After receiving Wayne's praise, even the rather old-fashioned sorceress Shil couldn't help but smile.

In fact, among the many fallen warlocks, the sorceress Sil is the most miserable.

As one of the most powerful and respected members of the Northern Sorceresses, unlike many other sorceresses, Sil had no interest in being a member of the Supreme Council. She even resigned from that position many years ago to concentrate on her academic research and experiments. She was a fairly pure sorceress.

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

Curiosity kills the cat.

As a result, this time she was so miserable. She and Yennefer were caught by the army controlled by the Demon Lord Baal just a few days after entering the Mist, and were directly corrupted by the magic of Carduin who was possessed by the Demon Lord Baal.

If Wayne had not suddenly appeared and defeated the demon's clone, she and the other controlled corrupted warlocks would have been corrupted by the dark power and degenerated into filthy monsters. Even their thoughts would have been distorted, and they would have lived a life more miserable than death.

So when faced with Wayne's loyalty contract, Seale did not show any intention of rejecting it. Repaying the life-saving grace with thirty years of loyalty was already a very cost-effective deal.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, a sorceress can live for nearly a thousand years. Thirty years of life is only a very small part for them.

Perhaps the other fallen warlocks had similar ideas, which is why they joined Wayne's secret laboratory with basically no resistance, assisting him in researching various topics and always behaving quite obediently.

Perhaps in the minds of many sorcerers, a thirty-year indenture is roughly equivalent to three years of work for an ordinary person.

As for Sabina and Fringilla among the four sorceresses, these two sorceresses who were obsessed with power and luxurious life, after regaining their sanity, were not willing to stay in such a dark laboratory and conduct research in anonymity for thirty years.

Although Wayne promised that there would be a better research environment in the near future and that researchers like them would not be treated unfairly.

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

There was no choice. Under the almost flattering seduction and adulation of the two sorceresses, Wayne agreed to their request after enjoying a decadent life for a few days.

After all, when it comes to academic research, if you are not truly committed, there will be no effect at all.

At the same time, I felt deeply that female sorcerers have so many tricks and are much stronger than ordinary women. Once they humble themselves and concentrate on serving men, they are even more outstanding than the top socialites and more fascinating 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. After assigning them new tasks, he let them return to the outside world.

Compared to the old-fashioned, research-loving sorceress Sil, Sabina who once served as an adviser to the Kaedwen royal family, and Fringilla who has a prominent sorcerer family background in the Southern Kingdom, letting them go out into the world can indeed better play their advantages and bring more benefits to the Witcher Cult.

"Ms. Schill, you are such a knowledgeable scholar. I have benefited a lot from discussing with you."

After reading the report on the secondary mutation provided by Shiel, Wayne took out the elven wine and discussed this topic with the sorceress for a long time. They talked about the future development of the witcher.

With a smile on his face, Seale said in a gentle tone, "I have benefited a lot from some of your wonderful ideas, 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, she is indeed a genius student who was born in about the same era as the owl sorceress Philippa Eilhart.

The over 200-year-old Sil is indeed more professional in academics than the young Triss.

She has also studied the information about witchers for about three years. As one of the most famous scholars among sorceresses, this sorceress has mastered all kinds of knowledge about witchers and even put forward many of her own guesses and insights on the future development direction of witchers.

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

After the greetings, he stood up, politely said goodbye to Seale, and prepared to end today's visit.

We will still have a long time to cooperate in the future. He is not a domineering and dictatorial person. If possible, he will give his subordinates trust and freedom so that they can give full play to their talents.

However, this time, the sorceress with black hair, black eyes, a plump figure and a rather cold and elegant appearance did not call Wayne "Mr. Wayne", but called him by his name quite affectionately.

"Wayne, it's been a pleasure talking to you. Why don't you stay tonight and we can continue discussing some academic issues."

"You have a talent for this. Demon hunters can also control chaos magic. Learning more magic knowledge will be very beneficial to you."

Hearing these almost suggestive words, Wayne turned his head with a strange expression.

However, when he saw that Shil also stood up, showing off her attractive and voluptuous figure without any concealment, and that she was wearing thin clothes that looked more like pajamas than a long skirt, and the sorceress's rather embarrassed expression.

As an old driver who has had intimate relationships with many female sorcerers, Wayne knew what Hill meant.

This little bitch actually wanted to seduce Master Wayne.

In fact, if it was any other female sorceress, she would probably understand the other party's invisible invitation when she first walked in.

It was just that because Xier always had a serious and indifferent expression, and there was no flattery or fawning when facing him, he had some misunderstanding.

As for why Seale invited him at this time, Wayne understood the reason after just a quick thought.

As introduced a long time ago, both witchers and sorceresses are mutant humans that have been transformed by magic. 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.

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, Xier has been in this secret base for nearly three years. Although she must have solved it many times during this period, her needs in this regard have always become stronger the more she suppressed them.

The other eight male warlocks have been corrupted by the power of the Demon Lord Baal. Not only are their bodies covered with hideous demon tattoos, but even their original temperament and appearance have changed towards those of dark creatures.

And Wayne is the most suitable target he can contact besides those warlocks.

Compared with a healthy, handsome demon hunter with a body as perfect as marble, as a woman pursuing perfection, it is self-evident which one to choose.

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

Xier bit her lower lip, reached out and gently pulled the drawstring behind her back, and the originally thin long skirt slid down along her smooth and fair skin.

The sorceress' voice trembled a little. 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 you won't desire something that 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 at first, but after hearing Seale's rational yet trembling voice, he suddenly couldn't help but feel a little evil in his heart.

He and Xier had met many times before, and although it was not very obvious, every time the sorceress would put on a businesslike expression, rational and indifferent.

Maybe it's time to take a look at what kind of soft and passionate body is hidden beneath this cold expression.

(End of this chapter)