After dawn, Guilliman didn't linger. Taking advantage of the early hour, he set off towards Vizima.
His main reasons for going to Vizima City were several.
The first was to purchase alchemical items and forge equipment.
Temeria was one of the few Northern Kingdoms that wasn't overly prejudiced against non-human races.
Their king, Foltest, was also one of the relatively less useless kings among the Northern rulers, standing out like a tall dwarf among short ones, or an elite among fools.
As the capital of Temeria, Vizima City was now extremely prosperous. Since the old Vizima City was abandoned a few years ago and a larger, more fortified new city was built, many high-quality talents from across the country flocked there, filling the brand-new city to the brim.
All kinds of master craftsmen, alchemists, and material merchants were readily available.
Even several sorceresses familiar to players mostly lived in this city.
As a Witcher determined to become a legend, how could he manage without a good set of equipment?
Guilliman believed that as soon as he reached Vizima City, he would definitely be able to acquire a very fine set of equipment.
If he was lucky, he might even, like the protagonist Geralt, obtain the legendary Sword of the Lady of the Lake from the Lady of the Lake living near Vizima. That would truly make him rich.
As for the second purpose, it was also very simple: to make money.
By the same token, as one of Temeria's most prosperous cities, Vizima had the most Witcher contracts, the most opportunities to get rich, and the most luxurious enjoyments.
Having grown accustomed to the comfortable modern life, Guilliman truly disliked the messy and boring quality of life in the medieval countryside.
To live a little better, a big city was more comfortable.
Moreover, according to his investigation, Vizima City had the most, largest, and highest-quality brothels in the entire Kingdom of Temeria.
In the game, there was even a vampire brothel run by a higher vampire.
Conquering powerful and beautiful women one by one was too much trouble; spending money was more cost-effective.
Even if it was for the sake of his soul's sublimation, transcending the mundane, and quickly embarking on the path to godhood, he had to venture into Vizima.
Everything was for becoming stronger!!!
While on the road, Guilliman thoroughly studied his newly acquired Witcher exclusive skills.
After his research, he found that skills like [Temerian Military Swordsmanship], which he learned first, seemed to only have three levels: Novice, Proficient, and Master.
It only required 150 Soul Power to raise this skill to its maximum, which wasn't even enough for a single level of an exclusive skill. It should be a rather ordinary mortal skill.
However, Witcher exclusive skills like [Viper School Swordsmanship], [Aard Sign], and [Witcher Alchemy] had skill levels in the LV1 ~ LV?? mode.
The maximum skill level increased with the level of his soul rank, clearly having more potential and undoubtedly being more worth investing Soul Power resources into.
Just like the +2 burst power attribute provided by Level 2 Viper School Swordsmanship, at first glance, the effect seemed ordinary, but when Guilliman used it in actual combat, he deeply appreciated the benefits this increase in burst power brought to combat.
In many critical moments of a battle, even a slight increase in strength, speed, or reaction time could have a huge impact on the outcome of the fight.
The so-called battle between masters is all about that fleeting moment... That evening, Guilliman was still rushing, feeling a bit hungry.
Because of the long-term wars and oppressive taxes in the North over the years, many people were displaced, their families destroyed, and the number of bandits and monsters had risen sharply.
The increasingly dangerous wilderness environment also meant fewer and fewer travelers on the roads.
Apart from merchants who formed caravans for business, it was rare to see lone travelers.
Most commoners rarely left their hometowns their entire lives, their activities confined to the lord's town and a few familiar villages.
Guilliman originally thought he would have to sleep in the wilderness again tonight, accompanied by insects and beasts, but to his surprise, as night fell, he saw a building in the distance that looked like an inn, brightly lit and standing by the roadside.
His heart rejoiced, thinking he could finally take a hot bath and sleep in a warm bed tonight.
However, before he could get close, his keen Witcher hearing picked up the 'clanging' of weapons colliding. Besides that, there were some men's mocking curses and a gruff voice shouting:
"You damn bandits, you despicable human bastards, running a black inn by the road!"
"Old Man Zoltan won't be afraid of you. If you want to steal our dwarf money, you'll have to pay with your bones!"
"Your grandfathers were still drinking milk when I was swinging my axe!"
Zoltan the dwarf? Black inn? Human bandits?
Hearing these words from a distance, Guilliman's heart stirred. The dwarf's name sounded a bit familiar, he thought. Hmm, it seemed to be Geralt's dwarf friend from the original story.
So this place was a black inn? He had been looking forward to it for nothing.
But it didn't matter. Old Man Guilliman loved nothing more than robbers, monsters, and beautiful women.
The former could provide him with Soul Power and wealth, the latter would provide him with Soul Power and monster materials, and as for the last one, she would bring him joy.
Whenever he played games, if he didn't clear all the question marks on the map, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
If he didn't patronize every single lady in the brothel, he would also feel some regret.
Apart from those law-abiding ordinary people, whether they were brigands, robbers, scoundrels, or trashy nobles and soldiers, in his eyes, they were all just walking wallets.
Since he encountered such an opportunity to eliminate evil, he shouldn't let it pass.
Guilliman casually took out a sharp steel sword from his storage space and approached the inn's door with light steps, carefully observing the situation inside through the door and window cracks once more.
Only after confirming the risk did he forcefully kick open the inn's door.
There was no need for any hesitation.
His left hand conjured an Igni Sign, and a scorching orange-red wave of fire surged out, directly igniting the body of a man in cloth clothes on his left, who was first in its path.
The man instantly screamed and fell to the ground, frantically trying to put out the flames on his body, losing his combat ability.
At the same time, his right hand, gripping the steel sword, didn't stop. With just a simple single-handed diagonal heavy slash, he disemboweled a thin man on his right, spilling yellow, red, and white contents onto the floor. The man slumped to the ground, limp, waiting powerlessly for death.
In just a few short seconds, Guilliman gained the upper hand, taking advantage of the surprise attack to instantly eliminate two robbers.
For a moment, everyone in the inn was stunned, gazing in shock at the suddenly appearing Guilliman. They were even a bit confused about the situation, not knowing what to do next.
The dwarf, who was hiding in the corner of the inn and resisting with the advantage of the terrain, was the first to react.
He forced back two human bandits who were attacking him with an axe, then shouted towards Guilliman at the door:
"Friend, come help me!"
"These guys are all robbers. Let's take them down together!"