Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 365 Chapter 364. Intelligence update
Lan En, who finally walked down the stairs of Yousefka Clinic, waved back. On the stairs, the two little girls also said goodbye to him.

"Goodbye, kind hunter."

In Yanan, it seems that the best praise people can give a hunter is to say 'a good hunter'.

When Lan walked out of the Usefka clinic and walked back along the road that brought Gascoigne's family over, he found something that he hadn't noticed before because he was too anxious after climbing the ladder.

One of the security lights outside the window was still on.

The warning light is the Yharnamite on hunting night, showing the hunters that the occupants of the house still have the means to reason.

Glass lamps outside the house can be filled with oil from inside the house and continue to burn. This behavior is enough to prove that the people in the house are normal.

Lan En stepped forward and knocked on the window, thinking that Yusefka's clinic was just a few steps down the stairs not far away, and it would be easy to talk to this person.

But the approaching sound coming from the house was not the sound of normal people walking, but the sound of the wheels of a wheelchair rolling.

"Are you a hunter? The night is so long, but you are the first hunter to come to me for confirmation. Ahem."

The people in the room cast a silhouette of a wheelchair on the curtains under the candlelight.

His voice was old, wheezing and coughing, making it sound labored and unhealthy.

"Hunter, I guess. Sir, do you need care? There is a clinic downstairs. I can send you down. Although it won't be too uncomfortable, I can guarantee it will be fast enough."

Lan En said calmly.

The Yannan people's xenophobia made him admit his identity as a hunter, but the old man in the house seemed to recognize him because of it.

"My name is Gilbert, young gentleman. You, ahem, you are a foreigner, right? Don't worry, I am also a foreigner. After staying in Yanan for a long time, I have become able to recognize it."

After saying that, the voices in the room struggled to joke.

"You must have a great time, right? The enthusiasm of the Yannan people towards their guests is impressive."

"You don't have to worry about me, young gentleman. I have a terminal illness, cough cough."

As he spoke, he coughed hoarsely, and it took him a while to stop.

"The blood therapy in this city bought me time and allowed me to live to my current age, but that's all. I don't know if I can stand up anymore."

His tone in the previous sentence was still carefree and relieved, but in the next sentence he sounded serious advice.

"But you may not have the same luck as me, young gentleman. This city has been cursed, and everything you get here will only harm you. If you are not in deep, you should first consider how to leave."

Lan En suddenly fell silent.

The time of this night was interfered with, although Lan En didn't know whether this interference could control the rift in the sky caused by the surge of chaotic magic from another world.

But even if it can't be affected, he can't let the power of these gods and ghosts in Yanan penetrate.

This is the covenant he made with the lady in the lake.

"It sounds like you've been in Yharnam for a long time, Gilbert. I can't leave now. I have to find out something unusual. Can you give me a clue?"

The old man in the window was silent for a moment, then smiled indifferently.

"Hunter, hunter. Every hunter who comes to Yanan has a desire to realize, and they are persistent. How could I think that I could persuade you to leave?"

After laughing, Gilbert began to respond to Lan En's inquiry. "Yharnam is so unusual, how could there be anything else? There is only blood, the weird blood of the Yharnam people. It is not the first time that they have been tortured by that blood, and this is not the first time such a hunting night has happened. But no one listens, no one will listen to a foreigner, haha, they would rather continue to be drunk in blood."

It's exactly what Lan En thought. No one would think that lycanthropy has nothing to do with blood without the outsiders who grew up in Yanan and received cultural influence.

Did the Healing Church’s [Blood Therapy] establish a medical system for Yanan, or did it establish a disease transmission system?

Lan En has never been against speculating on a mature religion with the greatest malice.

If it is a religion that is primitive, full of humanity, and free of strict dogma, there may still be some warmth left.

But a mature sect that has become a means of rule cannot be clean.

"Old Yharnam. The terrible fire and the terrible night of hunting destroyed the whole of Old Yharnam. Today's Yharnam was newly built in the past few decades. If you want to know more, just You have to go to Old Yanan yourself. Or ask the old hunters who are still alive."

As he spoke, Gilbert started coughing again.

"Not all the people in Yanan are unconscious, ahem. Because the Healing Church sealed the exit of the town on the night when old Yanan was burned down. After they moved into the current Yanan, they were rejected for a while [Blood [Healing]. But that is of no use. The allure of [Blood Healing] and the re-promotion of the Healing Church make personal rejection harmless. Yanan will still become [the home of Blood Healing]."

"That's all, young sir. That's all my rotten brain can remember. Please leave me alone and continue with your business."

Gilbert once again emphasized to Lan that he didn't need to worry about him anymore.

"I am a lucky man. I survived a terminal illness, I escaped from Old Yharnam, and I am even able to die as a human being instead of a beast. There is nothing more I can ask for, young sir."

"This is for you, go and get to work."

The window opened a crack, and an old and pale palm handed out a metal object.

Lane reached out to take it.

This metal object looks like an old-fashioned air-pressure watering can, except for the flashy carved patterns on it that match the characteristics of the times.

The lingering smell of gasoline told Lan that it was a flamethrower.

"Thank you, Gilbert. I wish you... a happy life."

Lan En nodded. He didn't know how to say goodbye to a person who was about to die and accepted the status quo happily.

The old man in the window coughed and smiled.

"Ahem, ah~ That's great. I also wish you a happy life, kind hunter. It's been a while since I heard a greeting without 'bloody', thank you, thank you."

In the room, the sound of the sliding of the wheelchair gradually faded away.

After Lan En put the flamethrower on his hand into the alchemical leather bag, he also pursed his lips and left.

In this never-ending night, people will die.

Whether he wants to find the power to stop time, or find the power that wants to pull him into a dream.

Everything in Yanan must be traced back to [blood] and the origin of [blood therapy].

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(End of this chapter)