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"Don't worry, Geralt."

He Shenyan was still shaking the wine glass, and the red liquor of Averus was swaying in it, like some kind of red liquid. He casually persuaded the witcher to sit down, then made a gesture for Regis, who was sitting beside him, to calm down.

"This gentleman is a vampire, but he hasn't had blood in a long time. Am I right, Mr. Regis?"

Regis' pale hands gripped the straps of his satchel tightly. As the owner of that bottle of Everest, he shared it selflessly, but he didn't drink a drop. At this moment, facing He Shenyan's question, he just showed an embarrassed smile.

"Excuse me, Mr. He, I don't understand what you're talking about... vampires? You mean in that kind of story—"

"—Well, just treat vampires as creatures in the story."

The mage interrupted him, raised the wine glass high, and drank it all. His nonchalant performance calmed Regis, who had been in a tense state just now. He relaxed his tense shoulders and sighed abruptly.

"...How did you find out?" the herbal-smelling vampire asked with a wry smile.

"A little personal approach." He Shenyan also replied with a smile. "That's a good bottle of wine, Mr. Regis. So I won't ask more, like why you're wandering in the wilderness alone."

"Like I said," Registan spread his hands openly. "I gave the village chief's daughter the wrong medicine... Well, to be honest, I think that house stinks more than a pigsty after she sprayed."

......

The night air is terribly cold, especially in the forest. The bonfire and the witcher's physique would dissipate part of Geralt's chill, which had nothing to do with climate or time. That's the way it is in the forest, and he's smiling happily nonetheless.

Geralt has to admit one thing - this vampire named Regis is indeed a very humorous guy.

"...Yes, that's it."

The vampire waved his hands and showed a gesture of showing his teeth and claws: "In my long life, I have seen many women. Some are beautiful, some are ugly. Later I realized that appearance is actually deceptive. For example The wife of the college professor in Osenfurt, she is very beautiful, but her personality... Anyway, that professor came to me to buy medicine, and her face was all blue."

"At first, I thought he was beaten up by someone—a hooligan or something. It turned out that he was a college professor, and I thought no hooligans would have any trouble finding a college professor in Ossenfurt. So I asked, and he told me embarrassingly that he was beaten by his wife."

"I was taken aback."

Regis said earnestly: "It's common for a wife to beat her man, but it doesn't usually happen to a college professor. My curiosity arose, so that night, I secretly followed the man. Professor. When he got home, he took the elixir that he bought from me and tried to make his injury a little better. As soon as he entered the door, his wife came to him several times with a broom covering her face. "

"The professor was very aggrieved and shouted: Why are you hitting me again? I didn't get home before eight o'clock today!"

"His wife was even more aggrieved than him. She beat him with a broom and shouted: You came back so late, I didn't even have dinner!"

"Honestly, gentlemen. That lady is really beautiful. She has blue eyes, and she's so beautiful when she's crying. But the strength of her hands..." The vampire shuddered. . "I don't understand now why she can beat her husband like that for such a trivial matter."

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The next day, Regis decided to join them on the tour. Geralt was surprised by his decision, he thought it was just a chance encounter, but the vampires had a different opinion.

"I am a high-level vampire, and I believe you both can see it. My life is indeed very long, even immortal. But I rarely meet like-minded people, especially like you two gentlemen who can get along with each other. The person I talk to all night. Isn't there an old saying? A friend who can talk all night is better than a dozen friends in wine and meat."

After learning that Geralt's destination on this trip was Vizima, the vampire seemed even more happy.

"I have an old friend there," he said. "A lady who doesn't kill anyone, although she's not completely blood-addicted like me."

"Also a high-level vampire?"

"Yes."

Geralt shuddered: "This may be the first time I feel that the books in Kyle Morhen are wrong. What do you mean by 'the number of high-level vampires is very small'? How do I feel that you are completely hidden among humans?"

"Actually, she and I should be the exception." Regis shrugged. "As for me, I prefer to wander between the countryside and occasionally live in the city for a while. She is different. She has been running a brothel in Vizima for more than a hundred years. Every ten years , it will change its appearance.”

He Shenyan saw Geralt's eyes light up.

"Would you mind talking to me about this... your friend's shop?" he asked impatiently.

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Another two months passed, and the time they spent on the road was unimaginably long. This also roughly explains why the merchants of this era would rather risk such a great risk and choose to do long-distance trade. There is no other reason, and the benefits are too great.

Regis, a high-level vampire, obviously has a lot of savings in his hand. He basically doesn't spend much money, so he specially spent a hundred gold coins to pick a very good horse, which made Geralt envious. In the past two months, Geralt has had few opportunities to accept commissions, the road has been peaceful, and the witcher is happy to relax.

They entered through the Ropemaker's Gate in Vizima, and it was mid-afternoon, when the merchants had long since closed their doors. Located in the south, the climate in Vizima is quite hot, and people here will never do business with their doors open on an August afternoon. As for now, most of them spend their time in taverns.

"So, I'm going to catch up with an old friend. Geralt, are you coming?" Regis pointed to the road leading to the trade area. "Her shop should be there, I remember it's called the Night House."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Geralt declined his invitation. This made He Shenyan raise his head in surprise. He didn't expect that Geralt actually chose to keep himself clean-of course, it could also be because he was too tired... Is it possible?

He Shenyan looked at him suspiciously, which made the witcher rather unhappy.

"Don't look at me like that, **** it, why are you both looking so surprised?" He rolled over and dismounted, tidying up his clothes, not even letting go of his hair. "As I said, I've quit! I'm never going to a brothel again, just wait and see!"

