was appreciated by Wayne, and even the sorceress Schill, who had a rather old-fashioned personality, couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of her mouth.

In fact, among the many degenerate warlocks, the sorceress Schill is really miserable.

As one of the most powerful and revered members of the Northern Sorceresses, unlike many sorceresses, Schill had no interest in being a member of the Supreme Council at all, and even years ago, she resigned from the Supreme Council in order to concentrate on her scholarship and experiments, and was a fairly pure sorceress.

This time, he entered the mist with Yennefer, not to participate in the bounty competition, but to study these new monsters from another world.

Curiosity kills cats.

As a result, this time it was so miserable, she and Ye Naifa were caught by the army controlled by the demon king Baal just a few days after they entered the mist, and they were directly corrupted by Kaduin, who was possessed by the demon king Baal.

If Wayne hadn't suddenly appeared and defeated the demon king's clone, then she and the other controlled fallen warlocks would have been corrupted by the dark forces and degenerated into filthy monsters, and even their minds would have been distorted, and they would have lived a life even more miserable than death.

So in the face of Wayne's allegiance contract, Schill did not show the intention of refusing, and the life-saving grace was repaid through thirty years of allegiance, which was already a very good deal.

After all, if nothing else, the life of a sorceress can even live for nearly a thousand years, and thirty years of life is only a very small part of their lives.

Perhaps the other Fallen Warlocks had similar thoughts and joined Wayne's secret lab to assist him in his research on various subjects without much resistance, and they have always been quite obedient.

Perhaps in the minds of many warlocks, a thirty-year deed of sale is probably about the same as a three-year job for an ordinary person.

As for Sabina and Fringilla, the two sorceresses who were obsessed with power and luxury, after regaining their senses, were not willing to stay in this dark laboratory for thirty years of incognito research.

Although Wayne promised that there would be a better research environment in the near future, and that he would not be disadvantaged to these researchers.

But compared to research, the two female sorceresses yearn for a colorful life outside.

No way, under the almost flattering seduction and flattery of the two sorceresses, Wayne agreed to their request after a few days of depravity.

After all, for academic research work, if you don't really put yourself into it, it won't have any effect at all.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart that the sorceress really had a lot of tricks, and their physical strength was much stronger than that of ordinary women, and once they put down their bodies and concentrate on serving men, they were simply better than those top courtesans, and more ecstatic than the most shameless slaves.

So, Wayne asked the powerful and trustworthy witch Lani to set up a demigod-level magic contract for the two sorceresses, and after assigning them new tasks, he let them return to the outside world.

Compared with the old-fashioned sorceress Shel, who loves to study, Sabina, who once served as an advisor to the royal family of Caldwin, and Friengira, who has a prominent family background as a warlock in the Southern Kingdom, let them go to the outside world, which can indeed give full play to their advantages and bring more benefits to the Witcher Order.

"Ms. Schill, you are such a knowledgeable scholar, and my discussions with you have really benefited me a lot."

After reading the report of the secondary mutation provided by Siel, Wayne took out the elven wine and discussed this topic with the sorceress for a long time, talking about the future development of witches.

With a smile on his face, Schill said in a rather gentle tone:

"I've also benefited from some of your whims, Mr. Wayne."

"With your talent, if you can become a warlock, you will definitely be able to occupy a place in the academic world."

I have to say that he is worthy of being a genius scholar born in the same age as the owl sorceress Philippa Eihart.

Schill, who is already over two hundred years old, is indeed more professional academically than young Triss.

She has also studied the information of the witcher for about three years, and as one of the most famous scholars among the witches, this witch has all kinds of knowledge about the witches at her fingertips, and even put forward a lot of her own conjectures and opinions about the future development direction of the witchers.

After listening to this, Wayne praised her half sincerely, half flatteringly.

When the greetings were over, he stood up, gave a farewell salute to Schill, and prepared to end the day's visit.

There is still a long time for everyone to work together in the future, and his character is not a domineering dictator, if he can, he will give his subordinates trust and freedom, so that they can show more talents.

What he didn't expect was that just as Wayne wanted to turn away, Schill's beautiful face showed a hint of hesitation and shame, and then he stopped him.

But this time, this black-haired, black-eyed, plump figure, and cold-looking female sorceress did not call Wayne "Mr. Wayne", but called him by his name quite affectionately.

"Wayne, it was a pleasure to talk to you, why don't you stay tonight, we can continue to discuss some academic issues."

"You have a lot of talent in this area, and the witcher can also control the magic of chaos and learn more about magic, which is very good for you."

Hearing this almost suggestive word, Wayne turned his head with a strange expression.

However, when he saw that Sill, too, stood up, unabashedly revealing her seductively plump figure, the thin garment of pajamas rather than a long dress, and the rather cramped expression of the sorceress now.

As a veteran driver who had already had intimate relationships with many sorceresses, Wayne didn't know what Sylle meant.

This little girlie actually wants to seduce Master Wayne.

In fact, if it was another sorceress, at the time when he just entered the door, he would probably understand the other party's invisible invitation.

It's just that Schill has always had that serious and indifferent expression, and there is no flattery or flattery when facing him, that he has a certain misunderstanding.

As for why Hill invited him at this time, Wayne only thought about it for a moment to understand why.

As introduced a long time ago, witchers and sorceresses are magically modified mutant humans, and because of the active chaos magic in their bodies, their metabolism is far beyond that of ordinary people, so they usually have stronger hormones and impulses than ordinary people.

At this point, witches are several times stronger than sorceresses, which is why many witches send most of their earnings to brothels.

Counting the time, Schill has been in this secret base for almost three years, and although she must have solved it many times by herself during this time, the need for this aspect has always been more and more suppressed.

The other eight male warlocks have been corrupted by the power of the Demon King Baal, not only are their bodies covered in hideous demon tattoos, but even their original temperament and appearance have undergone some changes towards the dark creatures.

Wayne was the most suitable target he could reach other than those few warlocks.

Compared to a healthy and handsome witcher with a body as perfect as marble, as a woman who pursues perfection, it is self-evident which one to choose.

Seeing that Wayne had understood what she meant, he looked at her with a rather playful look.

Schill bit her lower lip and reached out to gently tug on the drawstring behind her back, and the thin dress slid down her smooth and fair skin.

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

"Please close the door first, Wayne."

"I know your relationship with Triss, and I don't crave what doesn't belong to me."

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

"You should know what I mean."

Wayne was still a little hesitant, but after hearing Schill's rather rational but trembling voice, he suddenly couldn't help but have a trace of bad taste in his heart.

He and Ciel had seen each other many times, and though it wasn't obvious, each time the sorceress would put on a businesslike expression, rational and indifferent.

Maybe it's time to take a look at what a soft and fiery body is buried under this indifferent expression.

(End of chapter)