But at least under the arrangement of the Flaming Rose Knight Order, they would fare better than those uncared-for orphans.
After dealing with the academy's affairs, Guilliman didn't idle.
Now that his Igni Sign had reached the transcendent stage and he had acquired a super-grade equipment like the Evil Dragon Armor, it was the perfect time to deal with the ancient Leshen mentioned by the Flower Goddess.
However, before that, Guilliman still took some time to learn the most basic [School of the Cat Witcher Swordsmanship] and [School of the Bear Witcher Swordsmanship], these two exclusive skills.
The initial level of exclusive skills, unlike other ordinary swordsmanship, could not be immediately upgraded with Soul Power; they required a period of familiarity to reach the true getting Started stage before they could be improved.
Therefore, the earlier they were learned, the better.
As for the Wolf School Swordsmanship and Viper School Swordsmanship he had already mastered, since he now had enough Soul Power, over ten thousand points, Guilliman was not stingy and upgraded both swordsmanships by one level, reaching level five.
His strength and speed were again doubled compared to ordinary people, reaching almost nine times that of an ordinary person.
Along with the swordsmanship, Quen, which was at level four, was also upgraded to level five, further enhancing the shield's strength and duration, making it suitable for fending off annoying minor attacks and allowing him to concentrate more easily on powerful enemies.
Upgrading three skills consumed a total of six thousand Soul Power, leaving over four thousand points.
He temporarily did not want to use this remaining Soul Power.
In case he encountered a strong enemy and suffered a setback, four thousand Soul Power should be enough to maintain his undying state for a long time, allowing him to find a way to escape.
Only by staying alive could he continue to grow stronger and have more possibilities.
Therefore, essential trump cards were absolutely indispensable.
After upgrading his skills, he was ready to deal with the ancient Leshen, targeting the Upper Aedirn region.
As for the academy.
After Gaetan and Ged officially joined the academy, they did not hold back, but like Berengar and Letho, they shared all the Witcher knowledge, swordsmanship, and Signs they had mastered.
Before the completion of the Witcher Academy, the task Guilliman gave them, besides basic training for the Witcher apprentices,
Most importantly, was to integrate the commonalities of the four schools, complementing their strengths and weaknesses, and compile a set of basic textbooks suitable for all Witcher apprentices.
After all, his goal was not to train a few, or even a dozen, apprentices like other schools.
Instead, it was to cultivate a Witcher army numbering at least hundreds, or even thousands, to help him integrate the resources of all realms... Upper Aedirn, on the border of a large primeval forest region.
As the magic in the air suddenly fluctuated, a spatial rift, like a shattered mirror, suddenly appeared on the ground.
Crack!
Guilliman's body appeared there in a blink of an eye, as if breaking through a mirror, one hand holding the Sword of Lumina, the other maintaining the gesture for the Quen shield, ready to block any attack at any time.
He looked up at the area dozens of kilometers away, enveloped by a strange red mist, and sighed in his heart.
The Elder Blood was still so useful. This magical disaster, caused by a level four spell, could block ordinary people and most sorcerers, but it couldn't stop a spatial traveler like him.
If he didn't have the Elder Blood, he would probably have to either take a long detour or force his way through this magical disaster area, just like Geralt in the game.
However, for someone like him, who had no spatial coordinates and could only rely on random sensing for teleportation, there were considerable risks.
After all, he was not Ciri, the Child of Destiny, blessed by the Goddess of Fortune.
Not to mention teleporting hundreds of meters into the air, or directly underground, even being teleported into a monster den, or into some mud pit, seawater, or other environmental death traps, would be quite unpleasant.
After realizing there was no danger around him, Guilliman put away his long sword, just as he was wondering how to notify the Flower Goddess that he had arrived near the destination.
Accompanied by a heartwarming floral fragrance, a beautiful, plump, and graceful figure, like an older sister, slowly floated towards him from the air seven or eight meters away.
With long, emerald-green hair like grass, an intelligent and gentle beautiful face, and a subtly revealed, captivating figure that made men unable to help but gaze intently, it was indeed the Flower Goddess, Dana Méadbh.
The goddess seemed to have been waiting for a long time; she gave the Witcher a gentle smile, then opened her arms and floated gently into his embrace like a flower.
Without saying a word, she first gave the Witcher a tender yet passionate kiss.
Faced with such temptation, Guilliman would not be polite.
He directly reached his hand into the thin, cicada-wing-like long veil, searching for that soft and warm place.
His mouth was equally impolite, diligently collecting nectar like a bee, not missing a single drop.
It was not until five or six minutes had passed, until the Witcher felt as if he had tasted a hundred kinds of flowers, that he reluctantly released the goddess.
With a smile on his lips, he bowed slightly and said:
"It's a pleasure to see you again, beautiful goddess, Lady Dana Méadbh."
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