The night wind whistles, and the thick fog squirms in the darkness.

Lambert withdrew his feet behind the Vampire Banshee, but the sword was still on her neck, and a shaking wrist could cut off a beautiful head.

Although he did not think he could threaten her master with a vassal.

"For basic etiquette, shouldn't you introduce yourself before sending an invitation? For example, I, Lambert, the Wolf School, comes from the Brotherhood of the Witcher."

The man and woman were stunned when they heard the unheard of the organization in their words, and then smiled calmly.

"She is Natanis, the operator of a time-honored tavern. The sister of a naughty girl under your sword, and the most beautiful woman in the world." The man looked at the woman with black eyes under his white eyebrows, without hiding his admiration, and the woman stared at her gently.

"A high-level vampire who runs a tavern, such an outstanding beauty..." Lambert said suddenly, Roy mentioned this to him, "As far as I know, only the boss lady of the Queen's House of Vigima Night."

The woman in the red dress smiled and bowed her knees and gave him a lady's greeting, standing gentle.

"Your Excellency is good and polite. Unlike other witch hunters who ask us blood-sucking monsters and bats in human skins when they meet, I start to admire you."

"As for me, there is nothing to hide, Emil Regis Gaudifoy..."

He patted the linen pockets on his black robe, and the fresh herbal smell came to his face.

"A barber doctor from Dillingen who has been living in the countryside for many years. To be honest, Fen Kahn, this elves cemetery has been under the custody of my companions and me for more than a hundred years. A year ago, I would open the door to welcome you to taste the newly brewed Mandela distilled liquor."

He spoke gently and had a reasonable attitude, and his approachable magic was emitting all over his body, which was incompatible with the vampire banshee who had launched a group of bats that had launched a surprise attack and waving a pair of sharp claws. He seemed to be just an ordinary good man.

Even the pendant around Lambert's neck remained motionless and he had no reaction to him.

"We can talk about alchemy, pharmacy, environmental ecology, and witch hunters are mostly experts in this field. I am happy to share my experience with you."

“But not now…”

Amir Regis apologized for spreading his hands, slightly heaviering his tone.

"You, such a large group of people wearing armor and holding long swords, came noisy and unstoppable. They broke into this private territory, which really caused us great trouble and almost ruined the big thing. As a warning and a small punishment-"

He paused and suddenly waved his hand casually.

See the moon when clearing the clouds.

The gloomy mist around dissipated, and the starlight illuminated the world again.

The collapsed stone pillars and dense green shade in the ruins were filled with soldiers. They closed their eyes and slept peacefully.

The Lorraine Knight lying on the thigh of a subordinate even snored like thunder, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, probably a beautiful dream.

Lambert's eyes turned and counted roughly. One hundred companions were actually a lot. Even the unlucky guy who was bitten by a bat before received proper treatment and his face returned to normal.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In his past cognition.

The power of high-level vampires is beyond imagination. They regard mortals as ants, and they can kill a large piece with just one move of their fingers.

A high-sucking organization called the cage school even directly raises humans as delicious food, which is the same as a farmer setting up a livestock.

Mortals don’t care whether they die or live.

But there are always some aliens in each group.

Lambert thought to himself.

Leona, Regis, is by no means an ordinary high-level vampire, they seem to be more human!

It is not ruled out that possibility. They are old foxes who are hidden and want to solve the problem without bloodshed.

Lambert pretended to make his sharp eyes softer.

Regis nodded,

"Don't worry, they are all normal. They sleep for one night, have a few beautiful dreams, forget a memory that is irrelevant and troubled, and they can leave here safely."

"Of course, they will subconsciously stay away from Fin Kahn in the future to avoid repeating the same mistakes. The same is true for this lady."

The Queen of Night patted her smooth palm.

Tris lowered his head and walked closer to the witch hunter in a daze.

"As you can see, we can easily take the lives of this group of people. But we don't, and one of the important reasons is to show you sincerity!" Natanis crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and his magnetic voice drilled into Lambert's mind.

The witch hunter smiled slightly, and as a gift, he decisively took back the sword on the vampire's neck.

The seriously injured and disabled banshee swung the half-grown pink and tender arm support, supported her body, stumbled towards the Queen of Night, hugged her fleshy calf, like a daughter who was wronged and sought comfort from her parents.

