"I choose to trust Regis."
Lann and Dilaf stared intently into each other's eyes, motionless.
Any hint of hesitation or rigidity from either would be keenly sensed by the other.
What follows would be doubt, mistrust, and then the conversation would collapse.
Fortunately, neither of them showed any of these suspicious emotions.
Lann emphasized once again.
"I trust Regis's abilities and loyalty to friends, but that has nothing to do with you, high vampire, Mr. Dilaf."
Saying this, Lann stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his cotton armor jacket.
"I think I already know how to deal with you."
Regis stood aside, slightly bowing to him.
However, the posture was more of a casual jest and tease between friends than a ceremonious salute.
Regis wasn't someone to carry airs; his gentle conversation was more impressive than his manners.
"Oh! I'm deeply honored by your trust."