Regis looked at him, then at the judge, and suddenly asked, "I suddenly thought of a joke, He, do you want to hear it?"

"Of course, Regis, your sense of humour is better than mine."

"Ha, then, listen up."

Regis cleared his throat. "A witcher said he'd never go to a brothel again... what do you think?"

He Shenyan raised the corner of his mouth: "This is simply the best joke I've ever heard."

"Ha, ha, ha." Geralt stood on the ground deadpan and applauded them. "It's really funny, well, excuse me, gentlemen, I still have someone to see."

As they watched him go, Regis asked, "How about you? What? Where are you going?"

"I have my own place, Regis. Don't worry." He Shenyan replied. "See you in a few days."

"See you in a few days."

They broke up and said goodbye to each other. He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at the sun hanging in the air, his mood suddenly improved. In fact, the decision to go to Vizima wasn't a one-and-a-half-minute decision, but one that he had discussed with the witcher before the trip.

Geralt was going to come here to find Triss Merigold, to meet his lover again, for a while. As for He Shenyan, he came here to find his apprentice.

Andrea.

The daughter of an innkeeper, as the first apprentice he accepted as an irresponsible teacher in this world, He Shenyan felt that he still had to check her learning achievements.

He rode his horse and walked towards the temple area. The last time I came here was in 1250. He dealt with some other world things here, got acquainted with Seyani, and was dragged to the bottom of the water by the lecherous lake fairy to sleep for a night. And Geralt killed a monster possessed by something from the Otherworld at the Rebidao Hospital here.

Good fight.

There are many poor people begging on the street. Their clothes are ragged, some even lack arms or legs, their faces are yellow and their muscles are thin, and they are very dirty. The stench hovered over the street, and even by medieval standards, the street was not considered 'clean'.

But what more could you ask for?

This is Vizima's Shrine District—readers, welcome here. Every corner here breeds beggars, sins and darkness, suspicious people and poor people everywhere. You can find all kinds of entertainment projects at the bottom of the society, cockfighting, black boxing, casinos and even the most dangerous gladiatorial projects.

If He Shenyan was to describe it, he felt that this was a medieval version of Gotham without superpower criminals.

Funny, my apprentice, what are you doing here?

He rode past one intersection, and at the next one stood a brand new building. That was the San Rebidao Hospital, it looks like it was rebuilt after that disaster.

The brand new white exterior is spotless, which is almost impossible in such an environment. And He Shenyan smelled the breath of magic. The method of casting spells is not very clever, but it is extremely practical.

The caster is obviously a pragmatist. With the automatic magic circle, any stains will be converted into one of the energy consumed by maintaining the magic circle.

The black-robed mage dismounted, and his dark horse turned into a light spot and disappeared in an instant. In front of the crowded hospital, no one noticed it.

The crowds were still crowded with each other and noisy. Pregnant women with no money, toothless beggars, sick poor people...they crowded into the square in front of the hospital, surrounded by water, and the pungent odors were mixed up into the sky.

He Shenyan walked forward, the crowd naturally separated beside him. They didn't notice him, but they instinctively felt in their minds to avoid someone, and the noise was silent for a moment, then it sounded again. At this time, He Shenyan had come to the front of the hospital.

The door was open, and there were many patients moaning inside, and some nurses in white came and went with the priests of Goddess Meritelli, with busy footsteps. He entered it calmly, looked up, his figure dissipated in an instant, reappeared, and he had reached the third floor of the hospital.

It looks like an intensive ward area. The 'battle situation' is more than twice as busy as the lobby on the first floor? He could not see the walking nurses, only the running nurses. He Shenyan walked in the bright white corridor, listened carefully, and heard the voice of his apprentice.

biquge.name

Her tone was not very ladylike.

"Listen, Captain Rupert, if you don't take care of your own body like this, then our cooperation will end here, one shot and two break up! Do you understand? The tutor is on, UU reading www.uukanshu. com I'm going to be so mad at you! I said half a month ago that you can't patrol while you're injured, why don't you always listen?!"

Andrea sounded like she was screaming, she was really angry. And the Captain Rupert in her words answered her in a submissive manner.

"Uh, dear Ms. Andrea, please don't get angry. We can't do anything about it. There are only so many local city guards, and there are only fifty people in the temple area. We have to take charge of such a large area, and injuries are inevitable.. …”

"Don't bother me with this kind of bullshit, Captain Rupert! Wounded guards are sick, do you understand that? I don't care if they're voluntary or forced, and anyone who's injured or has limited mobility will not be allowed to go any further. Patrol, understand what I say, Mr. Captain! Otherwise, you will wait to pay next time!"

Captain Rupert spoke softly and softly again, and this managed to dissipate her fire. Then, He Shenyan heard the sound of high heels leaving, and the captain's low sigh. He turned silently down the hallway and came behind him.

"Excuse me, Captain Rupert."

The captain of the guard was startled, turned around, and looked at the strange, handsome oriental man with suspicion: "...you are? Well, sir, you look like a mage. Then I'll just straight up Having said that, Madam Andrea just kicked out a warlock who wanted to pursue her half a month ago, so please don't do anything irrational."

"Is there such a thing?" He Shenyan asked calmly. "Um...interesting, let's talk about what Ms. Andrea is doing in the hospital, shall we?"

A blue light was reflected in the green eyes of the captain of the guard, and his expression became stunned: "...Okay, okay."