Before leaving the sewers, Guilliman went on another killing spree near the main thoroughfare, even clearing out an ancient elven tomb and dispatching over a dozen ghouls that had taken root there.
Once he finally accumulated three hundred Soul Power, he didn't hesitate and immediately upgraded his [Spatial Storage] skill to Level 2.
He could tolerate holding off on other combat skills.
But this exclusive skill, which determined how much loot he could carry, was something he absolutely couldn't hold back on.
As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed.
When there's too much loot to carry, the feeling of frustration is something ordinary people find hard to understand.
Fortunately, the [Spatial Storage] LV2 skill was incredibly powerful, increasing his storage space from one cubic meter to eight cubic meters, an eightfold increase.
Moreover, his storage space was completely different from the physical space concepts of boxes, rooms, or warehouses in the real world.
It had no fixed shape and no weight limit; even if you put in a metal rod tens of thousands of meters long and weighing tens of thousands of tons, as long as its total volume didn't exceed eight cubic meters, it could be stored.
This way, eight cubic meters of space could invisibly hold many, many things without any waste.
At this point, all the main thoroughfares of the entire sewer system had been cleared by him, leaving only the branch channels and hidden chambers and secret camps whose locations were unknown.
However, the Vizima sewers were very deep; not only did they hide cultists of certain evil gods and low-level vampires, but they also concealed a salamander gang's drug manufacturing base.
Before he was fully prepared, he didn't intend to clear those overly dangerous and secret areas, so as not to invite trouble.
Leaving the sewers, Guilliman didn't immediately go to work, but first found a high-class bathhouse and took a hot shower.
After washing up, he changed into a decent set of clothes, carrying a large bag of bloody drowned dead ears, and headed to the city guard's training ground.
As the saying goes, a man is judged by his clothes, and a Buddha by his golden attire.
In an era like the Middle Ages, a person's status was largely determined by their clothing and equipment.
Just as ordinary poor people could never afford silk or fur garments in their lifetime, if you wore high-end clothes, people would look at you with respect wherever you went.
Guilliman carried the cloth bag, and the strong smell of blood and its gory appearance attracted many people's attention along the way; several Knights of the Order of the Flaming Rose even stopped him to inquire about the details.
This was a knightly order composed of noble scions, second-generation wealthy merchants, and second-generation rich farmers.
They served the Princess of Temeria, Princess Adda, directly, assisting the city guard in managing the city.
Due to substantial financial support, this knightly order gave the impression of being well-equipped, strong, and numerous.
Of course, because it hadn't been established for long, this knightly order hadn't achieved any remarkable military successes yet, but as a knightly order specifically guarding the princess, they were quite prominent in Vizima.
Perhaps seeing Guilliman's equally expensive high-end attire, those few knights didn't make things too difficult for him, nor did they provoke him because of his witcher identity; instead, they readily let him pass.
This reaction, completely different from what he expected, made Guilliman a bit curious; it seemed this knightly order had some differences from the game.
However, he didn't pay too much attention and quickly arrived at the city guard headquarters, where he met City Guard Captain Vincent Meis.
This was an unremarkable-looking, stout veteran who, however, appeared quite righteous.
It was from him that Guilliman had received the commission to clear the sewers.
When the city guard captain saw the witcher arrive with a large, full bag of drowned dead ears, an expression of considerable shock involuntarily appeared on his unremarkable face.
Perhaps people of this era simply couldn't believe that a witcher could kill hundreds of monsters in two days.
After all, in the eyes of many ordinary people, the combat power of monsters wasn't much different from that of ordinary soldiers.
In a one-on-one situation, some undertrained, poorly equipped soldiers might even be unable to defeat a single drowned dead.
And if a person could kill hundreds of monsters in two days, then he might have the ability to kill just as many soldiers or civilians in the same amount of time.
He was practically a war machine.
"What's wrong, Captain Vincent?"
"We agreed, two orens per drowned dead."
"There are a total of over two hundred fifty drowned dead here, so you owe me five hundred orens in bounty, not a single gold coin less."
"As for the other monsters like ghouls and rotfiends, I'll consider them a bonus for you."
Guilliman knew that many so-called city guards were old war veterans who knew how to speak to people and ghosts.
If you were a softie, they would bully you mercilessly.
So he gripped the longsword at his waist with one hand, a look of impatience and anger on his face, showing that he was not someone to be trifled with.
And perhaps the 'Battlefield Presence' attribute on him took effect; his strong, over two-meter-tall physique was extremely intimidating, and just standing there made several soldiers behind Vincent tremble slightly.
Captain Vincent also seemed a bit wary of his imposing presence, frowning as he stepped back half a pace, and after considering for dozens of seconds, he said:
"Mr. Guilliman, our city guard headquarters indeed doesn't have that much bounty prepared to pay you."
"The city government only allocated two hundred orens for this commission, and I can't possibly pay you out of my own pocket."
"However, I have a suggestion."
"Today, our Vizima Mayor Velerad is having an audience with His Majesty King Foltest."
"You are a powerful witcher, and you must have seen the bounty posted on the plaza bulletin board by His Majesty the King, for a commission to completely lift Princess Adda's striga curse."
"I can recommend you to undertake this commission, and you can come with me to have an audience with His Majesty the King."
"I will report your achievement of hunting drowned dead this time, and I believe Mayor Velerad would certainly not dare to embezzle this money in front of the King."
"And even if you cannot complete the commission to lift Princess Adda's curse, you will not be punished by His Majesty the King."
"What do you think of this suggestion?"
"If you don't agree, you can either take the two hundred orens bounty and leave, or I can take you to see Mayor Velerad."
"As for the outcome of your final discussion, that will be none of my business."
Guilliman had anticipated the city guard headquarters defaulting on payment.
But he hadn't expected Captain Vincent to be so honest, directly explaining that the reason was insufficient funding from the city hall, and it had nothing to do with him personally.
And this city guard captain in front of him was actually a very remarkable character in the game.
He himself was a rational werewolf, protecting the populace as a city guard captain during the day, and transforming into a werewolf vigilante at night to punish gangs and evil-doers in Vizima, practically a low-budget Batman.
This person's character was somewhat guaranteed, and his humanity was not bad.
After considering for a dozen seconds, Guilliman nodded and said:
"Alright, Captain Vincent."
"I will go with you to have an audience with the King; I also want to try and see if I can solve the striga curse."
The only king in the North who could still be considered wise, Foltest, he wanted to meet him.