Chapter 423: 422 Sintra

Chapter 423: 422 Sintra

Chapter 423 422. Sintra

The Amer Mountains can be regarded as the north-south boundary in a sense.

During the journey, the high-level vampire used a gentle and magnetic voice to introduce the destination of his trip to the witcher.

"When dividing north and south, in addition to the Yaruga River we are about to arrive, there is also the Amer Mountains. In many books, the meaning of 'north' refers to: from the north of the Amer Mountains to the dragon mountain range. This vast expanse of land in the south.

Vampires are alien races that mistakenly entered this world due to the intersection of the heavens and the earth a long time ago.

But their long lifespans allow these creatures to understand the world better than most native inhabitants.

Regis is currently riding a colorful mare under his butt. The standard and skilled riding posture shows that during long journeys, even high-level vampires prefer to ride horses.

Maybe its to hide himself, or maybe its because it saves energy. Lan En guessed cautiously.

Okay, thank you for the explanation.

Lan En pulled the hood on his head so that his silver hair was completely covered.

Although I have already learned this knowledge before setting off, I would like to thank you again for your teaching.

If I understand correctly, you are saying that I seem to be a bit too good at being a teacher?

Regis thought for a while before reacting.

"No, it's not a problem. If I had as much knowledge as you, I would probably find the opportunity to talk endlessly. After all, it feels pretty good, I understand."

Ah, thank you for your understanding.

Regis twisted his upper body on horseback and bowed grandly to Lan En.

The witcher discovered that this high-level vampire had a desire to perform.

Completely different from the cold vampires he had imagined before.

If we go further, we will enter the country of Sintra.

Cycling in the shade of trees on both sides of the road, thanks to the fact that it didnt rain these days, the road was quite comfortable.

And once the weather gets gloomy, this road that can stir up loess smoke and dust may turn into a potholed mud road in an instant.

"Maybe." Regis smiled gently, "Maybe this is the 'fallacy' that inevitably occurs in the process of knowledge dissemination. After all, for most people, having a book is good."

But fortunately, this world will always correct incorrect knowledge. For example, I met you, a real witcher.

Lan En shook his head indifferently: "Then I am truly honored to help you correct your wrong impression, Regis."

As he said that, the two of them happened to pass by a fairly lively pub.

This pub is not as popular as the "Mermaid Singing" that I just passed by, but it is more lively than the small hotel in the corner of the corner that doesn't even have a light on.

The level of neither upper nor lower is just suitable for the combination of witcher and vampire.

Ill tie up the horse first.

Regis took Poppy's reins and led him and his pied mare towards the stables of the inn.

Lan En nodded and opened the door directly to enter, and walked to the bar of the tavern.

Under the not-so-bright light, the boss, who had just gathered a pile of wine bottles, raised his head and saw an unusually tall hooded man standing in front of him.

But he showed no surprise.

This is Sintra, and there are countless good guys!

A charming man who is loved by everyone in Sintra should at least look like this: his head should touch the roof and his shoulders should reach the door frame! He curses people more fiercely than a dwarf and roars like a buffalo! Day or night, the smell of horses, sweat, and beer was at least thirty paces away.

The guy in front of me is in good shape, but he looks ghostly with the hood on, and he doesn't have the smell of a man at all.

So this is not considered a good man by Sintra's standards.

What do you want?

The tavern owner said coldly.

He habitually wiped his hands with the canvas apron around his waist, then lifted it up and wiped the bar table.

The old grease on the bar has been mixed with dust, turning into a solid layer of black mud.

When the apron brushed against it, Lan En could even feel the considerable stickiness.

Two rooms and two horses to take care of.

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