The night breeze blows coolly on people's bodies.
Lynn left the place where the prisoners were held and walked far away. He was bathed in the cold moonlight, glanced behind him, and smiled.
"Sir Regis, I didn't expect you to have the bad habit of eavesdropping."
The figure of the barber doctor stepped out of the shadows.
"Please forgive me for being rude. I just don't like the noisy atmosphere, so I came out to get some fresh air. But I must admit that I am very curious about your departure midway."
"But I may have been overly curious, so please accept my sincerest apology."
He bowed and saluted the witcher.
"I accept your apology, Mr. Regis, can I ask you a question?"
"Please ask."
"When are you going to confess your true identity to us? I don't mean the superficial disguise of a barber doctor, but your inner identity as a high-level vampire."
I don't know if it's Lynn's illusion.
He seemed to feel that the temperature dropped suddenly.
But this is indeed the witcher's illusion.
Because the high-level vampire's face did not show its fangs.
He still has that gentle, kind smile.
"You noticed it? How did you find out?"
Because I've read the script.
Lynn did not answer this way.
"A barber doctor who dares to wander into a cemetery in the middle of the night and lives alone in the wilderness far away from human habitation is very questionable in itself."
"Of course, I have more direct evidence, like now."
Lynn looked under Regis, but there was nothing there. "You have no shadow."
Regis chuckled.
"I thought I was hiding well, but I didn't expect that I was still discovered. The demon hunter's observation skills are really keen. It's no wonder that he can become a professional monster killer and travel around the world."
"So, what are you going to do now, are you going to defeat this monster like me for the sake of humanity? Or are you going to spare my life and give me a chance to escape in despair?"
Lynn shook his head.
"No, you don't have to run away, and I will not attack you. You are here to save Duchess Roberta, and I will not drive you away."
Regis said slightly surprised, "I thought all demon hunters killed monsters."
Lynn shook his head and said, "I dare not speak about other demon hunters, but Geralt and I are monsters that only kill people."
The high-level vampire asked again hesitantly.
"Then you are not worried that a high-level vampire who is mixed in with the crowd will suddenly show his fangs at you and leave clear and obvious fangs on your necks?"
The witcher asked back, "Haven't you not sucked blood for many years?"
This time Regis was really surprised.
"You also know this? You..."
He looked the witcher up and down several times.
"You don't look more than sixteen years old at most, and the best a demon hunter can do is delay aging. It's impossible to change your appearance at will like a warlock."
"You neither have a pair of pointed ears nor a big beard, so you can't be an elf or a dwarf."
"You... you are not of my race, are you?"
"But it's strange, I don't smell blood on your body."
"Are you also a blood-forbidden sect?"
Seeing Regis going further and further down the wrong road, Lynn smiled and took the initiative to explain.
"I am not a high-level vampire, Your Excellency Regis. As you can see, I am a genuine demon hunter."
He paused, and then continued, "It's just that I know a lot of things. You can think of me as a prophet."
Now even Regis, who has always shown himself to be wise.
It's a bit like living in Bengbu now.
I couldn't help but show a rude look like "Are you kidding me?"
Lynn knows that the other party does not believe it.
After all, I am really too young.
But it doesn't matter.
"You have two of your own kind. They are in Toussaint at the moment. To be more precise, they are in Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint."
"One of them... let me think about it, what's her name? Oh, I remembered it, Ouli Anna, a female aristocrat with a hobby of collecting."
"There is another one, his name is Dettlaff."
"Am I right, Your Excellency Regis?"
The high-level vampire bowed and saluted.
"What an honor it is to meet a prophet among witchers."
Lynn put his hand to his lips and smiled slightly, "Low-key, Sir Regis, I don't want to attract attention."
"You and Dettlaff are both blood-forbidden sects, so naturally I won't treat you as monsters."
"Although Ollie Anna is a vampire, she only sucks the blood of the orphans she took in. Without her care, those children would have died in some smelly ditch long ago covered in pus. Moreover, she has never sucked anyone alive."
