Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 366 365. Crow Hunter

After saying goodbye to Gilbert, Lan followed the way he came and returned to the fountain square in front of Gascoigne's house.

While passing by the townspeople's barbecue party along the way, he made full use of the knowledge he gained from the "Gu Ying Ninja Technique Book".

 Quick and crisp movements, silent footsteps. These people who were tortured to the point of madness by lycanthropy could not find him in the messy street scene.

The streets of Yanan are now filled with abandoned carriages that were overturned in the sudden night of hunting, as well as suitcases and locked coffins that rolled off the carriages.

So even though Lan En is a strong man with a height of two meters after wearing armor, he can still easily find a route for concealment.

Most of the patients who were wandering around and patrolling, waiting to be killed, were only active on the lower two floors of this street.

 The third highest floor has no direct connection with the lower two floors.

 The height difference of more than four meters between the third and second floors must be crossed by tools, such as a ladder, in the eyes of the hunters in Yanan.

But for Lan En, it was very simple to cross a height difference of more than four meters without being stumbled by ordinary people.

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 As his breathing was adjusted to the correct way, Lan En's body's 'buoyancy' in the air was greatly improved.

 Then he rushed towards the high wall with the heavy armor of the Bear School.

With his body lightened by several kilograms and with unchanged muscle strength, he stepped on the wall twice before pressing his palms wearing studded leather gloves to the edge of the platform.

 With a simple push of both hands, the whole person flipped up to the third floor of the street, which was more than four meters high.

 Looking at the patients below who were still unconscious, Lan En curled his lips.

Had it not been for the wrong time, he might have had a lot of fun in this rugged and winding city with frequent elevation differences.

In the Fountain Square, the bodies of the lycanthropic patients that Lan En personally disposed of were still displayed there.

It was indeed similar to what he expected when he left. In addition, several lycanthropic patients were attracted by the strong smell of blood and wandered back and forth.

On the windows of the nearby residential area, several windows covered with steel fences were smashed from the inside, and the steel fences were smashed into a bulging shape by the ferocious force.

 The ‘thing’ that comes out of it, no matter what stage of lycanthropy it is, it doesn’t look like it’s human anymore.

The iron gate on Fountain Square was closed by Lan when he left, so these lycanthropic patients were not allowed to flow to Gascoigne's home.

Lan En himself didn't have to pull the trigger switch again to let the iron door open before he could pass through.

 He just reused his efficient movement method, and appeared on the other side of the iron gate in a few seconds.

 Among the lycanthropy patients, only those who are on all fours can compare with him. Among the humans in Yanan, he has yet to see anyone with excellent mobility in three-dimensional space.

 Climb over the iron gate and you will see the windows and door of Gascoigne's house.

Lan En wanted to go in and see if the small notes left by Oliveira and Victoria had been withdrawn or covered up by the lycanthropic patients who wandered over.

But when he walked to the door, his nose twitched slightly, and his left hand pressed down on the scabbard at his waist.

 The smell of mud. Coming from the nearby canal?

There are a series of black mud footprints on the ground. As the owner of the footprints walks up from the bottom of the ditch, the color changes from dark to light.

“Leather boots with thick soles suitable for strenuous exercise.”

After Lan En glanced at the footprints, he immediately made many judgments based on the trace science knowledge in his mind.

“A normal woman with small feet and no skeletal deformities?”

 Lan En's vigilance was slightly lowered, at least he would not directly chop down the person the moment he saw him. When he entered Gascoigne's house, he put down his left hand that was on the scabbard.

 Because a hunter dressed in black was standing in the living room without hesitation, looking at Victoria's childish handwriting on the note.

 Her whole body was covered by a black bird feather cloak, but it could be seen that her frame was not large.

 The head is completely covered by a beak mask that was common during the great plague period in the West.

During the Great Plague, this kind of mask was widely used by medical personnel. The beak was hollow and medicinal materials were placed to filter the air for breathing.

 The mask and cape on her head match each other, making her look like a huge and ominous crow.

Before Lan En, who came in, could ask, the woman under the crow mask took the lead.

“It seems you are a stranger, hunter? I haven’t seen you yet.”

Her voice sounded like she was in her forties or fifties, which was considered old among hunters.

 The tone was calm and indifferent, even in such a **** night.

Hunters in Yanan always give people the feeling that ‘it doesn’t matter what happens, I accept it calmly’.

"Tonight is a mess, isn't it? Tonight, and every night."

“Anyway, welcome to Yharnam, hunter. Be prepared for the worst, there are no more living people in this city.”

As she spoke, she reposted the note that Victoria had removed on the wall.

Lan En noticed that she carefully flattened every corner when she pulled her hand away.

 The young man retorted in her pessimistic words.

"As far as I know, there is a little bit. The Yousefka Clinic has stocked up on some incense. If you want to rest, you can go there. The doctor is a good person."

The raven-like hunter heard it.

 Lan is certain of this.

 But the strange thing is that she was not even a little excited even when she heard the news about the survivors.

 It was as if the "survivors" in Lan En's words did not exist in her eyes.

 Lan En felt strange, because it wasn’t that she didn’t believe Lan En’s words, but she didn’t regard those people as ‘survivors’ at all?

Is this just plain pessimism?

Just as the crow's bird feather cloak brushed past Lan En's body and walked out, there were rapid footsteps at the door.

 The visitor rushed into Gascoigne's house almost with the momentum of "intrusion".

　　is Henrik.

The saw blade in his hand was dripping with sticky, foul-smelling blood and minced meat stained with hair.

 Under the khaki coat, the old hunter's chest was beating like a bellows.

 His eyes were exposed through a slit between the three-cornered hat and the mask. They were bloodshot, tired and stubborn.

The moment he saw the door to the house open, the sound of him clenching the handle of the butcher knife could even be directly transmitted to the ears of the people in the house.

 But wait until you see the scene inside the house: no blood stains, neat and warm furniture, two hunters who don’t seem to be at war with each other.

 The old hunter quickly realized that the scene he was most afraid of did not happen.

 But where is Viola! ?

 Where have the children gone? ?

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 (End of this chapter)