Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 301 Siel's Ambiguous Invitation

Even the rather rigid sorceress Syle couldn't help but smile after receiving Wayne's praise.

In truth, among the many fallen warlocks, the sorceress Sylvanas is truly tragic.

As one of the most powerful and revered members of the Northern Sorceresses, unlike many sorceresses, Shel had absolutely no interest in her position as a member of the High Council. In fact, she resigned from that position years ago to focus solely on her academic research and experiments, making her a rather pure sorceress.

This time, I'm not venturing into the mist with Yennefer to compete for a bounty, but to study these new monsters from another world.

Curiosity killed the cat.

This time it turned out to be so tragic. She and Yennefer had only been in the Mist for a few days when they were caught red-handed by the army controlled by Baal, and were even directly corrupted by magic by Kaduin, who was possessed by Baal.

If Wayne hadn't suddenly appeared and defeated the demon king's clone, she and the other corrupted sorcerers would have been corrupted by the dark power, turning into filthy monsters with twisted minds, leading lives more miserable than death.

Therefore, when faced with Wayne's pledge of allegiance, Sean did not show any intention of refusing. Repaying the life-saving grace with thirty years of loyalty was already a very worthwhile deal.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, a sorceress's life can even reach nearly a thousand years, and thirty years is only a very small part of her life.

Perhaps the other fallen warlocks had similar thoughts, which is why they joined Wayne's secret research lab with virtually no resistance, assisting him in his research on various topics, and always appearing quite obedient.

Perhaps in the minds of many sorcerers, a thirty-year indenture is roughly equivalent to three years of work for an ordinary person.

As for Sabina and Fringilla, two of the four sorceresses, these two sorceresses, who were addicted to power and a life of luxury, were unwilling to stay in this dark and gloomy laboratory and conduct thirty years of anonymous research after regaining their sanity.

Although Wayne promised that a better research environment would be provided soon and that the researchers would not be treated unfairly.

However, compared to their research, the two sorceresses longed for the vibrant and diverse life outside.

Helpless, under the almost fawning seduction and flattery of the two sorceresses, Wayne, after enjoying a few days of decadent living, finally agreed to their request.

After all, academic research is completely ineffective if you don't put in the effort.

At the same time, I was amazed. The sorceresses were so versatile and had much stronger stamina than ordinary women. Once they lowered their pride and focused on serving men, they were even more outstanding than the top socialites and more intoxicating than the most shameless slaves.

So Wayne asked the powerful and trustworthy witch Lani to create a demigod-level magical contract for the two sorceresses, gave them new tasks, and then sent them back to the outside world.

Compared to the rigid and research-loving sorceress Sylph, Sabina who once served as an advisor to the Cordwin royal family, and Fringilla who comes from a prominent sorcerer family in the Southern Kingdom, sending them out into the outside world would indeed allow them to better utilize their strengths and bring more benefits to the Witcher Order.

"Ms. Sear, you are a very knowledgeable scholar, and I have really benefited greatly from our discussion."

After reading the report on the secondary mutation provided by Sill, Wayne took out Elven Wine and discussed the topic with the sorceress for a long time, focusing on the future development of the Witcher.

With a slight smile, Hill said in a rather gentle tone:

"I have also benefited greatly from some of your ingenious ideas, Mr. Wayne."

"With your talent, if you could become a sorcerer, you would certainly be able to secure a place in academia as well."

It has to be said that she is indeed a genius student born around the same time as the owl sorceress Philippa Ehrhardt.

At over two hundred years old, Sear was indeed more academically professional than the younger Triss.

Having studied Witcher materials for about three years, this sorceress, one of the most famous scholars among sorceresses, has become very knowledgeable about Witchers and has even put forward many of her own conjectures and insights into the future development of Witchers.

After listening, Wayne praised her, partly sincerely and partly as a compliment.

After exchanging pleasantries, he stood up, gave Sir a polite farewell, and prepared to conclude his visit for the day.

There is still a long time for us to work together in the future. He is not a domineering or dictatorial person. If possible, he will give his subordinates trust and freedom so that they can give full play to their talents.

To his surprise, just as Wayne was about to turn and leave, a look of hesitation and shame appeared on Sil's beautiful face, and she called out to him.

This time, however, the black-haired, black-eyed, voluptuous, and rather aloof female sorceress did not address Wayne as "Mr. Wayne," but rather called him by his name in a rather affectionate manner.

"Wayne, it was a very pleasant conversation with you. Why don't you stay tonight? We can continue our discussion on some academic issues."

"You have a great talent for this. Witchers can also manipulate chaotic magic, and learning more magical knowledge will be very beneficial to you."

Upon hearing this almost suggestive remark, Wayne turned his head with a strange expression.

However, when he saw that Sylph had also stood up, unabashedly displaying her alluring and voluptuous figure, wearing only thin clothing that resembled pajamas rather than a long dress, and seeing the sorceress's rather awkward expression, he was taken aback.

As a seasoned veteran who had already had intimate relationships with numerous female sorcerers, Wayne was well aware of what Syl meant.

This little vixen actually tried to seduce Lord Wayne.

In fact, if it were any other female sorcerer, he would probably have understood the implicit invitation the moment she entered.

It was only because Hill always had that serious and indifferent expression, and never flattered or fawned over him, that he developed a certain misunderstanding.

As for why Sean would invite him at this time, Wayne understood the reason after a moment's thought.

As introduced a long time ago, witchers and sorceresses are both mutated humans who have been modified by magic. Because of the active chaotic magic in their bodies, their metabolism is far beyond that of ordinary people, so they usually have stronger hormones and impulses than ordinary people.

In this respect, witchers are several times more intense than sorceresses, which is why many witchers send most of their earnings to brothels.

Judging by the time, Sheryl has been in this secret base for almost three years. Although she must have taken care of it herself many times during this period, her needs in this area have always become stronger the more she suppressed them.

The other eight male warlocks had been corrupted by the power of the demon king Baal. Not only were their bodies covered in hideous demon tattoos, but their original temperament and appearance had also changed to resemble those of dark creatures.

Wayne was the most suitable target he could reach, besides those warlocks.

Given the choice between a healthy, handsome Witcher with a physique as perfect as marble, it's obvious which one a woman striving for perfection would choose.

Seeing that Wayne understood her meaning and was looking at her with a rather amused expression.

She bit her lower lip, reached out and gently tugged at the drawstring behind her back, and the thin dress slid down her smooth, fair skin.

The sorceress's voice trembled slightly as she gestured with her eyes to the door behind Wayne and said softly:

"Please close the door first, Wayne."

"I know about your relationship with Triss, and I won't covet what doesn't belong to me."

"But tonight, I hope we can have a pleasant memory."

"You should understand what I mean."

Wayne had been hesitant at first, but after hearing Sean's rather rational yet slightly trembling voice, a mischievous thought suddenly arose in his mind.

He and Sylph had met many times before, though not very obviously, but each time the sorceress would put on a businesslike expression, rational and indifferent.

Perhaps it's time to take a look at what a soft and passionate body lies hidden beneath that indifferent expression.

(End of this chapter)