Lynn looked around and found that they were riding horses on a grassland covered with graves and tombstones.
As far as he could see, there were thousands of graves.
The tombstone is covered with moss.
Some tombstones are featureless, just a shapeless chunk of rough rock.
Others were polished and carved into the shapes of obelisks and monuments.
As for those standing in the middle of the valley rocks and grassland forests, they were built into stone sheds, cairns and circular stone formations.
This obviously cannot be a natural formation.
"Two masters, let's continue on our way."
Maximus' eyes widened.
He stared nervously at the cemetery.
It's not that he's afraid of ghosts.
But he had heard others say before that monsters like to make cemeteries their home.
Especially a cemetery in the wild that is not popular at all.
He didn't want to have his intestines ripped out and eaten by a hungry corpse-eating monster in his sleep.
"Don't worry, Sir, not every cemetery is haunted by ghosts."
Lynn looked at the tombstones erected in the cemetery in the distance. "From the outside, these tombstones have been erected here for at least five hundred years, and the men lying underneath have long been turned into a pile of bones."
"Ghoul and Grave Hag like corpses. They don't know how to chew bones."
Geralt nodded in agreement, and added, "Moreover, if this place is haunted, it is impossible that there are no rumors at all. Even if you don't have money to hire a demon hunter, the rumors will grow wings and spread far and wide."
"But actually, when we passed through those villages and towns along the way, we never heard of any hauntings around here."
Seeing that the two demon hunters had the same opinion, the knight errant finally calmed down a little in his nervous heart.
"Okay then, let's stay here tonight..."
Maximus hasn't finished speaking yet.
In his retina, a dark shadow flickered like a ghost.
The knight errant's face instantly turned pale.
"There is a ghost! There is a demon!"
The knight errant responded with two clear sounds of the sword being unsheathed.
Lynn and Geralt quickly came to Maximus' side.
The three of them stood back to back.
"Where?"
"Over there! It's hiding behind that tombstone over there!"
Maximus pointed in a certain direction.
His voice was so nervous that it was a little distorted.
Lynn holds the master silver sword in one hand.
Quickly, he took out a bottle of high-grade Cat Potion from the magic pattern leather bag and drank it.
The blood vessels on his face became slender.
But at the same time, the dark world became extremely clear before his eyes.
He tried hard to look in the direction where the knight errant was pointing.
But he saw nothing.
The demon hunter badge worn around his neck was also hanging in front of him, calm and calm.
"Your Excellency, are you mistaken?"
There is absolutely no way that there are corpse-eating creatures like Ghoul and Grave Hag in this cemetery group, just like humans will not settle on saline-alkali land.
If there really is a monster, there is really only one possibility, and that is, like Maximus said, it is a demon spirit.
But the problem is that spirits like demon spirits emit a very conspicuous and weird green light at night.
It's not that you can't see it during the day, but you can see it more clearly at night.
Therefore, if it is really a demon spirit, even if it hides behind the tombstone, its light will illuminate the weeds and soil near the tombstone.
However, Lynn saw no light at all.
Maximus insisted. "No, I have very good eyesight and it is impossible to see wrong."
Lynn hesitated for a moment and thought of a way.
"Geralt, let's go around from both sides and see what the hell it is. Sir Maximus, you stay here."
"I'm going with you," the knight errant said, although he could not control his nervousness. "I don't want to be a coward."
Lynn comforted him and said.
"You have no experience in dealing with demon spirits, and you don't have a silver sword. If it is really a demon spirit, your life will be in vain."
"A knight full of chivalrous spirit did not deserve to die in the wilderness."
The witcher's words caused the knight errant to fall into silence.
"Just listen to you, Master. I will pray for you. May the Lady of the Lake give you strength."
Lynn and Geralt cautiously surrounded the tombstone where the "demon spirit" was hiding from two directions: left and right.
As the distance got closer, Lynn became more and more confused.
Because whether it was Lynn's demon hunter badge or Geralt's, they were both lying quietly on their chests at this time.
This is not common sense.
If there is a monster, no matter what kind of monster it is, the badge will tremble.
But now...
Suddenly, a strange smell penetrated Lynn's nasal cavity.
This made him frown.
"Geralt, do you smell it?"
Geralt sniffed his nose carefully. "There is a strange smell... Is this the smell of herbs?"
"To be specific, absinthe, basil, sage, anise, cinnamon, etc."
An elegant and wise voice came from behind the tombstone where the three people thought the demon spirit was hiding.
"Please put down your arms, gentlemen, and I apologize if I have frightened you."
Lynn and Geralt exchanged a look.
They lowered their silver swords.
But he did not sheathe the sword.
Then, a middle-aged man dressed in black and carrying a small shoulder bag walked out from behind the tombstone.
The middle-aged man's hair is somewhat bald, his nose bridge is high, his eye sockets are deep, and his temperament exudes a look that is different from that of a respectable man who just plows food in the fields.
Even his voice seems to have a kind of magic, making people feel that they can get close to him and trust him.
"It's really rude. If possible, I sincerely hope that we can meet you at a better time and place."
"My name is Emil Regis Lohorek Tajiv Goldfroy. I come from Dillingen and am a barber. You can just call me Regis."
Regis?
Lynn looked at the middle-aged man.
The other person's appearance has not changed much from the one in his impression.
It's no wonder, after all, the other party's true identity is a high-level vampire who has lived longer than Vesemir.
"Sir Barber Doctor, what are you doing in a place like this?"
Perhaps he noticed that the opponent was unarmed, and his thin body did not seem to contain much explosive power...
More importantly, the other party is an intelligent creature that can communicate...
So Geralt returned the silver sword to its sheath with a swipe. "There are no customers here who are in a hurry to get a haircut, nor are there any injuries that need to be treated."
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