"Outsider, who are you?"
"Why have you come to this village?"
Guilliman's nearly two-meter tall stature, even among the generally stronger Northerners, was definitely considered outstandingly burly, especially since the people coming and going in the village were all slender elves.
He had just approached the blacksmith shop when the female elf who was striking iron noticed him.
As a fellow swordsman, Guilliman's keen Witcher instincts allowed him to see at a glance that this elven female blacksmith was also a formidable warrior.
This was a conclusion drawn from a combination of personal aura, physique, movements, and gaze, and with Kogelgrim's decades of combat experience as a reference, it should not be wrong.
However, before he could answer, the female elf recognized his identity as a Witcher through the unusual shape of his pupils. Her tone softened slightly, and she asked:
"You are a Witcher?"
"Did you come because you saw the bounty notice our village put up?"
Guilliman thought for a moment and did not deny it. Instead, he looked curiously at the female elf and the excellent weapons in her shop, asking:
"I have already accepted the dragon-hunting quest and am preparing to hunt the wyvern on the mountain peak."
"Madam, are you the village blacksmith?"
"I think your forging skills are quite exquisite. If possible, could you forge a longsword for me? It would help me complete your village's quest better."
The female elf, however, frowned and looked at Guilliman seriously, scrutinizing him carefully, and said:
"Where did you accept the quest, Witcher? Have you met the village chief yet?"
Seeing that her attitude had changed slightly, seeming a bit wary, Guilliman answered truthfully to avoid misunderstanding:
"Not yet, Madam. I have just arrived in this village."
"However, I have already discussed with Captain Yarpan of the Dragon-Hunting Squad. We will each deal with one of the two wyverns and then split the reward evenly."
"Afterward, I will also go to visit the village chief. After all, wyverns are powerful monsters, and I may need the village chief's help with information or pre-battle preparations."
"If possible, I would like to inquire if there are any other Witcher contracts."
Highly skilled blacksmiths always enjoyed a high status, no matter where they were, let alone in such a small village. Because of this, Guilliman explained in more detail.
Perhaps hearing that his words did not sound false, the female elf put down her hammer, walked out of the blacksmith shop, and stood less than half a meter from Guilliman. With her arms crossed, she said with a somewhat proud attitude:
"Hello, Witcher."
"My name is Valesha Psila Minasdor, the village chief, warrior chief, and blacksmith of Ammonite Village."
"A year ago, I personally led the team to hunt those two wyverns. If you need any information, no one in this village should know more than I do."
"That time, although we lost two excellent archers, I also shot out the eye of the female wyvern."
"Since then, these two wyverns have often come to our village to cause trouble, stealing our livestock, and sometimes even attacking lone individuals."
At this point, whether out of kindness or some competitive spirit between warriors, Valesha snorted lightly and continued:
"I've heard that all Witchers are highly skilled warriors and can use some magic."
"However, I still need to warn you, these two wyverns are over seven meters long, incredibly strong, and very cunning. Their intelligence is not low, and ordinary arrows can only pierce their skin, unable to harm their internal organs."
"Even among the wyvern sub-dragon species, they should be considered among the powerful ones."
"If you intend to deal with them alone, it will likely be very difficult. If you are not confident, do not easily go to your death."
This kind of remark, which was both a warning and a reminder, sounded a bit awkward.
However, Guilliman didn't mind.
Because as he got closer, he realized that the female elf named Valesha was simply too beautiful, and it wasn't the gentle beauty of an ordinary woman, but rather the heroic, slightly cold aesthetic of a female warrior.
Whether by human or elven standards of beauty, one couldn't help but praise her as a beauty.
He had always been quite lenient towards beautiful women.
Valesha's long string of names during her self-introduction clearly indicated she was not a commoner, most likely from a pure-blood elven family.
Pure-blood elves. No wonder this village was so wealthy, able to offer such a generous reward for the dragon-hunting quest.
And the fact that a pure-blood elven warrior could be appointed as the village chief and warrior chief gave Guilliman a slight guess about the village's origins.
He did not offer any defense of his own strength. Instead, he took out several parchment blueprints from his in my arms and handed them to the elven beauty in front of him, saying:
"Madam Valesha, these are the exclusive equipment blueprints for us Witchers: a set of leather armor, a Witcher's steel sword, and a Witcher's silver sword."
"If you can forge them for me, it will be very helpful for my upcoming battles."
"Of course, I will pay the required fee."
"If materials are lacking, I will also find a way to acquire them."
Seeing Guilliman take out the equipment blueprints and refer to them as exclusive Witcher gear, Valesha's face showed an interested expression.
She reached out and took the blueprints, reading them carefully, sometimes furrowing her beautiful brows, sometimes smiling at the ingenious designs on the blueprints. The Witcher's gaze, meanwhile, unreservedly admired the beauty of the elven woman in front of him.
Her straight, long legs, slender waist, clearly defined yet soft mermaid lines and eight-pack abs, and a generous bosom that even layers of binding couldn't conceal, made her seem like a heroic female elven warrior from a story stepping out of the screen, a feast for the eyes.
Such a naturally beautiful elven woman made Guilliman practically drool with desire.
However, Valesha seemed unfazed by his rather aggressive gaze. After looking at the blueprints for a few minutes, she looked up into Guilliman's eyes and said seriously:
"Mr. Witcher, I can forge both the Viper Silver Sword and the Viper Steel Sword from the blueprints you provided."
"However, because these two weapons require expensive materials such as meteoric iron, refined steel, and a large amount of silver, their cost will be quite high. I estimate at least six hundred Orens, but the actual cost will only be known after I finish forging them."
"If you confirm the order, I should be able to complete them within three days."
"As for the light leather armor in the last blueprint, I suggest you come back to me after you've dealt with the wyvern and obtained its hide."
"Otherwise, I only have very ordinary leather here, which would be difficult to meet your desired defensive requirements."
Valesha indeed had the personality of a female warrior; her speech was quite straightforward, without the shrewdness of a merchant.
The price she quoted was even cheaper than Guilliman had expected.
After a few seconds of consideration, Guilliman pretended to reach for his lower back, but in reality, he took out two coin purses containing one hundred Orens each from his storage space and handed them to the female elf.
"Then I'll trouble you, Madam Valesha. This is a two-hundred Orens deposit."
"We plan to set off to hunt the wyvern in three days, but before that, if you have any Witcher contracts, I hope you'll also consider me."
"As you can see, my coin purse is almost empty because of you."