Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 387 386. Together again
Lan En found nothing of value in this abandoned workshop of the hunters.

After putting the old hunter's leg bone with traces of the use of [Acceleration Technique] in his pocket, he put the doll into the alchemy leather bag.

Thanks to the fact that the doll's body is very easy to fold, otherwise less than half of the two cubic meters of the alchemy leather bag would have been used up at once.

This doll is already a work of art.

When Lan En collects weapons and equipment from other worlds to satisfy his collecting habit, art is also a good collection object.

Moreover, the production technology embodied in this doll can also be called "groundbreaking" for the magic doll industry in the magical world.

Although Lan En felt that she would not let those golem researchers dismantle her.

After all, she looks perfect and deserves to be admired again and again in the window.

"Further up this tower is the territory of the choir."

Coming out of the abandoned hunter's workshop, Lan En looked back at the entire tower.

Now the night sky in Yharnam has turned into a strange, surging cyan.

That should be the phenomenon of moonlight being refracted by rolling clouds.

At least Lan En is more willing to let himself believe that this is the reason than being 'distorted by the power of the ancient gods'.

The tip of the tall tower reaches straight into the sky, and the spire of the Gothic building is like a needle piercing the sky.

According to the introduction of the old hunter Henrik, the upper level of the church town has been occupied by the choir.

The witcher turned and left, with no intention of heading higher.

The old hunter was right about at least one thing: he was a foreigner who would have to leave sooner or later, so it was better not to get too involved with the complicated local forces unless necessary. It would be best if he didn't even remember his name.

This way you can walk without any worries.

When Lan returned to Orton Chapel again, he saw that Henryk was fully dressed again and equipped with his own hunter's weapons.

It looked like he was going to do something big.

"We agreed to hunt a wild beast together. You must have remembered it, right?"

The old hunter's saw blade was in his hand like an arm, and even the turning of the wrist to restore the feel of the handle seemed very technical.

Lan En was not a man who kept his words, but now he crossed his arms and frowned at Henrik, who was getting ready to go.

"If you are just hunting a beast, I have no problem, but... your current equipment does not look like it is meant to deal with a beast."

When he said 'one head', Lan En's tone became more serious.

Henryk looks a lot bloated now, that's because his khaki hunter leather coat is filled with props.

The indispensable blood collection bottles for the Yannan people, the cartridge belts containing mercury bullets, and some bottles and jars that Lan En had not come into contact with yet so that he did not recognize them.

This does not look like a swift and agile Yharnam hunter, but rather like a traditional hunter who is preparing to play hide-and-seek with his prey in the forest for ten days and a half.

"Wait to clean up the beast on the bridge." Henrik adjusted the bullet belt in his coat and straightened his hat. "I'll go to Byron Weiss with you."

Lan En's brows furrowed: "Don't be ridiculous, Henrik. You are inseparable here."

"You look like I'm joking?"

Henrik asked seriously.

"Gascoigne is a good hunter, he can handle it. On the contrary, you, who are unfamiliar with the place, will run outside the city of Yanan. Do you know how difficult the road outside the city of Yanan is?"

"You want to explore the knowledge about your [Spiritual Vision], but you need at least someone to bring you into Byron Weiss? That place has been closed for decades."

Henryk didn't know that Lan En went to Byron Weiss mainly to investigate the ancient gods' manipulation of time and to make time flow again.

He only thought it was the novel feeling of [spiritual vision] that drove the young man to continue exploring in depth.But regardless of whether Lan En's actions helped them or not, Henrik decided to do him a favor.

The old hunter felt that he owed Lan En, so he planned to pay it back now.

After all, in his eyes, the young man is a foreigner who will leave at dawn and may never see him again for the rest of his life.

Lan En had no choice but to spread his hands.Having an acquaintance to lead the way is indeed very important in terrain like Yanan.

The two of them walked through the streets of Yanan.

With a local as a guide again, Lan En felt that they were walking extremely smoothly.

Soon, they walked out of the church town from the cemetery of Orton Chapel and came to the stone bridge in front of the gate of the church town.

The bridge that had been the site of riots and massacres in the early days of the Hunting Night has now become peaceful.

The torn human body has been picked up by various animalized patients.

The four-wheel carriage on the road was crooked and overturned, and the suitcases and various belongings were scattered on the road, no one cared about it.

The belly of the horse pulling the cart was ripped open, exposing its ribs and internal organs.

However, the lycanthropic patients seemed not to be very interested in animals. In comparison, they wanted to bleed the humans in Yharnan.

The smell here is already very bad.

On the night of the hunting, more than ten pieces of incense were burned in the Orton chapel, which meant that these corpses and blood had been lying outside for more than ten nights.

Henrik and Lan walked cautiously among the scattered carriages and luggage.

The degree of decomposition of these corpses obviously conflicts with his sense of time.

But because of the power of [conscious interference], he just felt that something was wrong, but had no intention of delving into other aspects.

Lane grabbed Henrik behind an overturned carriage.

The young man said nothing when facing the old hunter who turned around. He just raised his head and pointed to the tall pillars on the side of the bridge with his chin.

Henrik's eyes were narrowed by the three-cornered hat and mask, and he looked at the huge beast squatting on the pillar with a complicated expression.

The monster was about the same size as Amelia after she turned into a beast, but it didn't have the holy white hair, and looked more like an ordinary lycanthropic patient.

Its left hand grew abnormally large, even to the point of dragging down the body's balance.

The huge claws lightly brushed against the stone pillars, leaving several deep marks.

There are forked antlers on the head.

Although it is huge, standing at a high place, ordinary people do not have the extraordinary senses of a demon hunter, nor the subtle sense brought by [spiritual vision]. They probably will not notice that there is a huge beast above their heads facing the bridge. The people above are watching eagerly.

"It seems you have an unusual relationship with that beast."

Lan En lowered his voice and spoke calmly behind Henryk.

"Want to share something? It will make you feel better if you talk about it, usually. But if you don't want to talk about it, I don't have a problem with it. We can get ready to work."

Henrik's mask rose and fell as his mouth opened and closed several times.

But the old hunter didn't say anything after all. After sighing, his eyes became cold again.

"Use fire paper, Molotov cocktails and Molotov cocktails. Let this hunt end quickly. He's afraid of fire."

The hunters of Yharnam have always been ruthless in their hunting.

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