Lane just gave Regis a 'private talk' look and didn't let him over right away.

Gerd still thought that Regis was just a barber who knew magic.

Lane wasn't sure if he was the kind of witcher who would kill monsters when he saw them.

Although Ged seems to be an enlightened and bold witcher, more is better than less, and if you can hide it, you will save trouble.

It would be too uncomfortable for two friends to fight each other.

At the scene, it was determined that it was a vampire-like monster, and the target range of the two witchers was suddenly reduced to an acceptable level.

"Although Bloodfiend and Kataka Karn will tear their prey apart and lick the blood on the ground, they can tear their prey to such pieces. It's not like a need to eat, it's more like chasing pleasure. ”

Ged picked up a fragment of a corpse from the ground, which had been frozen to the ground and had a frost on the surface, and gestured at it in his hand.

It was the largest piece he could reach around while squatting still.

And this piece of bone-in goat meat is less than the size of the palm of his hand.

"And the marks in the center of these fragments." Lan stood up, clasping his hands over his chest and looking down.

"Something, rolling in the middle of this pile of debris, the kind of rolling that I enjoy."

After the young man finished speaking, he patted the non-existent stain on his hand.

"Bat Wing Brain Demon. This is the only possible way. ”

Gede nodded in agreement, threw away the pieces in his hand, and got up from the ground.

"Trouble, this thing's strength is strong enough compared to the female monster."

"Yes, all three of them dare to storm the city!"

What Rann is talking about is an incident that has occurred since 1104, when three batwing brains stormed the city known as Ranist, and went on a killing spree inside.

He was then killed by a witcher, Olivier of Guleta.

Of course, Lan En knew that most of the cities in this world were places where the permanent population and the surrounding population combined were only a few thousand people.

But it is also a settlement with a formed defense force.

The madness and power of the Batwing Brain Demons are just as memorable as their brainlessness.

"But I don't think a few Batwing Brain Demons can give the dwarves in Hainberg such a headache."

Lann pressed his fingers to his chin and continued.

"You remember the formation of the dwarves who 'greeted' us in the past, right? Fully armed, like a solid iron pier, with a good sword and a strong bowstring, they have at least hundreds of such warriors. A few batwing brain demons weren't enough for each of them. ”

By this time, he and Gerd had already walked out of the scene where the large wreckage was scattered, and Regis raised his brow when he heard their words.

"Bat Wing Brain Demon? What did you do? ”

"At least this one is." Gerd pointed to the wreckage behind him, then shrugged.

"More things can only be seen."

As he spoke, Ryan unfolded the scroll, which contained several other sites that might not have been 'cleaned' by the beasts.

——

As night fell over the Amer Mountains, the group returned to the dwarven Heinberg.

On the orders of Lens Ziva, they were provided with resting houses, diets, and bathhouses.

The water is steamy, and I heard that the heat in the hot water comes from the remnants of the forging furnace.

All three of them wrapped a wide white towel around their waists and sat down together in the hot tub.

Lan's body was white and smooth, and his skin was like the finest silk, and like his silver hair, it looked 'expensive and gorgeous'.

Gerd was similar to most witchers, with various scars in various locations.

Burns, acid erosions, slashes, claw wounds, and witcher scars reflect the kind of monsters they've all faced.

In addition to the scars, Gede also got a lot of tattoos on his arms and chest.

Regis, like Lanne, was white and pure.

"Ah, it's so cool to have a hot bath in the mountains. It would be even better if there was a hostess with a hot body. ”

Gerd put a hot towel over his face and lay on his back against the tiles of the sink, sighing.

"I've almost forgotten that you witchers have a lot of hormones."

Regis smiled calmly.

"If you have the opportunity to go to the capital of Temoria, Vigima. I can recommend you a nice brothel – the House of the Night. My girlfriend opened that store, maybe I can get her to give you a discount. ”

"Vijma?" Gerd took the towel off his face and looked at Lan with interest.

"Hey, Lanne. Don't you often pick up jobs in the north? We can go and have fun together! ”

"Nope." Lan En waved his hand, and by the way, he drank the dwarven spirit from the wooden cup in his hand.

"I'm not going to enter Virjema, make an appointment."

"Huh? Are you cursed? ”

"It's okay if you want to understand it like this, anyway, I promised that others wouldn't go in, don't worry about this, can you help me get another bottle?"

Lane shook the empty bottle in his hand at Gerd, who nodded and walked out of the pool with a 'bang'.

After he walked out, Regis spoke lightly.

"The temperature of the water doesn't even make you open your pores, and the dwarven spirits don't affect your nerves. Are you pulling him apart? ”

Lan En nodded dryly in acknowledgement.

"I'll have to ask you about today, but it's better not to tell Gerd yet, you know?"

As he spoke, Lan En stretched out his finger and nodded his two tiger teeth to Reggis.

This shows that this has something to do with his status as a high-level vampire.

So Regis tacitly opened the flow rate of the inlet of the pool, and the sound of the water became louder.

"I have neither your experience as a witcher nor your knowledge of monsters, what did you find on the scene today?"

"Batwing Brain Demon, Blood Demon, Katakarn, Batwing Demon."

"Wait." Regis glanced at Lan in surprise, "We went to a total of six crime scenes today!" ”

"Yes." Lan En's expression was indescribable, "There are four kinds of vampire-like monsters at the six crime scenes, this kind is a bit too much. That's it. ”

"Lens Ziva didn't let us run to deal with the waning Anahad detention in the first place. Instead, deal with these things first. ”

"I'm pretty sure that the message he wrote on a note and sent to the leader of the Bear School is the mess he cares about the most. So are we able to think so. These vampire-like monsters have something to do with what was in that detention facility? ”

Lann's head turned to Regis, and the amber cat's eyes were looking at him with an inquiring gaze.

Regis's clever and long-lived brain quickly turned.

"You suspect that the person in that detention facility is a high-level vampire?"

The young man nodded.

Regis didn't refute it after a little contemplation.

"As far as I know, there are indeed some of my kind who are able to control these low-level bloodsampic creatures, but. Could it be such a coincidence? We're not a lot of them. ”

"Who knows?"

Ryan was silent for a moment before he spoke, just as Ged re-entered with his bottle in hand.

The witcher's private conversation with the High Vampire has come to an end for the time being.

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