Bear School Astartes

Chapter 462. Please be kind!

The three of them walked back to the cage in the mine.

Dilaf lay on the ground calmly looking up at Lann.

This cage can’t be opened from the inside, but it’s not difficult from the outside. After all, the dwarves wanted to give Anahad a well-constructed prison to reassure him in dealing with a high vampire.

Lann conveyed the result of their discussion to Dilaf.

"If you agree to meet with Regis and swear to that ancient being after coming out, then we’ll open the cage for you."

Lann sought confirmation from Dilaf.

"Do you agree?"

Regis tightened the strap of his satchel, looking nervously at the cage, and then his eyes shone slightly before he relaxed with a smile, turning to the young man.

"He agreed, Lann."

So Lann didn’t hesitate any longer, ’clicking’ open the latch of the cage.

The cage door, closed for over a hundred years, creaked open slowly.

Once the door was open, Ged, taking the place of the visibly unwell Regis, dragged Dilaf out from inside.

The dwarves had put significant effort into crafting the cage, so Regis felt suppressed even when approaching it.

The Demon Hunter dragged Dilaf out, heading towards the entrance of the mine.

But Ged was surprised to find that once out of the cage, Dilaf didn’t even wait to be dragged to the mine entrance.

The grotesque, horrifying wounds on his body began to regenerate at a visible speed.

The skin torn off his chest was the first to recover, followed by the regrowth and alignment of his jawbone in a tooth-aching ’crunching’ sound.

By the time Dilaf was dragged out of the cave, even his right shoulder blade had regrown.

Blood vessels and muscles above the bones were still writhing and twitching, and it seemed it wouldn’t be long until he regrew the entire lost right arm.

Seeing such an absurd recovery rate for the first time, Ged couldn’t help but gape and release his grip on Dilaf’s body.

Fortunately, by this point, Dilaf had regained his ability to stand, stumbling slightly but quickly steadying himself.

"My goodness!"

Ged clicked his tongue in surprise, as if it was the only way to express his shock.

Finally, presented before everyone was a man with black hair and eyes, with a square face, deep air, and an aura of authority.

His brows were furrowed, but that seemed to be his normal expression, rather than anger and resentment from being locked up for a century.

With a ’whoosh,’ Lann took out some casual clothes from the Alchemy Pouch and threw them over, which Dilaf caught effortlessly.

His right forearm had now half-regenerated.

"Actually, you don’t need to worry about me seeking revenge on the dwarves."

This was the first time the three heard Dilaf speaking with his vocal cords, his voice matching his appearance, being a magnetic, calm baritone.

He donned the clothes while looking at Lann.

"I know I killed many people; this is deserved punishment. But at the time, the fury... I can only say I couldn’t control it."

Lann leaned against the mine door, arms crossed over his chest, watching him calmly.

"I’m not saying you were wrong to kill. If I were you, I’d kill too. But couldn’t you at least exercise some restraint?"

"I just hope the century of imprisonment has taught you some lessons. For a creature like you, is it so hard to target only key adversaries without broad collateral?"

Dilaf remained silent for a while.

"...The person who chopped me up back then didn’t reason with me like this. He was cold as ice from start to finish."

Lann waved a hand: "If we were like Anahad, you wouldn’t be getting out of the cage now."

"Anyway, you’ll stick to the agreement and go with Regis to make the vow, right?"

Dilaf nodded without hesitation.

"I will. Thank you, Regis. I owe you a big favor."

"It’s nothing; helping you makes me happy."

Regis also offered a friendly smile.

With this matter settled, Lann took the lead to walk out of the mountain hollow.

The guided powers of the mountains would return to normal as the ceremonial items decayed and weathered. Meanwhile, the bodies of bloodthirsty creatures killed by Regis began to emit the smell of rancid monster blood.

However, Ged was delayed for quite some time at the end.

This guy meticulously stripped the corpses of those bloodthirsty creatures, choosing the fiercest-looking head as a trophy to potentially boost his business’s profits in the future.

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That night, the two Demon Hunters and the two high vampires had to spend the night outdoors in the Amel Mountains.

Although Regis had to take Dilaf to make an oath before an ancient being, there was no rush.

This barber and healer found being around Lann particularly interesting. He had met people who adhered to their own inner principles, but he had never seen someone who shaped their inner principles like this.

He felt he was vaguely touching on Lann’s novel value systems and morals, like experiencing a mystery novel, making him in no hurry to part ways.

Lann was somewhat aware of this but didn’t mind displaying his thoughts, remaining consistently calm.

At that moment, Dilaf was being taken care of by Regis, outwardly looking no different from a normal person.

But from a high vampire’s perspective, he was quite weak.

Even drinking blood was futile; blood, for high vampires, was merely akin to fine wine.

It satisfied cravings and provided pleasure.

But the ’medicinal value’ and ’nutritional value’ were indeed low.

As for Ged.

Lann could naturally interact with high vampires knowingly, but he was different from typical Demon Hunters.

He knew clearly that in the future, he could defeat creatures like high vampires, and this ’future’ wouldn’t be far off.

But Ged was merely a typical Demon Hunter, whose indifference during the day was more due to urgent circumstances and insufficient attention, so now...

"Hey, Lann!" Over by the campfire where the four sat, Ged suddenly shouted, secretly glancing at the two vampires.

"Why don’t you use your brace and hunt us a deer or wild boar ahead? I’m tired of the dwarves’ salty jerky! I want some real meat to change the taste. Regis, what about you?"

"Sorry, what did you say?" The vampire looked up by the campfire. He had been checking Dilaf’s regeneration just now.

"I’m talking about meat!" Ged emphasized, "I’m urging Lann to find some real meat! Would you like some too, Regis? And our new friend here?"

"Of course I would."

"And blood. How about some fresh blood?"

"Blood?" Regis swallowed hard, "Never mind, I’ll pass on the blood. Don’t mind me if you’re interested."

The atmosphere by the campfire suddenly turned somber and awkward.

"I understand what you mean, Ged," Regis slowly said, "so let me ease your doubts. I am a vampire, but I don’t drink blood. When I first met Lann, I explained it to him, and now I can explain it to you again."

The silence was as heavy as lead, and Ged lacked Lann’s innate, almost gifted, presence control.

But he tried hard to salvage it, though unfortunately, for someone insufficiently skilled, efforts would only backfire.

"You definitely misunderstood me," he pretended to play it cool, "I didn’t mean..."

"I don’t drink blood," Regis interrupted him, "I gave it up many years ago."

"What do you mean by ’gave up’?"

"The literal meaning."

"Honestly, I don’t understand..."

"Please forgive me. It’s personal."

"But..."

"Ged." After watching for a long time from the side, Lann finally couldn’t help but cover his face and speak.

"What Regis meant is for you to shut up; he just worded it politely, okay?! Why don’t you do us a favor and change the topic?"