"Philip, this time you won't need to hang yourself or take Anna to the other side of the Blue Mountains for medical treatment."
Half a minute later, Dalton returned to Karl's front and softly reported the situation.
"Dalton, did everything go smoothly?"
"Lord Karl, just as you expected, he agreed without much hesitation."
"He seemed anxious and uneasy, but also a little expectant."
"He said he would visit you alone tomorrow and asked me to convey his deep gratitude for your appreciation."
Karl smiled and nodded, thinking that indeed, few commoners could refuse an invitation from a noble.
"Dalton, I'll leave the luggage and other arrangements to you. I'm going to stroll around the market."
"I understand, Lord Karl. Would you like me to accompany you?"
"Cough, no need. Vizima isn't that big; I won't get lost."
On the way, Karl, with his exceptionally handsome appearance, received a lot of attention from passersby, especially with his luxurious clothes, which made him even more eye-catching.
Many women, and even young girls, would deliberately walk closer to him when approaching.
Their eyes sparkled with interest, they chuckled softly, and after brushing past him, they would stop and turn to look back.
Some bolder women would even intentionally brush their arms against his sleeves.
Although these women made some bold moves, none dared to strike up a conversation with him.
The main reason, naturally, was also because of his attire.
The outermost layer was a deep blue velvet long coat adorned with golden threads.
Inside was a wool lining, and innermost was a snow-white linen shirt with a black velvet bow tie. His lower half consisted of gray wool trousers paired with high leather boots.
In this era, ordinary people dressed very simply, without bright colors.
Moreover, due to their economic situation, their clothes often had patches or damage.
Karl's clothes, however, not only had vibrant colors, but the materials and decorative style were not something ordinary people could afford, clearly indicating he was either rich or noble.
So, without understanding his background, even though Karl was exceptionally handsome, they dared not approach him rashly to strike up a conversation, lest they offend him.
Furthermore, seeing Karl carrying something, as if he had some errands to run, they certainly wouldn't disturb him.
They silently watched Karl walk away, and only then did some begin to whisper and discuss.
"Sisters, whose offspring of a high official or noble is this?"
"With such an outstanding appearance, he should have been famous long ago. How come we've never heard of him in Vizima?"
"His Majesty the King is holding a Martial Arts Tournament soon. He must be an outside merchant or noble, right? If he participates, perhaps we'll see him then."
"Oh~ I can't wait to get intimately acquainted with him."
"Ew! In broad daylight, you lewd woman are already in heat!"
...Having walked all this way, Karl was quite used to the surprised glances from many women.
He could only sigh inwardly, thinking that sometimes, being too charming in appearance wasn't a good thing.
At least, it would be more difficult when he wanted to disguise himself and hide his identity. Perhaps he should also learn from Superman and wear glasses?
He admired the scenery of Vizima, turning left and right, choosing paths at crossroads purely by instinct, and unknowingly walked to the front of a herbal medicine shop.
Then, a grin spread across his lips, and he stepped forward, pushed open the wooden door, and entered the shop.
He had been worrying about where the herbal medicine shop was, and unexpectedly, he stumbled upon it while strolling. Isn't that a coincidence?
In that godforsaken place, Badov, it was essentially a village. There was indeed one shop that sold ordinary herbs.
But they didn't accept mutations like Drowner Brains because no one practiced alchemy, so even if they took them, they couldn't find a buyer, which meant he couldn't sell them.
Now that he was in Vizima, he could finally sell the accumulated mutations and Drowner Brains he had.
"I'm truly sorry, Ms. Triss, the Drowner Brains you requested are sold out."
"The Drowning Undead mutations and brains you pre-ordered with a deposit from us have not been sold by anyone yet."
"Please tell me, how much longer do I have to wait to get the alchemical ingredients?"
Triss crossed her arms, her face indignant, her velvet-gloved fingertips occasionally tapping her arm.
The shop owner, a middle-aged man, profusely apologized with a sweating face: "Madam, please understand our difficulties."
"Without the help of a Witcher, relying solely on mercenaries to hunt monsters results in severe casualties."
"Because drowners travel in packs, mercenaries are unwilling to take on such jobs, which has led to a lack of the materials you desire."
"If they are not satisfied with the reward, I can increase it. In any case, I want to see all the alchemical ingredients within three days."
"Uh… Madam, it's really not about the reward."
Hearing this, the shop owner looked rather helpless, nervously rubbing his hands secretly as he explained.
The sewers beneath Vizima were built directly on the ruins of an ancient elven city.
They connected the Temple Quarter and the Trade District, draining all the city's sewage.
The sewers were a complex maze of many passages, and no one knew what kind of monsters might emerge.
Therefore, hunting monsters in the sewers was extremely risky.
Even when mercenaries went in groups, they sometimes faced total annihilation, or perhaps one or two lucky ones managed to escape from the monsters' jaws.
No matter how high the reward for a commission, one had to survive to complete it. The risk was too high for any mercenary to accept such a commission.
The alchemical ingredients this sorceress sought faced precisely this problem...
"Creak! Ding-ding-ding!" The shop door was pushed open, and the bell on the door jingled.
Seeing another customer enter the shop, the owner gave Triss an apologetic look, then shifted his gaze to Karl.
"Welcome, customer. I apologize, I might not be entirely free right now. There's a chair nearby, please wait a moment."
"It's fine, I can wait. By the way, do you buy Drowner Brains?" Karl responded calmly.
"Ah?! Customer, you've come at just the right time, this lady here needs them!" The owner said, looking surprised.
Hearing that someone was selling Drowner Brains, Triss was unexpectedly surprised, her brows gradually relaxed, and she slowly turned around.
However, with that glance, her gaze lingered on his face. She saw a tall, black-haired man with a chiseled face.
Her eyes lit up, and there was a hint of admiration in them.
At the same time, Karl was also startled, he pursed his lips and observed the sorceress.
A mass of thick, fiery red hair cascaded loosely and curled over her shoulders, contrasting with her porcelain-white skin.
Her light green eyes were both deep and lively, sparkling with wisdom and a touch of cunning.
Her features were delicate, her nose bridge high, her lips full, and the scattered freckles on her left cheek added a touch of vibrancy, accompanied by a faint smile.
At this moment, Triss was wearing a low-cut, corseted crimson dress that perfectly accentuated her ample bust and slender waist, her long legs subtly visible as the skirt swayed.