"The Amer Mountains are a sort of north-south border."

During the journey, the high-ranking vampire introduced the destination of his trip to the witcher in a gentle and magnetic voice.

"When dividing the north and south, in addition to the Yaluga River, which we are about to reach, there is also the Amer Mountains. In many books, the word 'north' refers to a vast expanse of land north of the Amer Mountains to the south of the Dragon Mountains. ”

Vampires are an alien race that strayed into this world because of the confluence of the celestial spheres a distant time ago.

But their long lifespan has made these creatures more knowledgeable about the world than the vast majority of natives.

Now Regis was riding a mare of a suit under his ass, and that standard and skillful riding posture showed that even high-ranking vampires were more inclined to ride horses on long journeys.

Maybe it's to hide yourself, maybe it's because it's really more energy-saving. Lan En guessed cautiously.

"Well, thanks for the explanation."

Lan tugged at the hood on his head, allowing his silver hair to be completely covered.

"Although I have already learned this knowledge before I set off, thank you again for your teaching."

"If I'm not mistaken. Are you saying I'm a bit of a good teacher? ”

Regis thought for a moment before he reacted.

"No, it's not a problem, if I had your knowledge, I'd probably find an opportunity to talk about it. After all, it feels pretty cool, I know. ”

"Ah, thank you for your understanding."

Regis twisted his upper body on horseback and bowed to Rann in a swaggering bow.

The witcher discovers that this high-ranking vampire has a bit of a desire to perform.

It was completely different from the cold vampires he had imagined.

"If we go any further, we will enter the land of Sintra."

Riding in the shade of trees on both sides of the avenue, the road is quite comfortable thanks to the fact that it doesn't rain these days.

And once the weather becomes gloomy, this road that can shake up loess smoke and dust may turn into a potholed mud road in an instant.

During this period of riding, every once in a while, you can see the wreckage abandoned on the side of the road because the wheel is shattered, or the axle is falling apart.

The goods were either taken by the owner or by nearby residents, leaving only worthless wreckage with dry mud scabs.

"It rained heavily in this place some time ago?"

Lan enned for advice from the vampire next to him, who was enjoying the daylight with his face up.

"Yes, the rain came suddenly, and it wasn't small. In those days, the road was almost a bazaar, and many of the merchants whose carriages had broken down were drenched in the rain on the road, trying to get rid of their goods as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if the horse's hooves are soaked in muddy water and softened and wasted, they will even have to smash their capital. ”

Regis spoke eloquently.

"I made a small profit in those days, and the feet of those merchants were soaked in mud, and the beriberi potion I prepared was sold out."

Okay, this high-level vampire is still a businessman.

Lan clapped softly on horseback, and Regis smiled reservedly.

The dry pavement made it easy to ride, and the witchers and vampires didn't make a stop in the middle before nightfall.

They made it all the way to Sintra's largest city, the capital of the same name as the country, Sintra.

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The cost of entering the city is not expensive, which means that the country is still relatively stable.

By the time the vampires and witchers entered the city, the sun had already set in the west, and most of the shops on the streets were closed, except for the all-night business where the lights were lit.

For example, taverns, casinos, brothels.

"Oh, if you need anything, don't worry about me."

Among the two who were leading the horse, Regis suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Ran.

The young man's hooded head tilted in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Uh, I mean you witchers are more hormones, aren't you? Unlike ordinary people, that's what the book says. ”

"That doesn't mean we're all a bunch of whores who have to love day and night, okay? Oh, I see, is that book you reading called Freaks, or Descriptions of Witchers? ”

Lan En shook the arm holding the reins of Popai, his tone helpless.

"It's a book of slander and fantasies, and if you read enough, you will find that it not only calls witchers freaks who are only skilled in killing, but also compares us to meat worms who must prostitute themselves every day or not vent, and barren people who covet other people's children. Honestly, don't you make a distinction when you read? ”

"Maybe." Regis smiled gently, "Maybe this is the 'fallacy' that inevitably occurs in the process of knowledge transmission." After all, for most people, it's nice to have a book. ”

But fortunately, the world will always correct those incorrect knowledge. For example, let me meet you, a real witcher. ”

Lan En shook his head indifferently, "Then I'm really honored to help you correct your misconceptions, Regis." ”

As they spoke, the two happened to pass by a fairly lively tavern.

This tavern is not as popular as the 'mermaid song' just passed, but it is also more lively than the small inn in the corner that does not even have a light on.

The grade that is not up or down is just right for the combination of witcher and vampire.

"I'll go and tie the horse first."

Regis took the reins of Popai and led him with his fancy mare to the hotel stables.

Lan En nodded and pushed the door in, walking to the bar in the tavern.

In the not-so-bright light, the boss, who had just gathered a pile of wine bottles, raised his head and saw a tall and unusually hooded man standing in front of him.

But he didn't show surprise either.

This is Sintra, and there are countless good men!

A charismatic man who is loved in Sintra should at least look like this: his head touches the roof and his shoulders match the door frame! He scolded people more fiercely than dwarves, and roared like a buffalo! Day or night, at least thirty paces away the smell of horses, sweat and beer.

The guy in front of him is not bad, but he looks ghostly with a hood, and he doesn't have the smell that a man should have.

So that's not 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 again to wipe the bar.

The old grease on the bar had mixed with the dust, and it had become a solid black layer of mud.

When the apron was rubbed, Lan En could even feel the stickiness of the small amount.

"Two rooms, and two horses by the way."

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