Dandelion, he wants to spend the night with any woman."Geralt felt a bit helpless hearing about his old friend's exploits. What could he do? Dandelion was a handsome and charming Bard, and extremely narcissistic, believing every woman who appeared before him was interested in him.Nannick pondered, should she write down all the beautiful noblewomen she had contacted?"Hey! Weren't we discussing him becoming a Witcher?" Geralt interrupted the gossip, bringing the conversation back to the main topic."The preparatory potion has been made. The white gull potion is best brewed on the spot, and the mutagen potion should be taken after everything is over.""When will the trial take place?""There's a problem, he can no longer have children." Yennefer brought up the topic again. Clearly, her obsession with fertility far surpassed that of other sorcerers, and she would even fly into a rage when others mentioned this weakness.Nannick smiled slightly, "What is the domain of Goddess Melitele?""Life, harvest, fertility. I don't believe that someone blessed by the Goddess would have his fertility affected by the Swallow Potion. The most important point is, whatever he wants to achieve, he will succeed."Yennefer felt a little envious, but she was very happy now with her adopted daughter, Ciri."Alright, after the trial, I should also be taking Ciri to Aretuza Academy."Geralt did not object.Nannick seemed to recall something and continued."I still remember not long after he woke up, he would lie by the window every day in a daze. A fat merchant from Vizima sent several bruised little girls to the temple to study, hoping to sell them for a good price after they graduated. Will casually said that this merchant would soon die because of gold coins.""A week later, the merchant was robbed by bandits on his way to Vizima. He would have been fine if he had handed over all his crowns, but he ultimately died because he forgot he had two crowns hidden in the sole of his shoe."Everyone fell silent, not knowing what to say.Until Will pushed open the door to the room and found the three of them sitting in chairs, staring at him in unison. Their eyes held anger, admiration, and envy. Geralt secretly gave him a thumbs up.He calmly closed the door, walked to the bed, kicked off his boots, thinking that whoever spoke now would be awkward, then covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes, entering a state of meditation.Not long after, a knock suddenly sounded.Knock knock knock!"Will, are you there?"Ciri's voice came, asking somewhat shyly.He helplessly opened his eyes, thinking how lively this dog's den was tonight. He stared at the group of people who weren't opening the door, put on his boots, and opened the main door."Ciri, what's wrong?"Ciri, wearing a thin nightgown, looked a bit worried, "Lady Yennefer isn't back yet, I don't know where she went..."Will heard half the sentence and immediately dodged to the right, revealing the three people sitting in chairs behind him."Come in, I see you're shivering from the cold."Ciri was a little curious and quickly ran to sit next to Yennefer, looking left and right as she asked, "Why is everyone here?""We came to inquire about what Will was doing at Lady Mary's place." Nannick's eyes were playful, seemingly wanting to see how he would answer.Will poured himself a cup of hot tea and drank it in one gulp."That's for making money, of course. Lady Mary is very generous, she offered five hundred crowns to commission me to go with her to Gouss Velen, to attend Dandelion's concert, right under the Great Oak Tree.""Bards have concerts everywhere, it's not uncommon. Is there anything special about this one?" Geralt was used to his old friend's travels. The other party would exaggerate his adventure stories many times over to get higher rewards and fame."The interesting thing is, the person who invited Mary is named Rience..." He repeated the information, only telling them he had gathered it from Lady Mary."So it's the Rience you mentioned last time. You know him, right?" Geralt brought up the old matter again.Will already had a countermeasure: the Goddess's Warning Dream spell!"Yes, in a dream a long time ago. At the time, I didn't know their identities. Rience and a burly, exceptionally handsome man were talking. They mentioned wanting to capture Ciri and kill Triss and Geralt.""This man's name is Vilgefortz." Will looked at Yennefer, whose face immediately changed drastically, and she retorted loudly:"Impossible! At Sodden Hill, he led us in resisting the Nilfgaardian invasion."Geralt was a bit silent. He had also heard that name, and it didn't seem to be as Will described.Will sighed, knowing this would happen. Vilgefortz, with twenty-two sorcerers, including Geralt's old flames, had decisively defeated the Nilfgaardian army in the Sodden Mountains and brokered a truce between the northern and southern kingdoms, enjoying immense prestige.This was also why he hadn't wanted to say it then—it couldn't be proven!The other party was not accused of colluding with Nilfgaard until many years later, when his identity would be exposed.And this time was a very good opportunity to use Rience as a breakthrough to uncover Vilgefortz's secret.