Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 455 Chapter 454. Too many types

Lan En just gave Regis a "private conversation" look and did not ask him to come over immediately.

Until now, Gerd thought Regis was just a barber doctor with magic skills.

Lan wasn't sure yet if he was the kind of witcher who would kill monsters on sight.

Although Gede seems to be an open-minded and forthright demon hunter, it is better to do less than to do more. If you can hide it, you will save trouble.

It would be so uncomfortable when two friends start fighting with each other.

At the scene, it was confirmed that it was a vampire monster, and the target range of the two demon hunters was suddenly reduced to an acceptable level.

"Although the Blood Demon and Katakaan will tear the prey into pieces and then lick the blood on the ground, tearing the prey into such pieces does not seem like a need to eat, but more like chasing pleasure."

Gede picked up a corpse fragment from the ground that had been frozen hard with a layer of frost on the surface, and gestured with his hand.

This is the largest piece that he can reach around while squatting still.

And this piece of bone-in goat meat was no bigger than the palm of his hand.

"There are also traces in the center of these fragments." Lan En stood up, crossed his arms and lowered his head to look at it.

"Something is rolling in the middle of this pile of broken pieces, rolling in a very enjoyable way."

After the young man finished speaking, he patted the non-existent stains on his hands.

"Bat-Winged Brain Demon. This is the only possibility."

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

"Trouble, this thing is powerful enough compared to a female monster."

"Yes, if there are three of them together, they dare to attack the city!"

What Lan En was talking about was an incident that happened in 1104. Three bat-winged brain demons rushed into the city called Lan East and started killing people inside.

He was later killed by a demon hunter, Olivier of Guleta.

Lan En certainly knows that most of the cities in this world are places where the combined permanent population and surrounding population are no more than a few thousand people.

But it is still a settlement with an organized defense force.

The madness and power of the bat-winged brain demons are as memorable as their brainlessness.

"But I don't think a few bat-winged brain demons can cause that much headache to the dwarves in Castle Hayne."

Lan En put his finger on his chin and continued.

"You also remember the formation of the dwarves who used to 'greet' us, right? They were fully armed, like solid iron pillars, with fine swords and strong bowstrings. There were at least hundreds of them like this. Warrior. A few bat-winged brain demons are not enough for each of them to share."

At this time, he and Gede had already walked out of the scene where large pieces of debris were scattered. Regis raised his brows when he heard their words.

"Bat-Winged Brain Demon? Who did this?"

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

"There are more things that I can only watch anymore."

With that said, Lan unfolded the scroll. There were several scenes on it that might not have been 'cleaned' by the beast.
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When night fell over the Amer Mountains, a group of three people returned to the dwarves' Castle Hayne.

Under the orders of Lens Ziva, houses, restaurants and bathhouses were prepared for them to rest.

The water vapor is thick. I heard that the heat in the hot water comes from the remains of the forging furnace.

The three of them only wrapped a large white towel around their waists, and then sat in the hot water pool together.

Lan En's body was fair and smooth, and his skin was like the finest silk. Like his silver hair, he looked 'expensive and gorgeous'.

Gede's body is similar to that of most demon hunters, with various scars scattered in various locations.

Burns, acid wounds, slashes, and claw wounds. The witchers' scars reflect the kind of monsters they have faced.

In addition to scars, Gede also has many tattoos on his arms and chest.

Regis, like Lan En, is fair and clean. "Ah, it's so nice to be able to take a hot bath in the mountains. It would be even better if there was a waitress with a hot figure."

Gede put a hot towel on his face, lay on his back against the tile wall of the pool, and sighed.

"I almost forgot, you witchers are so hormonal."

Regis smiled peacefully.

"If you have the chance to go to the capital of Temeria, Vizima. I can recommend you a good brothel - the House of Night. My girlfriend owns that shop, maybe I can get her to call you A discount."

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

"Hey, Lan En. Don't you often take jobs in the north? We can go and have fun together!"

"No." Lan En waved his hand and drank the dwarf spirit in the wooden cup in his hand.

"I will not enter Vizima with an appointment."

"Huh? Are you under a curse?"

"It's okay if you are willing to understand this way. Anyway, I promised that no one else will go in. Don't worry about this. Can you help me get another bottle?"

Lan En shook the empty wine bottle in his hand towards Gede, so Gede nodded and walked out of the pool with a 'swish'.

After he walked out, Regis spoke calmly.

"The temperature of this water can't even open your pores, and the dwarf's strong liquor can't affect your nerves. Are you pushing him away?"

Lan En nodded flatly and admitted.

"I have to consult you about today's affairs, but it's best not to tell Gerd first, do you understand?"

With that said, Lan En stretched out his fingers and pointed his two tiger teeth to indicate to Regis.

It means that this matter is related to his status as a high-level vampire.

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

"I have neither your witcher's mission experience nor your knowledge of monsters. What exactly did you find at the scene today?"

"Bat-Winged Brain Demon, Blood Demon, Katakaan, Bat-Winged Demon."

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

"Yes." Lan En's expression was hard to explain. "There were four types of vampire monsters in six crime scenes. This kind of monster is a bit too complete."

"Lens Ziva did not ask us to rush to deal with the gradually invalidating Anahad's detention measures at the first time. Instead, we dealt with these things first."

"I'm pretty sure that the message he wrote on the note and sent to the leader of the Bear School is the mess he is most concerned about. So can we think so. These vampire monsters have nothing to do with the people in the detention measures. Are the things related?”

Lan En's head turned to Regis, his amber cat's eyes looking at him in consultation.

Regis's clever and long-lived mind quickly turned around.

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

The young man nodded.

Regis thought for a moment and did not refute.

"As far as I know, some of my kind are indeed able to control these low-level blood-sucking creatures, but... is it such a coincidence? There are not many of us."

"Who knows?"

Lan En said after being silent for a while, just as Gede also came back in holding a wine bottle.

The private conversation between the witcher and the higher vampire came to an end for the time being.

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