"Perhaps in the eyes of fundamentalists, Ollie Anna is a monster that feeds on human blood and an alien whose heart must be different, but in this rotten world, it is not even too bad."
"All in all, I'm glad that there are no secrets between us now, but I think you'd better find a time as soon as possible to talk to Geralt. He doesn't like to be a bluff."
The next day, everyone went their separate ways.
Palmerin, Milton, and Lena are about to set off for Novigrad.
They are actually just a group of people.
After all, we are going to do bad things, and it is impossible for a large group of people to act together.
Therefore, the regent Raymond Earl divided the knights errant into many small groups and asked them to go north in batches from Theodora Pass and Manada Valley.
Before they left, Lynn gave them a suggestion:
Don't act rashly after they get to Novigrad.
First go to your villa in Shangcheng District.
If you successfully cure the Duchess's illness, you can also use the transmission box to send a message to Triss, and then ask Triss to send the message to them through the portal.
Lynn I don't want them to do stupid things, but it's hard to stop them directly, so I can only delay them as much as possible.
Maximus longed to join his fellow knights in action.
But he can't.
He must take Lynn and the others to Beauclair to meet the duchess. This is his promise and cannot be broken.
Originally, Damien planned to send a team of soldiers to them, but Lynn declined.
The armed forces of Toussaint were only adequate in the first place. Now that the knights errant are going to Novigrad again, the public security in the principality can only rely on the principality guard.
It was enough for Maximus to lead them.
So, the group left the pass and headed towards Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint.
Last night, Lynn and Regis mentioned that their identities should be informed to Geralt as soon as possible.
Regis Follow what is good.
When we set up camp and rested at noon, we took Geralt to the woods.
Not long after, a fierce quarrel broke out from the woods.
Lynn Listen attentively.
It was discovered that although the quarrel was getting louder and louder, fortunately there was no sound of alchemy bombs and seals erupting, or the sound of silver swords and sharp claws colliding.
This shows that the situation is not too bad.
Maximus originally planned to go over and take a look.
But blocked by Lynn.
Not long after, the two came back.
The difference is that the high-level vampire's expression is as usual and he is still polite.
Geralt's face was as gloomy as the weather in Velen.
"Have you known this for a long time? You have always known that we are dealing with someone..." White Wolf's aggressive tone suddenly paused.
He looked at Maximus hesitantly.
Knight Errant is also looking at White Wolf.
But soon, Maximus seemed to understand something, and muttered to himself, "Ah, look, it's such a standard-growing fir tree, just like Toussaint people, full of good character" and walked away.
Geralt breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to continue the questioning, but before he could speak, he was blocked by Lynn's smile.
"It seems that you have fully exchanged views in a cordial and friendly atmosphere."
Regis also smiled and said, "That's right."
Geralt was angry. "Whose side are you on, Lynn?"
"I will always stand only on the side of truth."
He knew Geralt would react like this.
That's why I asked the high-level vampire to speak earlier.
Otherwise, the longer you delay, the longer Geralt will be angry.
"Geralt, Regis He is a blood-forbidden sect. Do you want to draw your sword?"
"There is indeed no disgusting smell of blood on him, so I won't draw my sword."
Lynn spread his hands.
"Then it's over, so we are good friends again."
Geralt almost couldn't breathe. "You... don't you have any grudges in your heart?"
Lynn Question marks filled his forehead.
"Why should I hold a grudge against him? Just because he is a high-level vampire? Geralt, when you look out of a dirty window, you will only see the same dirty world."
Geralt misfired. "You are always right anyway."
"In the future, you are not allowed to get emotional easily," Lynn patted Geralt on the shoulder, used the tactics he had learned from his previous life, and said earnestly, "If you have emotions towards Comrade Regis, it is allowed, but it should not affect your work, and you must learn to be strict with yourself."
Geralt was stunned and didn't realize it until they set off.
"That's not right. Why did you educate me?"