Witcher: Master Kiliman’s Grand Ambitions-Chapter 36: Francesca Wants to Meet

The gifts of fate always come with a hidden price tag.
Kiriman couldn't remember where he'd read that phrase, but he deeply agreed with it.
Whether in reality or in numerous literary works, he had witnessed many similar situations.
But worrying was pointless - he needed to focus on living well in the present.
While pondering these trivial thoughts, Kiriman turned his gaze to Valessa's beautiful face, which was filled with shock and excitement, feeling secretly pleased.
Perhaps it was his twisted sense of humor, but whether in bed or in daily life, he always enjoyed watching refined, aloof, or haughty beautiful women break their composure in front of him.
This psychological satisfaction was one of the driving forces behind his relentless efforts.
A smile playing on his lips, he soon noticed Valessa's expression shifting from shocked excitement to concern and distress, prompting him to ask:
"What's wrong, Valessa? Don't you need these items?"
"If that's the case, don't trouble yourself over it - I can sell them to others."
Valessa shook her head in frustration, hesitating for a moment before replying:
"No, it's not that, Kiriman."
"These are all highly sought-after goods, whether as war reserves or medical supplies - we desperately need them."
"But their value is too high for me to decide alone."
"I must consult with others first."
The female elf looked up, biting her lower lip, and said in a pleading tone:
"Please give me some time, Kiriman."
"I'll give you an answer as soon as possible."
Kiriman wasn't surprised by this outcome.
One ounce of anesthetic powder could fetch dozens of Orens on the black market, and twenty kilograms of anesthetic powder would be worth at least six thousand Orens even at friendship prices.
One ounce of anesthetic powder could fetch dozens of Orens on the black market, and twenty kilograms of anesthetic powder would be worth at least six thousand Orens even at friendship prices.
Thousands or even tens of thousands of Orens represented a massive expenditure anywhere - even major nobles with extensive territories needed time to raise such funds, let alone a small village like Ammonite Village.
Of course, if Valessa could purchase these contraband items, the payment would certainly come from the forces backing her, but this was definitely no small matter that should be rushed.
Seeing no one around, he chuckled softly.
He directly reached out and pulled Valessa into his embrace, skillfully exploring her body with practiced hands, undressing her and discarding unnecessary restraints until the female elf's face grew flushed.
Caressing her smooth, jade-like wheat-colored skin, he whispered like a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit:
"Of course, no problem, Valessa."
"No need to be so formal between us - we help each other out."
"But last night, I worked all night without sleep and killed over a dozen bandits."
"I've built up a lot of pressure that needs release - now it's your turn to help me."
"Hehe, here comes the big bad wolf!"
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Over the next few days, Berengar quietly recuperated in Ammonite Village.
Kiriman had even hired a half-elf girl specifically to care for him, attending to this nearly half-crippled witcher and looking after his daily needs.
His injuries weren't just about losing his left arm and reduced combat capability.
The Bone-Corroding Arrow's magical energy had severely eroded his body, requiring an extended period of rest and recovery.
The Bone-Corroding Arrow's magical energy had severely eroded his body, requiring an extended period of rest and recovery.
Only during leisurely evenings when chatting with Berengar would they discuss past dangerous witchering experiences, with Kiriman learning unmastered knowledge from their conversations.
Occasionally, when Valessa was busy working, Lord Kiriman would secretly borrow the beautiful elf's tall steed, dress in high-end clothing, make slight disguises to pose as nobility or wealthy merchants, and visit the prosperous towns nearby.
Of course, he did this primarily to gather more information, seek out powerful elite monsters, and understand the current turbulent situation beyond that.
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That afternoon.
Valessa and Francesca met secretly in their usual secret chamber.
Valessa and Francesca met secretly in their usual secret chamber.
She asked:
"What's wrong, Valessa?"
"Have you encountered some difficulty?"
Valessa certainly wouldn't tell her monarch about her man's... performance issues.
She just smiled awkwardly and asked:
"Your Majesty, about those supplies in the witcher's possession - have you reached a decision?"
"Should we purchase them?"
Francesca sat on an exquisite wicker chair, gently stroking her stunning cheek with her fingers, pondering for a few seconds before replying:
"I've considered this matter."
"Of course we should purchase them."
"Anesthetic powder is quite sought-after with wide applications. Although sorcerers can concoct this medicine, its raw materials are extremely scarce, making large-scale production difficult."
"Anesthetic powder is quite sought-after with wide applications. Although sorcerers can concoct this medicine, its raw materials are extremely scarce, making large-scale production difficult."
"Here's what I'll do - I have several quite practical magical items and some knowledge related to witchers."
"Go ask that witcher if he'd be willing to purchase these."
"If the timing is appropriate, arrange a meeting between us."
"We might have several other commissions we could entrust to your witcher."