Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 350. 349. Dream Puppet Old Man
Gascoigne left, along the uncovered and unguarded canal outside his window.

Today's sunshine is good, but it seems that the traces of hunting last night have not been cleaned up, so there are few Yanan people walking on the road.

And just these few people had an indelible look of anxiety and panic on their faces.

In their arms were the daily necessities and incense they had just bought, and then hurriedly rushed to the next target.

Lan En took a last look at the scene on the street through the crack of the door that was about to close.

The atmosphere of anxiety and panic in this city has become so intense that it makes people tired, and there is no time to cover it up.

"Lan En, thank you for your hard work, you can go to rest."

With a duster in hand, Viola, who had just finished sweeping the dust, smiled and said to Lan En.

"I'll call you if there's anything to do. Don't worry, Gascoigne will sleep and rest in the morning after the night of the hunt, and the children and I will be quiet. You'll sleep well."

As the hunter's wife, the Viola family has adjusted their work and rest habits for this job.

Lan En looked at the two little girls who were still playing quietly, and nodded slightly.

"I'm going to rest, Mrs. Viola. Whatever happened, please wake me up when Gascoigne returns."

"Of course, you agreed, didn't you?"

Viola agreed easily.

Lan En turned and entered the guest room, he leaned on the head of the bed with the Lake Lady's sword, and the person was lying on the bed.

On the reassuring, soapy smell of the bed, he began to feel drowsy.

"This isn't right, Mentos? I'm getting tired so fast."

"Sir? I can't check anything, this"

The intelligent voice of the biological intelligence brain seems more and more distant in my mind.

Lan En's consciousness fell into a deep sleep, as if he had sunk into the deep sea.

I don't know how long it took, a faint scent of flowers lingered at the tip of his nose.

He woke up from a daze.

The first thing I noticed was not the bedding that smelled like soap, but the hard stone bricks.

Lan En propped himself up from the ground cautiously, looking at the scene in front of him in a daze.

This is not a guest room in Gascoigne's house, but a garden in front of a small church?Or a cemetery?

There are a few white unknown flowers on the ground, and on the corners of this small courtyard, there are tombstones of different shapes.

Lan En wasn't sure whether the only building in front of him was a church. From the appearance, it was indeed a small church.

But looking in through the opening from the outside, it doesn't look like there are prayer utensils inside, but more like a handicraft workshop.

The moon in the sky is just like last night's hunting night, bright and close.The phases of the moon appear unusual.

someone is watching me?
Lan En frowned at the sudden feeling.

But when he looked to the side according to his feeling, what he saw was... a puppet?
A doll that looks like a girl.

Lan En felt that the scene was even more abnormal.

Why do I feel like a doll is looking at me?

Although the puppet is unusually realistic.

She sat at the foot of the chapel steps, slender and pale.

She was dressed like a maid in the Victorian era, with white lace cuffs, a cape-like shawl, a long skirt that reached her ankles, and calfskin boots underneath.

Over the pale hair, there are turban hats for the maids to wear at work.

But unlike the black and white attires of the maids, her clothes are blood red and brown black.

Lan En paced over and got closer to observe the doll.

She is almost a real person in appearance, even her eyelids are like real people.

It's just that the exposed fingers deliberately retain the traditional puppet craftsmanship, using spherical joints.

Lan En feels that if it is not for intentional distinction, then the puppet maker can make the fingers look like real people.

If it wasn't for Lan En's meticulous observation skills, he would probably step forward and try to talk to the puppet.The maker of this doll must have put some paranoid faith into it.

Lan En just observed for a while and then walked directly towards the chapel.

The scene here is indeed similar to what Lan En observed. It is not so much a church as it is a handicraft workshop in the shape of a church.

There are heavy and heavy boxes lying around, and several tables and tools involving different crafts are placed around.

Lan En successfully recognized some of the tools used to strengthen weapons based on his experience playing cards with Fergus and Yuna, but the rest left him confused.

"How did you show up?"

Lan En, who was flipping through the tools, suddenly opened his mouth. He suddenly put down the things in his hands and turned to another door in the room.

"I was quite sure just now that there is no other living person here except me. I am fairly confident in my feelings."

A "squeak" sound of a wheelchair rolling suddenly came from the door facing Lan En.

Very abrupt, not from far to near, as if suddenly appeared at the door.

Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man wearing an old dress and wearing an old tall hat with a fringed edge.

One of his feet has disappeared, and a wooden prosthesis keeps both legs equal in length.

"How did it appear? This question is really strange." The old man lowered his head and said in a deep and slow voice.

"You broke into the garden I was guarding, but you asked me how I appeared."

"The garden you guard? Excuse me, are you a mage, wizard or something?"

Lan En was leaning on the workbench and asked calmly.

He had seen a case in a book where illusion magic was used to build a large fairy tale amusement park. Is this space a similar product of this kind of magic?

"If I make you unhappy, then I can say that I will leave immediately. As long as I leave this illusion, I will also leave Yanan."

"Illusion? Dream? It's almost the same thing. If you think it is, then there's nothing wrong with it."

The old man spoke with a cane in a wheelchair.

"But leave Yanan? Why do you think that after breaking into someone's garden and making them jump, you just have to get out and leave?"

Lan En frowned: "In other words, you want 'compensation'?"

"Not much, not much, hehe." The old man answered with a smile.

His head was lowered, and the brim of his tall hat prevented Lan En from seeing his expression.

"You're a hunter, young man? Nice, energetic and skilled. If you can join the hunt night, it'll be 'reparations', how?"

"The night of the hunt is over, just last night."

"In the past? Haha, it will always come again, it will always come again, Yanan always needs hunting night."

"As long as you participate in the hunting night as a Yanan, you can take and use everything in this workshop, including the puppet at the door."

There was a sense of temptation in the old man's deep and slow words.

"It's not easy for outsiders in Yanan, but as long as you put a little blood into your body, we can make an agreement. You will be a pure Yananite."

"Sounds very tempting." Lan En tilted his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

"But dude, I don't want to be a Yanan, and I'm not interested in dolls, so..."

Lan En didn't finish his words, he just spread his hands.

The old man also sighed. "So, you refuse compensation?"

"Hey, that's really a pity."

"Yes, I feel sorry too."

Lan En's center of gravity sank slightly, his heartbeat began to speed up, and his body temperature began to rise.

Those cat eyes stared at the old man who seemed to be sleeping with his head down.

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