Witcher: Master Kiliman’s Grand Ambitions-Chapter 37: Wolf School Skills Acquisition in Progress

Your Witcher!
Hearing Francesca's teasing words, Valessa's face unconsciously flushed with a rosy hue.
She opened her mouth wanting to refute her relationship with Kiriman, but facing the queen's meaningful expression, she somewhat guiltily turned her head away, not daring to make a sound.
Although this queen appeared to be only around twenty years old.
Francesca was actually born hundreds of years ago, during the era when humans and elves were still engaged in brutal warfare.
She was born in war, and in war witnessed the rise of humanity and the decline of the elven race.
Including Valessa, many descendants of the elven race were watched growing up by this queen.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was an elder, even a grandparent or ancestor figure to many elves.
Of course, this queen would definitely never admit this point. Even with a lifespan of several hundred years and having witnessed countless births and deaths, she still considered herself just a maiden, a pure elven maiden.
While human sorcerers had limited lifespans, even among all currently existing sorcerers in the entire sorcerer world, this elven queen was one of the longest-living sorceresses.
Once, the transcendent elven sage Ida Emin said that Francesca's talent was exceptionally outstanding, far surpassing ordinary mortals, and she was the sorceress most likely to become a sage among the Aen Seidhe elves in nearly a thousand years.
This was extremely high praise. Even during the peak period when the population once exceeded hundreds of millions, the number of elven sages was less than ten.
Each existing elven sage was an ancient monster who had lived over ten thousand years. The life and death of ordinary people, even the rise and fall of races, were merely normal cycles in the eyes of these elven sages.
Only when facing genuine existential threats would these transcendent super-powerful beings intervene to save their race.
Watching her most trusted guard captain show such maidenly shy expression.
Francesca suddenly found it quite amusing, and the depressed mood that had weighed on her heart these past days dissipated considerably.
She flicked her dark golden long hair with her fingers, a relaxed and breathtakingly beautiful smile appearing on her face.
After reminiscing for a few seconds, Francesca reached into her waist pouch, pulled out a crystal bottle filled with purple mist-like solution, and handed it to Valessa before her, saying with a smile:
"This is the highest grade love potion, said to be brewed using succubus blood as the main ingredient."
"Just spray it on your body, and it can enhance a woman's charm for a certain period, making men obsessed with you, mentally excited, maintaining stamina, working through the night without rest."
"It can also make your skin become tender and smooth, full of vitality, maintaining a youthful state long-term. It's an excellent beauty preservation medicine."
"If sold to those human noblewomen, it could even exchange for a residence in the kingdom's capital or a large fortune."
"Take it, consider it your reward for this period."
"It should solve your current troubles."
Even though Valessa said nothing, Francesca seemed to know everything.
Powerful sorcerers could use mind-reading magic, observing ordinary people's thoughts through chaotic magical fluctuations.
If one's mental strength wasn't powerful enough and lacked psychological defense methods, an ordinary person's mind was almost completely exposed before a powerful sorcerer.
Valessa wasn't surprised that the queen saw through her thoughts. Clearly, such things had happened before.
Just as she hesitated whether to accept this obviously high-end love potion while staring at the bottle.
Francesca was a superior who knew how to reward and punish clearly and how to win over subordinates. She firmly pushed the potion into Valessa's hand, not forgetting to add:
"Don't forget what I tasked you with."
"Arrange for me to meet with that Witcher before he leaves the village."
"You can tell him my identity, say I have some very profitable commissions I can assign to him."
"Or complete some commissions that would be difficult for him to accomplish."
"He seems like a smart person, probably won't refuse."
……………
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, Kiriman had already stayed in Ammonite Village for over half a month.
The Viper School Witcher's advanced leather armor had been completed, forged personally by Valessa with many excellent elven craftsmen assisting. It was truly full of sincerity.
This was a set of advanced leather armor overall dark brown in color, weighing up to fifteen kilograms, with critical parts wrapped in precision steel armor plates—worthy of being called a masterwork.
Because its main material came from thick-skinned adult wyverns, with triple-layer armor configuration up to two centimeters thick.
Although this armor was slightly heavier than ordinary thick leather armor, its defensive capability and flexibility far surpassed military-grade standard equipment.
Even ordinary hand crossbows could only create noticeable dents on the outermost layer of this leather armor, unable to penetrate it.
Even the famed Witcher-killing pitchfork, if struck head-on, would find it difficult to break through this armor's defense, only causing some flesh wounds.
Back then, if Geralt had worn this armor during his operations, he wouldn't have been seriously injured by a pitchfork but could have wreaked havoc among the mob.
While it couldn't defend against extremely powerful attacks like ballistae, siege engines, heavy crossbows, or attacks from giant monsters like chorts and minotaurs.
But against ordinary combat, this armor held overwhelming superiority.
It also made up for one of Kiriman's shortcomings, making him less fragile.
However, obtaining such excellent core equipment didn't make Kiriman happy. Instead, he remained quite frustrated.
This was because the romantic escapades and frequent exertions of the previous period had left both his spirit and body in a wilted state, lacking energy.
Even his favorite nighttime activities seemed to have lost their appeal.
Every night holding the perfect body of the elven beauty Valessa, he could only use his mouth to nibble, his hands to caress, give some licks—unable to engage in real combat.
For Kiriman who considered himself an ultimate stud, this was a fatal blow that nearly gave him depression.
No choice. Since he couldn't do enjoyable things, he could only focus his energy on learning Witcher skills.
During this period, almost from morning till night, from day to dark.
Whenever he had time, he practiced the Wolf School Witcher skills learned from Berengar, studied swordsmanship secrets, memorized Witcher monster knowledge, and practiced Witcher signs.
Perhaps because of his special Witcher King physique, Kiriman found these skills quite easy to learn, needing almost no foundation building, quickly getting the hang of it and learning with proper form.
Finally, after a week of relentless effort, his system interface finally responded, popping up a series of messages.
Ding! Learned [Wolf School Swordsmanship] Beginner Level.
Ding! Learned [Quen Sign] Beginner Level.
Ding! Learned [Yrden Sign] Beginner Level.
Ding! Learned [Axii Sign] Beginner Level.