Witcher: Master Kiliman’s Grand Ambitions-Chapter 35: Thanks for the Gifts from the Salamander Gang

The next morning, the rising sun cast its warm glow, shining equally upon everyone.
Regarding the events of the previous night, whether in the outskirts of Vizima or the peaceful Ammonite Village, everyone remained completely unaware.
Except for those directly involved, no one knew that just last night, over a dozen Salamander Gang thugs had lost their lives, and the respected Eternal Fire priest had become a headless corpse.
Meanwhile, the kidnapped boys and girls, guided by someone, had quietly made their way to the guards' command post and were successfully rescued.
They would soon be returned to the families of the missing children, reuniting with their loved ones.
However, when Kiriman appeared at the village entrance of Ammonite Village, holding the adorable elven girl Miko in his arms while riding a tall horse, it immediately caused a small commotion.
Lady Riana, who had been waiting day and night, rushed forward immediately and embraced her missing daughter, weeping with joy. After just a few whispered words between them, they pressed their foreheads together, comforting each other.
Valessa soon arrived at the village entrance as well. Seeing this touching scene, her eyes slightly reddened as if reminded of something.
During the past elf wars, particularly among pure-blood elf families like hers, countless warriors had fallen, and many had lost their families.
Perhaps it was precisely because of these regrets that she felt particularly moved when seeing other families reunite.
The female elf walked slowly to Kiriman's side.
She first glanced with surprise at Berengar standing behind Kiriman - who looked weak, his left hand wrapped in bandages, and a Wolf School Witcher medallion hanging on his chest - then spoke with sincere gratitude:
"Thank you, Kiriman."
She first glanced with surprise at Berengar standing behind Kiriman - who looked weak, his left hand wrapped in bandages, and a Wolf School Witcher medallion hanging on his chest - then spoke with sincere gratitude:
Kiriman chuckled softly, using a tone that maintained some distance yet remained friendly:
"A witcher completes a contract and receives payment - that's the ancient rule."
"And given our relationship, there's no need for such formality."
"As long as it doesn't violate principles, I'm quite willing to accept your commissions."
His tone was matter-of-fact, not like sweet words meant to please a girl, but Valessa was genuinely moved.
She rose on her toes, ignoring the curious glances from villagers around them, wrapped her arms around the witcher's neck, and pressed her sweet-scented lips against the corner of his mouth.
With the girl being so forward, Kiriman naturally felt no reservations. He wrapped his arms around her slender yet firm waist, responding to the elf beauty's passion.
After more than ten seconds, Valessa with slightly flushed cheeks released the witcher, then asked as if changing the subject:
"Who is that gentleman behind you?"
"Oh, and what about Mr. Scott, Lady Riana's husband? Didn't he return with you?"
Kiriman thoughtfully licked the corner of his mouth, a special rose-like fragrance putting him in quite a pleasant mood.
He turned to look at Berengar, nodded to the witcher, and introduced:
Kiriman thoughtfully licked the corner of his mouth, a special rose-like fragrance putting him in quite a pleasant mood.
"He participated in last night's operation to rescue Miko with me, but he was rather unlucky - injured by a sorceress's vicious magic, sustaining serious physical damage."
"So for the coming period, I hope he can recuperate in the village."
"I can guarantee he's definitely not a bad person and won't do anything to harm the village."
Valessa nodded upon hearing this. With Kiriman's guarantee and since he was injured while saving someone, she naturally wouldn't object.
"As for Mr. Scott, he seemed to be drunk last night."
"The situation was urgent, and to prevent complications, I only had the innkeeper inform him about the matter."
"He should probably be able to return by this afternoon."
After saying this, Kiriman, not wanting to endure the villagers' curious and suggestive gazes any longer, took Valessa's hand and whispered in her ear:
"Many people are watching us. Let's go home first."
"I acquired some special things during this operation."
"I plan to sell them to you - I believe you need them very much."
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Arriving at Valessa's residence.
Berengar was settled in a house not far away to rest.
Kiriman didn't beat around the bush nor continue hiding the secret of his storage space.
He directly took out a large package weighing about twenty kilograms from it, placing it seemingly out of thin air in the main hall.
"These are all anesthetic powders that I found while clearing out the enemy stronghold."
"Valessa, I remember you have considerable knowledge of herbalism."
"You should know very clearly that although anesthetic powders are now classified as prohibited drugs, banned from public sale, and considered quite dangerous substances."
"These are all anesthetic powders that I found while clearing out the enemy stronghold."
Having fought alongside those elf warriors in the forest for so long, the secret of his storage space had actually been exposed already, though no one had ever asked him about it.
"You should know very clearly that although anesthetic powders are now classified as prohibited drugs, banned from public sale, and considered quite dangerous substances."
While explaining the effects of the anesthetic powders, he continuously took out many other smuggled items from his storage space that he had no use for but were very valuable to ordinary people.
These were spoils he had obtained from clearing the Salamander Gang stronghold.
It had to be said that the secret room guarded by a sorceress and over a dozen Salamander Gang members armed with hand crossbows must have been quite an important stronghold.
While explaining the effects of the anesthetic powders, he continuously took out many other smuggled items from his storage space that he had no use for but were very valuable to ordinary people.
The most valuable among them were over a hundred smuggled weapons, over a hundred hand crossbows, tens of thousands of crossbow bolts, and dozens of kilograms of anesthetic powders.
The weapons, hand crossbows, and bolts were too bulky, so he had stored them in a hidden spot just over ten minutes away from the stronghold and hadn't brought them back.
Not only were large numbers of kidnapped children ready for trafficking held there, but it also stored large quantities of smuggled goods.
The most valuable among them were hundreds of smuggled weapons, hundreds of hand crossbows, tens of thousands of crossbow bolts, and dozens of kilograms of anesthetic powders.
The weapons, hand crossbows, and bolts were too bulky, so he had stored them in a hidden spot just ten minutes away from the stronghold and hadn't brought them back.
As for smaller smuggled items like the anesthetic powders, he had packed them all into his storage space.
That's why, like Geralt and the Child of Destiny Ciri, he always encountered things ordinary people would rarely experience in their lifetime.
In many legends, the Goddess of Destiny was the most powerful deity in the witcher's world.
She was omnipresent yet formless and shadowless, without even a name, yet constantly influencing the fate of the entire world, perceiving past and future, controlling the world's direction.
The famous "Law of Surprise" was a direct manifestation of the power of destiny.
Many people who could influence the world's fate at critical junctures were products of the Law of Surprise.
She was omnipresent yet formless and shadowless, without even a name, yet constantly influencing the fate of the entire world, seeing through past and future, controlling the world's direction.
But some powerful spellcasters, some people favored by gods, some self-proclaimed sages, and elves with special powers - they could all perceive traces of destiny to varying degrees and deeply revered this power.