Chapter 420: 419 bleeding

Chapter 420: 419 bleeding

Chapter 420 419. Bleeding

My apologies again, Regis.

As Lan En said this, he led Poppy and followed Regis, walking forward through the large tombstones.

But I have to say that the appearance of a barber doctor in this large cemetery is indeed a bit beyond my expectations.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

At this time, the full moon has risen high in the sky. What was originally a dim yellow mist illuminated by the rays of the setting sun has now turned into a cold white color.

Poppy was stimulated by the smell of sage on Regis's body, and now he was a little reluctant to follow. So Lan En could only struggle with the mount.

He doesnt want to use the [Yaxsi Sign] at this time. Again, the aura of magic can frighten 99% of the people in this world.

Arent you afraid of ghouls, or tomb banshees? Those things are very fond of cemeteries.

Lan En asked curiously.

Although Regis is dressed like a country tax collector, his unhurried tone and exquisite grammar suggest that he comes from a noble family with a long history.

"Don't worry about it, sir. This cemetery has a history of more than five hundred years. Ghouls and tomb banshees are never picky eaters, but they are also carnivores. A pile of bones that have been there for more than five hundred years will not attract them. They. So there are countless tombstones here, but there are no monsters."

Oh. Lan En smiled slightly awkwardly. "I'm really not familiar with this place."

Actually, he should have been able to smell it when he first entered the cemetery and whether there were any scavenging monsters nearby.

But the herbal smell on Regis was too strange and too strong.

It is almost impossible to smell anything else around him.

At first, Lan En thought that his herbal smell was probably to cover up the smell of corpses.

The witcher thought that the barber doctor was a pioneer in that kind of industry.

In the ignorant era of medicine, the profession of doctors was often performed concurrently by barbers.

Because they also use knives to cut people, but they don't make people unable to get up like butchers. This skill of playing with knives is the basis for their wide recognition as doctors.

In the process of pursuing human medicine, there are always subjects for experimentation and learning, that is, corpses.

In the early London and Paris of Lane's home world, most of the stolen goods from corpse robberies would be sold to these barber doctors for research.

But when he walked into the cemetery, Lan En immediately discovered that it was indeed as Regis said: it had been a cemetery for more than five hundred years.

Ah, of course, please do so. Things inside dont have to be heated all the time.

Regis said quickly. While talking, as the owner of the cabin, he also took the initiative to help Lan En remove the small stove.

So the witcher was able to prepare a hot meal of his own.

Regis gave him an iron pot, and Lann scooped a pot of water from the spring next to the house.

Then put your own special dry food into the water, put it on the stove, and wait for the hard lumps containing ceramic compounds to soften and turn into porridge.

Regis seemed to be a very hospitable man. He not only worked with Lann, but also added fuel to the stove for him.

Huh, as you can see. After the two of them got busy, Regis let out a breath and sat on the ground with his hands spread out.

My own bed has also been given over to medicinal herbs, and I usually sleep on the floor. Do you mind if the room where you sleep is filled with the smell of medicinal herbs?

"Nothing. A person who travels far away can have a shelter from the wind. What else can I ask for? Thank you again for the invitation, Regis."

Youre welcome, if you turn a blind eye to the people in need when you go out, you deserve to be struck by lightning.

The flame in the stove is the only source of light in this room.

When the pot of boiling water was pressed on the stove, the light and shadow of the flame swayed and dimmed.

Lan En was playing with the iron pot, but he seemed to be scratched by a gap caused by poor preservation of the iron pot, and he suddenly pulled back his hand.

Regis's eyes flashed: "Ah, please be careful. This pot is quite old. Except for the bottom of the pot, it is probably broken. Do you need a bandage?"

With that said, Regis was about to get up and go over.

But Lan En waved his hand.

The blood spilled onto the ground as he waved his hand, and several bright red dots appeared.

"No, it's nothing, Regis. There's one thing I want to know more than this small hole."

"What?"

Regiss shining eyes lowered at this question.

Lan En whispered his question: "How long has it been since you sucked blood?"

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