"Once again, my apologies, Regis."
Lann said as he led Bopai, following behind Regis and walking through a vast array of tombstones.
"But I must say, a barber-surgeon appearing in this large cemetery was indeed beyond my expectations."
At this moment, the full moon had risen high in the sky, and the fog that was originally tinted yellow by the setting sun's glow had now turned a cold white.
Bopai was agitated by the sagebrush scent from Regis, now somewhat reluctant to follow. So, Lann had no choice but to struggle with his mount.
He didn't want to use the [Yakxi Rune] at this time. As always, the brilliance of magic could scare away ninety-nine percent of the world's people.
"Aren't you afraid of ghouls or tomb banshees or anything? Those things are quite fond of cemeteries."
Lann asked curiously.
Though Regis was dressed like a countryside tax collector, his unhurried tone and refined grammar suggested he was of noble descent with a long history.