The Queen of Night gently stroked her black hair and covered her ears for a few words. Then she turned into a red-eyed bat and flew toward the tomb not far away.

"I admire you more. This is a perfect beginning." Regis smiled with relief when he saw this. "I like to understand and help each other. I hate unnecessary fighting and killing. Although the other two companions have proposed a more secure and unprovoked method, I think that is too much."

Lambert's heart sank. Is this a warning? There are two high-level vampires hiding in the shadows?

Facing four legendary monsters, he has no chance of winning.

I can only try my best to mediate and wait for reinforcements.

"Now we just need to get closer to each other, and today's accident will come to an end happily." Regis's tone was full of emotion and infectiousness.

Lambert bent down slightly and took a look at the ears.

"It's very simple, put your sword back into the sheath, take a deep breath, and completely relax your body and mind. Please forgive me, because the group of witch hunters has undergone special training, it's much harder to perfectly hypnotize you than to hypnotize a sorcerer."

"But I promise that as long as you cooperate, there will be no harm. After hypnosis, you will only forget all the memories tonight, about Finkahn, and who we are."

Lambert glanced at the bloody sword in his hand, and the silver-blade face showed his dim face and sneered.

What's the difference between doing this and automatically putting your neck into a noose?

The barber saw his attitude and began to state in a passionate tone like a speech.

"I, Regis, have been in the blood of innocent humans for more than three hundred years. In my opinion, the desire for killing and the indulgence of blood addiction are a manifestation of low-level and immature."

Blood is not a necessity for hypersucking, and they can eat the same food as humans.

"I appreciate your science and technology, poetry and music, and innovations in all walks of life. I am happy to help the desperate human beings and give you a chance."

"In fact, our group is not much different from humans, elves, dwarves, witch hunters and other intelligent creatures, at least from the mental level. You can trust me, just like trusting a person of the same kind."

"I swear with the blood of Galansha, and there is no false statement just now."

Regis raised his long, hard-lined chin, like a proud nobleman.

The Queen of Night beside him echoed softly,

"In the past two hundred years, I have never forced any human being to offer blood. Everything is based on your love and my wishes. My tavern, my sisters bring happiness to our customers, and they give us a little blood that is insignificant and non-damaging to health."

“I never intended to abandon principles and credibility, and today the same is true.”

Her voice changed,

"We understand that you have been invading recklessly. Should you pay some price and make a sacrifice?"

The woman took a step forward, and her red hair danced with the night wind, brushing across her pale and delicate cheeks, her petal-like red lips, her thin red skirt pressed against her body, and her hot curves were visible.

Beautiful and incredible.

A normal man can't refuse her.

Except for the witch hunter.

Lambert felt weird.

These two aliens seem to have been completely secularized.

He could use force to subdue him, but he chose to make a long speech and persuasion.

Lambert decided to wield the stick of truth for a tooth, and as his eyes turned, he racked his brains to recall Dandrien's famous sayings.

"I know two monsters who are not indiscriminately killing innocent people,"

"I can trust you as witch hunters, so please put yourself in my shoes. When you meet for the first time, you ask the other party to give trust without reservation and hand over your life to you. Is this common sense?"

“I have a more modest proposal.”

Lambert's eyes swept over the sorcerer and the sleeping soldiers.

"I will take them away immediately and never return thereafter, and will keep the matter strictly confidential until death. I swear in the reputation of the Wolf-sected Demon Hunter, if I swear, I will sink to hell forever."

He returned the original words,

"Would you two trust me?"

The night wind suddenly stopped, and even the rustling insects disappeared completely.

The ruins are so quiet.

Regis and the Queen of Night fell into a long silence.

The demon hunter quietly put his hand on the special alchemy bag on his chest and pasted it with the bottle of life-saving medicine.

"Sorry, this is a difficult decision. If it were just me and Natanis, what's wrong with promises you." After a long time, Regis sighed and took the woman beside him to step further. A common step appeared behind him, but a afterimage never dispersed for a long time.

"But the two of them are really irritable and impulsive. If they know your proposal, the result will only be worse."

In the words of regret, the air becomes depressing and breathless.

The moon and stars both hide in the depths of the night sky.
To be continued...