"Your hiring?"
Belengar swallowed the last sip of from the potion bottle and looked at Lann strangely.
"I don't doubt that you're rich now, but... hadn't you already refused once to fight alongside me?"
As he said this, Belengar's tone was not intense.
He admitted to himself that he was a Demon Hunter who wanted to escape battle.
He accepted this about himself and naturally could accept others' similar evaluation of him.
"My mind hasn't changed; I won't fight with you. But my hiring isn't for battle."
Lann's words piqued Belengar's interest.
"How so?"
"Teach me how to be a Demon Hunter, Belengar."
"Cough... cough!"
Belengar, hearing this, choked on the liquid that hadn't been fully swallowed, sending it down the wrong pipe.
You want me to teach you?
Teach you what? How to prepare for injuries when targeted by a few crossbow arrows?
"Well... uh... is there anything left to learn for a Demon Hunter?"
Belengar tried to speak as tactfully as possible.
