Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 381
"call!"

Lan En opened his eyes suddenly, took a breath, and removed his palms from the huge, deformed and broken skull.

He looked at the skull that no longer emitted light in surprise.

Just now, the moment it touched the skull, he seemed to have entered a [deep memory dive] state and saw a brief memory.

It was a conversation between a young man and an old man sitting in a rocking chair with his back to him.

The old man was dressed in complicated and gorgeous clothes and seemed to have a high status. He was called 'Master William' by the young people.

The young man seemed to be bidding farewell to his teacher as an academic betrayer.

Master William no longer seemed to care much about this kind of betrayal. His tone was erratic and meaningless. It seemed that he had been betrayed so many times that he was used to it.

Only at the end, the former teacher and student reread their ancient teachings together for the last time.

"We were born from the blood of the ancient gods, grew up in the blood of the ancient gods, and will eventually end in the blood of the ancient gods. Our vision is not broad enough."

"Fear the blood of the ancient gods."*2
After the students and teachers uttered the last motto in unison, the young man's footsteps gradually faded away, and finally the door was closed, leaving only the old man rocking on his rocking chair.

He murmured: "Swear to God, Lawrence fears the blood of the ancient gods."

The memory ends here.

"Lawrence?" Lan En looked at the palm that had just touched the deformed skull, and his fingers were rubbing each other, as if he was still recalling the feel of the bones.

"The skull belongs to Lawrence, and the founder of the Healing Church also turned into a beast. And the Master William who was betrayed by him"

The witcher recalled Amelia's final moments of consciousness as she lay dying.

This, she says, is 'a motto that has been handed down since the days of Byron Weiss'.

"The Healing Church has inherited the ancient teachings of Byron Weiss as its motto. Master William should be a scholar of Byron Weiss, and even an academic leader."

Lan En guessed this.

Academic disputes are mild in the eyes of those who have not been exposed to them.

But in fact, the ruthlessness and determination in it are not lost at all in the struggle for power.

Because the right to speak academically and have academic authority is itself a huge power.

In the cunning and blood-loving Yharnam, Lan En believed that this kind of academic dispute would be even more difficult to describe.

Master William does not seem to recommend the use of the blood of ancient gods, so what is his academic philosophy?

The witcher thought for a while in the silent church hall, but the information and understanding were ultimately too little.

The current situation of the Yanan region is closely related to their history. This is a profound and ancient land. How much can a foreigner know?
While thinking about this, Lan En suddenly had a strange feeling.

He felt that his vision suddenly had an abnormal light and shadow misalignment, and after a moment of confusion, everything returned to its original state.

But it's not just 'as it is'. He feels like he can 'see' more things that he didn't pay attention to before, or couldn't notice at all.

This sudden sensory change made him uncontrollably dizzy for a short while.

But strangely, he didn't feel dangerous about it, or activated his inner sense of vigilance.

He had an inexplicable feeling that the world in his eyes now was more 'real' than ever before.

It was as if he was using his witcher senses for the first time after passing the Trial of Green Grass.

".What are you doing?" Lan En rubbed his temples with his fingers, looking confused.

He made sure that he did not inject Yanan's strange blood into his body, and even accurately avoided direct contact with the monster's blood during the battle.

Don't eat anything you shouldn't eat, don't drink water you shouldn't drink.

As for doing something strange, it was just touching the skull of Lawrence in animal form.

"Mentos, do you have an idea?"

Lan En, who checked his actions and found that there was no abnormality at all, asked the biological brain that monitors his body data at all times.

But the biological brain, which has always been clear and coherent, actually expressed a sense of uncertainty in its intelligent voice at this time.

"This is a strange phenomenon, sir."

Mentos spoke hesitantly, and Lan felt that it was checking itself over and over again.

"My computing power has not been unlocked, but how can I say that the algorithm has been optimized? My computing speed has increased. And your feeling is correct. I do have an extra sensory data here in addition to your five senses."

"This data flow is like you had some kind of surgery in the People's Union to connect the sensory system to an external device, but you haven't had any changes at all recently?"

Not even Mentos has its head in the clear, it can only make summary statements about the current situation.

"So far, it's a good thing. Your senses are heightened in a way."

"Yes, I have been promoted. I can feel things that I couldn't detect before. Just like now, I always feel that something is whispering in the dark shadows."

"Insight." Mentos said suddenly: "I call this new ability [Insight]. We don't know yet whether this thing is good or bad. It would be great if we could ask someone who knows. Whether we are trying to find a way to get rid of this ability or use it, there will always be a direction. It's not like now, where the two of us are just guessing like headless chickens."

"I agree with this statement." Lan En lowered his fingers from his temples and nodded.

His left hand habitually rested on the scabbard on his left waist.

But unlike before, when he touched the Lake Lady's Sword, he felt as if he had touched a group of light as gentle as lake water.

But when he looked at it with his naked eyes, it was still a steel blade.

Is this because he had [insight] and felt the power of the Lady in the Lake when constructing this divine weapon?

Lan En was a little unsure.
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"This is spiritual vision." The old hunter Henrik sat on the stone steps of Orton Chapel and said to Lan with great certainty.

"Spiritual vision?" Lan En chewed on the word. "The vision of the soul body? The senses beyond the physical body?"

This vocabulary can basically extend these two meanings.

The old hunter tilted his head and looked at the young stranger.

"Your talent is very good." Henrik thought for a long time before raising his eyebrows and expressing his evaluation.

"Spiritual vision has always been what Master William has been pursuing. Although he has made some achievements a long time ago, it is still not easy for his students to obtain this ability. It can only be said that it is not easy."

The veteran hunter's qualifications are very deep, almost equivalent to the profession of hunter.

According to him, he became a hunter when the Healing Church was first established. At that time, the Healing Church still inherited many of the habits and knowledge that Lawrence brought from Byron Weiss.

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