Out of the Bear School's rare work ethic, Lane and Ged went over the entire catacombs to make sure there were no more monsters, or spirits tossed by Sharma's chaotic magic.

Then the two of them walked towards the exit of the royal cemetery.

When he arrived at a place with plenty of light, Lan En habitually took out [White Honey] and drank it to remove the medicinal properties and toxicity of the potion on his body.

But when he handed it to Gerd, the guy waved his hand away.

The reason is: this toxicity is completely bearable, and the effect of [Cat's Eye] is faster than the toxicity, and it will not affect the vision of the light environment, so it is completely unnecessary.

Lane expressed respect for his thrifty habits.

When he reached the exit of the cemetery, Rann saw Regis and Cohen of the Griffin School waiting there.

The High Vampire stood on the edge of the stone gate, his fingertips stained with blood, apparently rebandaging Cohen.

The witchers of the Griffin School sat on the ground leaning against the door frame.

Although the pants, soaked with his own blood, were still sticking to his legs, they were already a little dry and stiff.

It seems that the bleeding has stopped.

"You should go out and rest."

Lan En waved his hand in greeting, and said as he walked.

"That's what I mean, but Mr. Cohen insists on waiting here." Regis spread his hands and said slowly.

"And it has to be said that the witcher's potion was indeed immediate. I just tied it with a slight bandage, and after a few minutes I took it off, and the bleeding in his lower back completely stopped. ”

"It's amazing resilience."

Regis's expression was slightly admiring.

But Lan En scratched his cheek unconsciously.

What are you sighing about, you high vampire?

Cohen's face was still pale as a dead man, but it was half due to massive blood loss and half due to the outward appearance of drinking potions.

"You're not hurt, it seems that there is no bigger mess in there?"

Cohen stood up against the stone door frame, and looked at Gerd and Lann with concern.

"Have you found out why? I just revisited the clues, and I always feel a little abnormal. ”

Lan shook his head, "It's exactly right, it's next to an underground river, and a Sharma has dug through the partition and broken in. ”

"Sharma? The kind of monster that lives underground? I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it yet. So, those evil ghosts and water ghosts came from the underground river? ”

Gerd and Lanne nodded together.

Cohen's range of activity is mainly in the northern countries, and most of them in the far north of Covel. There aren't many monsters in the south.

"Whew~ Then that's the end of it."

The witchers of the Griffin School breathed a sigh of relief, looking like they had let go of a burden in their hearts.

Unlike the average witcher, who cares more about financial losses if they fail to complete their tasks, the chivalry upheld by the Griffin School also makes them psychologically burdened.

"Don't rush to leave just yet." Lan En could see that Cohen was a little ready to leave.

"The reward should be divided, you have done a lot of research before, and you have a share of the seven hundred crowns. To be honest, I'm not actually here for the money. ”

At Lanne's insistence, Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment, but in the end he didn't leave.

If you want to repair his broken equipment, you're actually a little short on hand.

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When the four of them came out of the underground cemetery and stood in the sunlight again, several people who seemed to have been waiting for a long time in the distance immediately approached them.

The three witchers looked at each other.

They all know that the final and most important step in this task is coming-

Employers are to ensure confidentiality, while witchers are paid.

"Wait, didn't you notice that we're missing someone?"

Gerd wandered around, but realized that he couldn't find the magician barber, so he turned to Lane.

"Who knows?"

The young man shrugged as if he didn't care.

"He's a magician, you know? It's normal to be mysterious, and who knows where he's going to go. ”

Gerd thought about it and realized that it was. People who play magic don't usually give much explanation to the witcher.

So he quickly left Regis's whereabouts behind.

"Gentlemen"

A man dressed in an intricately embroidered tight tunic and tight pants walked up and said, behind him were four soldiers in full-body plate armor.

"How is your work going?"

The delicate man in charge of the negotiation pulled his lips down, his nose straining hard, obviously unaccustomed to the smell of the three witchers coming out of the mud of the tomb and the blood of monsters.

But the better thing is that although he can't stand it, he only shows some physical discomfort, but there is no contempt or disgust.

This attitude is quite good for a witcher who has been around for a long time.

"It's been cleaned up."

Lan En took the initiative to stand up and began to dock with the other party.

"There is also the corpse of a large creature under the mausoleum, which has dug through the outer wall of the mausoleum and connected to an underground river. I suggest you send a construction team down to fill the hole. ”

"Ah, just kill all the monsters." A relieved expression appeared on the man's face, and then he returned to normal.

"The rest is easy to do, so please come with us and prepare to enter the palace and receive the bounty."

There was nothing wrong with that, but the three witchers glanced slightly at the four fully armored soldiers behind the man.

Although they did not make offensive changes in their positions, they had already silently clenched the grips of the halberd and sword in their hands, and the sound of breathing under the helmet also brought some tension.

If you refuse this invitation, the atmosphere will become less friendly.

The scene became a little silent for a moment.

Lan En smiled and looked at the five people opposite.

At first, the delicate man could still look at him, but after a while, the soldiers behind him in plate armor had begun to move their bodies slightly uneasily.

They uncomfortably opened and closed their palms, twisted their necks, and the armor components and buckles on their bodies made a tiny sound of steel clashing under these movements.

Gradually, the delicate man's face began to sweat, and even the extremely standard smiling face was almost untenable.

"Huh."

Suddenly, Lan let out a chuckle first.

The four soldiers on the opposite side, the small cracks on the armor suddenly increased with this chuckle.

"Then let's go."

"The royal family of Sintra is reputable, and I don't think it will be difficult for a few witchers for a few hundred crowns."

The delicate man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly.

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