Lens Ziva personally held a very dwarven farewell party for the 'sacrificed' Regis at the entrance of the mine.

They skipped all the complicated rituals, and only kept the best parts—

Each dwarf poured a small sip of wine from his own jug into the land where Regis was buried.

"I remember Regis didn't drink much?"

Standing in the back row, in a picture of a grim face with their heads bowed in silence, Gerd tilted his head towards Lan and muttered.

The corners of Lan En's mouth trembled slightly, and he said quietly.

"Should. No big deal? He didn't even have to breathe in the dirt, and the wine couldn't get into his mouth. ”

"Well, I hope so."

The memorial was soon over, and the dwarven elder commanded his guards, dragging the blood-sucking creatures and the puddle of traces in the mine onto the cart.

He had to show the corpses of these monsters to the dwarven inhabitants of Heinburg, so that they could know that the crisis was over and that they could live and work in peace.

"Heinberg thanks you for your efforts, Witcher."

Returning to the hall where he had first met with the Dwarven Elders, Lens Ziva said solemnly.

In accordance with traditional etiquette, Lan and Gede bowed slightly to the dwarven elders to show their gratitude.

"I know that verbal gratitude is cheap and boring, and we dwarves will not treat those who have helped us, not to mention that you have sacrificed for it."

As he spoke, the Dwarven Elder lifted a small cloth bag from the side of his one-piece black iron throne.

He pulled out a wad of cut parchment from it and gestured to the two witchers.

"That's what we agreed on, two."

"In addition to the body parts that have been handed over to you, there are two long swords, one steel and one silver, and the remaining armor component drawings."

Lens Ziva unfolded the parchment one by one, and turned to the two witchers for display.

"Grandmaster-level armor blueprints, their combined effect is: you demon hunters can cast the [Quinn Seal], if the Seal is broken, there is a half chance that a [Queen's Seal] will be generated again without consumption."

"This is the most suitable effect for your bear school, hard, tough, and durable."

The Demon Hunter's [Quinn Law Seal] is basically equivalent to another life, while the Bear School's Grandmaster set has half the probability of consuming 'one life', and then adding 'one life' out of thin air.

Lens Ziva said, pulling out a few more drawings.

"Also, in addition to this set of traditional drawings, I have made customized improvements according to your requirements. New arm armor structure, as well as new armor parameters. ”

This is for Ran.

"Plus, this drawing is dedicated to the sacrifice of your venerable mage teammate. I'm sorry, I wanted to open the furnace myself and make the best sword for the two of you, but I think you should have arrangements for it too, and you won't stay longer. I can only give you the drawings. ”

The dwarven elder pulled the bottom one from a pile of drawings.

It was a blueprint of a sword.

"The Javier Sword, which details all the precautions during the forging process, is a weapon that has a chance to burn enemies after being successfully forged."

A drawing of a steel sword, the status of the Javier sword in the market is not low, even some of the famous large knights, few of them can afford such a sword.

Such a drawing, if well managed, can even be used as an heirloom and fist product of a high-end blacksmith shop.

However, this drawing was of little use to Lann and Gerd, neither of whom knew how to strike iron or open a blacksmith shop.

However, Lan En thought about it, as if Belengar was worried that he didn't know the advanced blueprints other than the witcher equipment, and the blueprints of this steel sword could be used for him to take the exam.

The old witcher has been unhappy for a long time with his uncertified blacksmith rank.

The old guy is not short of money now, and has instead started looking for social proof.

Gerd's mouth bloomed, but Lann still maintained a sad and sad expression, and stepped forward to accept the payment for the mission.

The acting must also be perfect, otherwise Lan En's heart will respond.

After receiving the payment, the Dwarven Elder politely invited the two witchers to visit Heinburg for another two days.

But the two witchers had no intention of staying, and at noon they packed up their things and walked out of the dwarven colony in the Amer Mountains.

After making sure there were no dwarven patrols, they hurried back to the mountain nest.

When he got there, he saw Regis's body coming out of the dirt, and Dilaff patted him with mud.

The land that was once dry was turned into mud by the dwarves' wine.

Regis pulled a lot of strong-smelling herbs out of his shoulder bag, crushed them and rubbed them on himself, trying to hide the smell of alcohol.

"I never thought that this was the form of a dwarven funeral."

Regis said unhurriedly, his drunken body contrasting with this tone full of reason and wisdom.

Regis spread his hands and turned to the two witchers who had come down the hillside, his expression helpless.

And Lane and Gerd were very sensible, and hurriedly ran over to clean up Regis with Dirav.

In the end, it was only after a busy job that the coriander smell of coriander seeds on Regis overshadowed the smell of alcohol.

"We still have to bury this hero's tomb."

After a toss, Lan En sternly raised his mouth.

"If you can't keep it, there will be dwarves coming to worship the heroes in the future!"

Next to Lanen, even with Regis's cultivation, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Speechless was speechless, but the four of them worked very well, and soon filled in the hero's tomb again.

Two witchers descend the mountain with two high vampires.

It was not until night that they reached the Theodullah Pass, a passage through the mountains of Amer with far more mobility than ordinary people.

They will also be separated here.

Regis shook hands with Rann and Gerd in turn, and he would continue his walk with Dilaff on Mount Gaugon, the highest peak in the Amer Mountains.

There they entered Towcente, the land of wine and knights, and what they called 'ancient creatures' was in Towcent.

Regis would watch as Dilaff swore in front of ancient creatures that he would not seek revenge.

"I could have predicted it."

Regis said in a daze as he let go of Lanne's hand.

"I will miss this trip in the future. Interesting experiences, interesting friends, I'm a little lyrical now. ”

"You're talking as if a few of us who can live for hundreds of years will die one by one tomorrow."

Lan En seemed to be free and easy.

"It's a disgusting world, but I think a few of us should be able to 'good people get good rewards', right? We can see you later, friends, and you know where to look for me. ”

Finally, under the eyes of the witcher, the two high-ranking vampires together turned into two clouds of black smoke and flew away on the moonlit snow.

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