Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 421 420. High-level vampire

The originally warm and friendly atmosphere during the journey turned into a freezing point after a question.

 But after the atmosphere reached freezing point, neither of them made the next move.

The firelight suppressed by the bottom of the pot swayed dimly, and the shadow spread its teeth and claws on the wall of the wooden house.

 The sound of "gurgling" sounded, and the water in the pot was almost boiling.

 After a while of silence with nothing but the sound of boiling water, Regis suddenly chuckled.

 “I’ve never met anyone as sharp as you, Lan.”

His voice was the same as before, with a reassuring low magnetism.

 “Can you tell me? What’s wrong with me?”

Lan En's cat eyes were fully opened. In the dim environment, his pupils glowed as bright as fluorescent lights.

"You paused when you heard my name. Although you seemed to have good control over your body, I still captured that moment when you knew me. To be precise, you have heard my name. .”

Facing Lan En’s calm statement, Regis’ smile remained gentle.

"The famous [Hunter Lord], your story is magnificent and shocking. It seems there is nothing wrong if I just heard it?"

 “Maybe, Regis. Maybe.”

The witcher said indifferently, then turned his head and stirred the special rations in the pot that had begun to soften with hot water.

“My story may be really exciting and endearing. After all, I killed a big noble. If the farmers don’t dare to do it, why don’t they dare to listen to it? But there is a problem. How about its spread?”

"Princes, nobles, and big businessmen have heard of me. This is not surprising. Because Stysa is a noble with both status and blood, and I am also involved in some multinational businesses. But in this desolate cemetery, a The barber has heard of me too?”

"I know a fellow witcher who is also my friend. He has a bard companion who is famous all over the world. They travel and have adventures together. The poet compiled his deeds into catchy ballads. His name is Geralt of Rivia. Have you heard of him?”

"I've heard about it." Regis nodded, "I've heard a couple of lines about his puppet show. It seems to be about hunting the djinn or something?"

 “Yeah, so that’s the problem.” Lan En pointed at himself.

"I don't have a famous bard to use as a travel record book. Even for a famous witcher like Geralt, you only heard a few uncertain words in your ears. Why do you know my name? ? Mr. Barber Doctor who has a shop in Dillingen?"

"I began to think that you were a spy or a spy. Although I decided on this route on the spur of the moment, in this world, maybe hotel owners are part-time as spies. It is not unusual to meet one by chance on the road. But when I Take your attention away from the smell of the herbs on your body and focus on yourself."

Lan En lifted the iron pot with one hand. The suppressed fire in the stove became strong for a moment, and the light in the room also increased for a moment.

 Then the witcher lowered the iron pot again and let it rest on the stove.

"You have no shadow, Regis. When you helped me lift the stove from the still, the flames cast no shadow on you."

"Based on my limited knowledge." Lan En tilted his head and looked at Regis sitting against the wall. "You are a vampire, a very advanced kind, right?"

"No, no, no, this is not 'shallow' at all, Lan." Regis' posture changed from sitting against the wall to sitting cross-legged. His body leaned forward in Lan's direction, looking like A scholar who is interested and ready to discuss a certain issue.

“Careful observation, the ability to sort out the cause and effect in a very short time, and eliminate all kinds of interference. I think you are so good that you should go to Ossenfurt University for further studies, Mr. Witcher.”

“Actually,” Lann raised a finger, “I am already doing research, and in my academic field, I think I am more cutting-edge than Oxenford University.”

“Oh, that’s really rude, I’m ignorant.” Regis whispered in surprise.

 After that, he answered Lan En’s question head-on without any hesitation.

"As you said, I am a high-level vampire. I will not leave a shadow, nor will I be harmed by the sun. I am not afraid of garlic or wooden stakes. I forgot that you are a professional demon hunter. There is no need for me to tell you about our fallacies."

"Going back to the original question, you asked me, 'How long has it been since I last sucked blood?' My answer is: I can't remember clearly. It was probably a period of time much longer than your age. I say that you can Do you believe it? Oh, it’s time to bring it down, it will burn if you continue to burn it.”

Regis said as he leaned forward, reached out to Lan En's side, and brought down the thick porridge that had been cooked on the stove for him.

But it’s different from the way the witcher wears thick leather gloves and holds the edge of a pot.

High-level vampires bring the porridge directly from the bottom of the pot.

The flames burned through the back of his hands unhurriedly, but not even a hair was bent.

The pot of porridge was placed in front of Lan En, and the demon hunter seemed not to care that there was a high-level vampire in front of him. He took out a wooden spoon and started eating for his hungry bones.

“It’s amazing!” Regis exclaimed, “I was so close to you just now, and you didn’t react?”

"Should I have a reaction?" Lan En asked, "Or is your behavior just now actually a provocation?"

Regis was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows lowered and his expression became apologetic.

"No, I just couldn't control my curiosity. After all, in the rumors, both your career and yourself are a bit... In short, please forgive me for being rude."

"I accept the apology." The young man said calmly, explaining himself.

“But I won’t draw my sword on you just because you deliberately come too close to me, or because you are a high-level vampire, Regis.”

"I have seen werewolves who injured people because they lost control, and then knelt down and had their heads cut off when facing the demon hunters. I have also seen half-murlocs who can communicate with humans. So what I want to say is: I don't I will start a war with you simply because you look different from me or are of a different race."

 “Can you understand this?”

“Yes, I completely, completely understand.” Regis replied seriously.

 He no longer looked at Lan En with interest, as if he were reading a knight's storybook.

On the contrary, he is now solemn and rational, because he sees a human being who deserves respect and lives in reality.

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 (End of this chapter)