Chapter 423 422. Sintra
“The Amel Mountains can be regarded as the border between north and south in a sense.”
During the journey, the high-level vampire used gentle and magnetic The voice introduced the witcher to the destination of his trip.
"When dividing north and south, in addition to the Yaruga River we are about to arrive, there is also the Amer Mountains. In many books, the meaning of 'North' refers to: the Amer Mountains and This vast land extends from the north to the south of the Dragon Mountains.”
Vampires are alien races that strayed into this world due to the intersection of the heavens and the earth a long time ago.
But their long lifespans allow these creatures to understand the world better than most native inhabitants.
Now Regis is riding a colorful mare under his butt. The standard and skilled riding posture shows that during long journeys, even high-level vampires prefer to ride horses.
Maybe it’s to hide himself, maybe it’s because it saves energy. Lan En guessed cautiously.
"Okay, thank you for your explanation."
Lan En pulled the hood on his head so that his silver hair was completely covered.
"Although I have already learned this knowledge before setting off, I would like to thank you again for your teaching."
"If I understand correctly, you are saying that I seem to be a bit easy to teach?"
>Regis thought for a moment before reacting.
"No, this is not a problem. If I had as much knowledge as you, I would probably find the opportunity to talk endlessly. After all, it feels pretty good, I understand."
< br>“Ah, thank you for your understanding.”
Regis twisted his upper body on horseback and bowed grandly to Lan En.
The witcher discovered that this high-level vampire had a desire to perform.
It was completely different from the cold vampires he had imagined before.
"If we go further, we will enter the land of Sintra."
Cycling in the shades of trees on both sides of the avenue, thanks to the fact that it has not rained these days, so This road was quite pleasant.
And once the weather gets gloomy, this road that can stir up loess smoke and dust may turn into a potholed mud road in an instant.
While the two were riding, every once in a while they could see the wreckage abandoned on the roadside because the wheels were broken or the axles fell apart.
The goods on it were either taken away by the cargo owners or nearby residents, leaving only worthless remains with dried mud scabs remaining.
"Did it rain heavily in this place some time ago?"
Lan En asked the vampire next to him who was enjoying the sun with his face raised.
"Yes, the rain came suddenly, and it was not too light. In those days, the road almost turned into a market. Many merchants with broken carriages were soaked in the rain on the road, trying their best to get their goods out. Get rid of it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the horse's hooves are soaked in the mud and destroyed, they will lose their capital."
Regis talked eloquently.
"I made a small profit in those few days. The feet of those businessmen were soaked in the mud, and the athlete's foot potion I prepared was sold out."
Okay, This high-level vampire is also good at doing business.
Lan clapped gently on horseback, while Regis smiled reservedly.
The dry road surface made riding easier, and the demon hunters and vampires did not stop before nightfall.
They went all the way directly to the largest city in Sintra - the capital of the country with the same name, Sintra City.
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The cost of entering the city is not expensive, which means that the country is relatively stable now.
When the vampires and demon hunters entered the city, the sun had already set, and most of the shops on the street were closed. Only places that did all-night business began to light up. Such as taverns, casinos, and brothels.
“Oh, if you have any needs, please don’t worry about me.”
Among the two people leading the horse, Regis suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Lan En .
The young man's hooded head tilted in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
"Well, what I mean is that your hormonal secretions are more intense, aren't you? Unlike ordinary people, that's what the book says."
"That doesn't mean that we are all a group of people who must not A lustful demon who loves day and night, okay? Oh, I understand. Did you read that book called "Freaks, or Descriptions of Demon Hunters"? "
Lan En dumped it? He shook the arm holding Poppy's reins, his tone helpless.
“It is a book that contains slander and conjecture. If you read it enough, you will find that it not only calls the witchers freaks who are only good at killing, but also compares us to people who must live in daily life. Those who prostitute themselves every day, otherwise they won’t be able to vent their anger, and those who covet other people’s children. To be honest, did you not show any discrimination when you were studying?”
“Maybe.” Regis said gently. Smiling, "Maybe this is the 'fallacy' that inevitably occurs in the process of dissemination of knowledge. After all, for most people, having a book is good."
"But fortunately, this world will always correct incorrect knowledge. For example, I met you, a real demon hunter."
Lan En shook his head indifferently: "Then I really It’s a great honor to help you correct your wrong impression, Regis.”
As he said that, the two happened to pass by a fairly lively pub.
This tavern is not as popular as the 'Mermaid Sing' that I just passed by, but it is also more lively than the small hotel in the corner of the corner that doesn't even light a light.
The level of neither high nor low is just right for the combination of a witcher and a vampire.
"I'll tie up the horse first."
Regis took Poppy's reins and led him and his colorful mare towards the stables of the hotel.
Lan En nodded and opened the door directly to enter, walking to the bar of the tavern.
Under the not-so-bright light, the boss who had just gathered a pile of wine bottles raised his head and saw an unusually tall hooded man standing in front of him.
But he didn't show surprise.
This is Sintra, and there are so many good guys!
A charming man who is loved by everyone in Sintra should at least look like this: his head should touch the roof and his shoulders should touch the door frame! He curses people more fiercely than a dwarf and roars like a buffalo! Day or night, the smell of horses, sweat, and beer was at least thirty paces away.
The guy in front of me is in good shape, but with the hood he looks ghostly, and he doesn’t have the smell of a man at all.
So this is not considered a good man by Sintra's standards.
“What do you want?”
The tavern owner said coldly.
He habitually wiped his hands with the canvas apron around his waist, then lifted it up and wiped the bar table.
The old grease on the bar has been mixed with dust, forming a solid layer of black mud.
When the apron rubbed against it, Lan En could even feel the considerable stickiness.
"Two rooms, and two horses to take care of."
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(End of this chapter)