Chapter 421 420. High-Level Vampire
The original 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 have never seen someone as sharp as you, Lan En."
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 like fluorescent lights. bright colors.
"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 doesn't seem wrong if I just heard it?"
"Maybe, Regis. Maybe."< br>
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. Why don't the farmers dare to listen to it if they don't dare to do it? But there is a problem. How about the spread?"
"Prince Nobles and big businessmen have heard of me, which is not surprising, because Stysa is a noble with both status and pedigree, and I am now involved in some multinational businesses, but I am a barber doctor in this desolate cemetery. Have you heard of me?"
"I know a fellow witcher who is also my friend. He has a bard companion who is famous in various countries. The poet tells his stories together. Made into a catchy ballad, his name is Geralt of Rivia. Have you heard of it?”
“I’ve heard it twice.” The sentence about his puppet show 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 runs a shop in Dillingen?"
"I started 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 all hoteliers work part-time. The spy is gone, and it's not unusual to meet one on the road. But when I turn my attention away from the smell of herbs on your body and focus on you."
Lan En raised one hand. The suppressed fire in the iron pot and stove became strong for a moment, and the light in the room also increased for a moment.
Then the witcher put the iron pot down again and let it rest on the stove.
"You have no shadow, Regis. When you helped me remove the stove from the still, the flames cast no shadow on you."
"Based on my shallow 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 changed his posture from sitting against the wall to He changed to sitting cross-legged and leaned forward in Lan En's direction. He looked like a scholar who was interested and ready to discuss a certain issue.
“Careful observation, the ability to sort out the causes and consequences in a very short time, and the ability to 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, nor am I afraid of garlic and wooden stakes. Oh, I forgot, you are a professional Demon hunters, I don’t need to say these fallacies about us.”
“Going back to the original question, you asked me, ‘How long has it been since I last drank blood?’ My answer is: I remember. I don’t know, it’s probably a period of time that is much longer than your age. Can you believe it? Oh, it’s time to take it down, it will burn if you continue to burn it.”
Regis said. As he spoke, 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 serve 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 full of apology.
"No, I just couldn't control my curiosity just now. 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 flatly, explaining himself by the way.
“But I won’t draw my sword on you just because you deliberately get too close to me, or because you are a high-level vampire, Regis.”
"I have seen a werewolf who injured someone because he lost control, and later was beheaded while kneeling when facing a demon hunter. I have also seen a half-murloc who can communicate with humans. So what I want to say is: I don't I will start a war with you just because you look different from me or have a different race.”
“Do you understand that?”
“Yes, I totally do. Understood." 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)