Chapter 304

Having received Wayne's praise, even the rather rigid sorceress Sheala could not help but let a trace of a smile appear at the corners of her mouth.

In truth, among the many fallen sorcerers, the sorceress Sheala was truly miserable.

As one of the most powerful and revered members among the northern sorceresses, she was different from many others; Sheala had absolutely no interest in the status of a Supreme Council member. Years ago, she even resigned from her position as a Supreme Council member just to focus on her academic research and experiments, making her a rather pure sorceress.

Entering the mist with Yennefer this time was not to participate in the bounty competition, but to study these new types of monsters from another world.

Curiosity killed the cat.

The result was so miserable that just a few days after she and Yennefer entered the mist, they were caught red-handed by the army controlled by the Demon Lord Baal, and were directly corrupted by magic through Carduin, who had been possessed by the Demon Lord.

If Wayne hadn't suddenly appeared and defeated the Demon Lord's avatar, she and the other controlled fallen sorcerers would have been corrupted by the dark power, turning into filthy monsters with their thoughts twisted, living lives even more miserable than death.

Therefore, facing Wayne's loyalty contract, Sheala did not show any intention of refusing; repaying a life-saving grace with thirty years of loyalty was already a very cost-effective deal.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, a sorceress's lifespan can reach nearly a thousand years; thirty years of life is only a very small part for them.

Perhaps the other fallen sorcerers held similar thoughts, which is why they joined Wayne's secret laboratory with basically no resistance, assisting him in researching various topics, and have always appeared quite obedient.

Perhaps in the minds of many sorcerers, a thirty-year indenture contract is about the same as three years of work for an ordinary person.

As for Sabrina and Fringilla among the four sorceresses, these two sorceresses who were addicted to power and a luxurious lifestyle were unwilling to stay in this dark, sunless laboratory to conduct thirty years of anonymous research after regaining their sanity.

Although Wayne promised that there would be a better research environment soon and that he would not treat these researchers poorly.

Compared to research, these two sorceresses yearned more for the colorful life outside.

There was no help for it; after enjoying a few days of decadent life under the near-sycophantic seduction and flattery of these two sorceresses, Wayne still agreed to their request.

After all, for academic research, if one is not truly devoted, there is no effect at all.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart that sorceresses really have many tricks, and their stamina is much stronger than ordinary women. Once they let go of their pride and focus on serving a man, they are simply more outstanding than the top courtesans and more soul-stirring than the most shameless slaves.

Thus, Wayne entrusted the powerful and trustworthy Monü Lani to set a demigod-level magic contract for these two sorceresses, and after giving them new tasks, he let them return to the outside world.

Compared to the rigid and research-loving sorceress Sheala, Sabrina, who had served as a royal advisor in Kaedwen, and Fringilla, who had a prominent sorceress family background in the southern kingdoms, could indeed better leverage their advantages by going to the outside world, bringing more benefits to the Witcher Order.

"Lady Sheala, you are truly a knowledgeable scholar, and our discussion has really benefited me greatly."

After reading the report on secondary mutations provided by Sheala, Wayne took out elven wine and discussed this topic with the sorceress for a long time, all about the future development of witchers.

Sheala wore a smile on her face and said in a rather gentle tone: "Some of your whimsical ideas have also benefited me a lot, Mr. Wayne."

"With your talent, if you could become a sorcerer, you would certainly be able to occupy a place in the academic world."

It must be said, she is truly a genius scholar born in the same era as that owl sorceress Philippa Eilhart.

Sheala, who is already over two hundred years old, is indeed more professional in academics than the younger Triss.

Having also studied witcher data for about three years, as one of the most famous scholars among sorceresses, this sorceress could already handle various knowledge about witchers with ease, and even put forward many of her own conjectures and insights regarding the future development direction of witchers.

After listening, Wayne praised her, half sincerely and half flatteringly.

After the pleasantries ended, he stood up, performed a gentlemanly farewell gesture to Sheala, and prepared to end today's visit.

There is still a long time for everyone to cooperate in the future, and his personality is not that of a domineering dictator. If possible, he would give his subordinates trust and freedom, allowing them to exert more of their talents. What he didn't expect was that just as Wayne was about to turn and leave, a look of hesitation and shame appeared on Sheala's beautiful face, and she then called out to stop him.

However, this time, the sorceress with black hair and black eyes, a full figure, and a rather cold and glamorous temperament did not address Wayne as "Mr. Wayne," but rather affectionately called him by his first name.

"Wayne, the conversation with you was very pleasant; why don't you stay tonight, and we can continue to discuss some academic issues."

"You have a talent for this; witchers can also control chaos magic, and learning more magic knowledge will be very beneficial for you."

Hearing this near-suggestion, Wayne turned his head with a strange expression.

However, when he saw Sheala also stand up, unreservedly revealing her alluring and full figure, the thin clothing on her body that was more like pajamas than a long dress, and the sorceress's current rather constrained expression.

As a veteran who has already had intimate relationships with many sorceresses, how could Wayne not understand Sheala's meaning?

This little vixen actually wanted to seduce Master Wayne.

Actually, if it were any other sorceress, he probably would have understood the other party's invisible invitation the moment he walked in the door.

It was only because Sheala had always had that serious and cold expression, and showed no sycophancy or flattery when facing him, that he had developed a certain misunderstanding.

As for why Sheala would invite him at this time, Wayne only had to think for a moment to understand the reason.

Just as introduced long ago, witchers and sorceresses both belong to mutated humans who have undergone magical modification. Because of the active chaos magic in their bodies, their own metabolism far exceeds that of ordinary people, so they usually possess stronger hormones and impulses than ordinary people.

In this regard, witchers are several times stronger than sorceresses, which is why many witchers send most of their income to brothels.

Counting the time, Sheala has been in this secret base for nearly three years. Although she must have solved it herself many times during this period, the demand in this regard is always stronger the more it is suppressed.

The other eight male sorcerers have been corrupted by the power of the Demon Lord Baal; not only is their entire body covered in hideous demon tattoos, but even their original temperament and appearance have undergone some changes toward dark creatures.

And Wayne is the most suitable target she can reach besides those sorcerers.

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

Seeing that Wayne had already understood her meaning and was looking at her with a rather playful gaze.

Sheala bit her lower lip, reached out and gave a light tug on the drawstring behind her back, and the originally thin long dress slid down along her smooth, fair skin.

The sorceress's voice carried a trace of trembling as she gestured with her eyes toward the door behind Wayne and said softly: "Please close the door first, Wayne."

"I know about your relationship with Triss, and I will not crave what does not belong to me."

"But tonight, I hope we can have some pleasant memories."

"You should understand what I mean."

Wayne had originally had a trace of hesitation, but after hearing Sheala's rather rational yet trembling voice, a bit of mischief suddenly arose in his heart uncontrollably.

He and Sheala had met many times, and although it wasn't very obvious, every time this sorceress would put on a business-like expression, rational and cold.

Perhaps it was time to see what kind of soft and fiery body was buried beneath this cold expression.

(End of chapter)