Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 372 371. Backtracking

“‘Several times’? You mean, the night was not just suspended, but even..."

 “Ah, yes, yes. Just like you thought.”

Facing the witcher's frowning question, the old man lying on the ground answered calmly.

 “From one day ago to tonight. Repeatedly again and again.”

“We don’t know what the power that plays with time wants, but we can be sure that if we don’t get the results he wants, then there will be no end to this night.”

 “How many people are aware of this?”

"Not many. Hee hee, not many. Most of them are hunters, but their number is getting smaller every time. This is also common sense. Hunters are already tired from hunting, and now it is an endless night of hunting. ,whee."

 As to who was awake specifically, the old man in red robe could not speak clearly.

 But Lan En was certain that the hunter wearing the bird feather cloak should be one of them.

Thinking of this, the witcher sighed.

 It's a pity that he doesn't know where she is now. Otherwise, through communication, he might be able to directly get the experience of many times in the past.

 “.Thank you, I understand at least a little bit.”

 Lan En stood up from his half-crouched state and thanked the old man in red robe.

“If I meet other people, I will inform them to come and take refuge. But time will always go back, and your help will be helpful to them.”

Your help means nothing to them.

 Lan wanted to say this.

But the old man didn't care at all.

“Even if I can only give them a moment of peace, I have to do something, right? I always want to help others. Hehe.”

 Whether it makes sense to those who are not sober or not, this is what the old man decided to do.

 It means something to her.

 Lending a helping hand to others often does not require a reason.

 Lan En nodded calmly and walked out of the chapel.

Outside the chapel is a small circular square extending in all directions. Henryk took Lan through here to reach the Orton chapel.

 On the last hunting night, Lan En was deeply impressed by the clergy patrolling here.

 They are generally tall, but their skin is as pale as dust.

 They are obviously not normal humans. Lan En only thinks that they are humanoid intelligent races that cooperate with humans in this world.

 Just like the dwarven bankers who opened banks in Vizima.

“Sir, could you please show me the way to the cathedral?”

Lan En asked politely a clergyman of a different race who was holding an oil lamp and a cane.

 But the clergy who were supposed to provide guidance to the believers and provide a good impression to outsiders, at this time, the lead-white face turned out to be wooden and hollow.

He raised the oil lamp in his hand, and then the flame in the glass light box sprayed out in a sputtering pattern as if it was pulled by some force.

 The moment the opponent took action, Lan En's [Quen's Seal] directly blocked the first wave of heat.

Then [Igni Sign] reversely took over the control of these flames.

 Handprints stretched forward made the flames wrap around the clergy like a rising tide.

 The woolen coat on his body instantly became fuel, burning his body.

Lan En frowned, watching the priests struggling with their teeth and claws, and then gradually becoming trapped and weak in the flames.

 But it was completely different from other creatures that died of fire. Even though he showed a considerable degree of pain in his limbs, he did not make any sound from the beginning to the end.

 Screams, curses, curses. Not even a groan!

 In the pain of being burned alive, silence goes against the nature of living things.

 “Hell, hell!”

 The chaotic magic power in his body quickly recovered, but Lan En's expression was not pretty.

He originally thought that the lycanthropic patients outside of Church Town were weird enough. Who knew that Church Town was full of people like this, who would give people chills even if they died? Lan En curled his lips as he looked up at the stairs extending upward and the many clergymen wandering on the stairs.

 Find another way first, and you can bite the hard persimmon later.

The witcher found another way to go down in this small square that was connected in all directions.

 The scenery in Mission Town is good. Compared with other locations in Yanan, there are still many open spaces used for decorative greening.

　　It’s just that in this cold and **** night, the green branches and leaves spread out look withered and strange.

 The other way is much easier, and there are only a few ordinary patients who have not even developed lycanthropy too seriously.

There are also a group of residents living in the church town. Even if these residents stay at home, they cannot suppress the progression of the disease after running out of incense.

 After Lan En cleared away these weak enemies, he walked to a platform with some kind of altar.

A blond hunter wearing a hunter's attire, with a Healing Church holy cloth hanging on his back, was kneeling in front of the altar and praying softly.

 Looks very pious.

Lan put his hand on the scabbard on his waist. Arondette was better to use against a single enemy of the same size.

The witcher tentatively approached him and said hello.

"Hello?"

He couldn't be careless. The situation in Church Town was different from that in Yanan outside. Those clergymen who wanted to kill anyone on sight did not have the stench of beasts.

 Taste cannot distinguish friend from foe here.

 But he couldn’t give up the opportunity to ask for directions, after all, he knew the road conditions in Yanan.

 Fortunately, the blond hunter made Lan En feel that he was not unlucky yet.

 “Hello to you, sir.”

The blond man's tone was a little enthusiastic.

"Oh, you're a new hunter, right? Ha, don't be embarrassed, I know, it's exactly the same as when I first started."

 When he turned around, Lan En saw his whole face.

 A very typical white person with blond hair and blue eyes.

The hunting attire he wears should belong to the Healing Church, but compared to the generally lightweight hunting attire, the equipment he wears appears to be thicker.

Although in Lan En's eyes, this can still only be called a super lightweight cloth armor.

The blond man's rationality and enthusiasm made Lan En get closer, which made him look even happier.

“It’s rare to hear the voice of reason on this night.”

“Just call me Alfred, sir. I am a follower of Master Logarius, a hunter who hunts the filthy vampires. What about you?”

The blond Alfred stretched out his hand, and Lan stepped forward to shake it.

Even though he was wearing leather gloves, Lan En could still feel the obvious calluses on his palms. This was a guy who used heavy weapons.

 “Lan En, just call me Lan En.” Withdrawing his hand, the demon hunter felt a little confused.

 Filthy vampires? Do you mean people who are good at using other blood for blood therapy?

Lann still remembers the concept that Dr. Yousefka popularized to him.

In the context of the healing church, [filthiness] and [blasphemy] refer to irregular behavior in blood healing.

However, this topic is obviously related to the belief of the man in front of him, and Lan En does not want to express his speculation easily.

 If you say it wrong, it will be offensive to a believer.

 Lan En's response made Alfred even more enthusiastic. He grabbed Lan En's retracted hand, and then shook it up and down vigorously before letting go.

"Ah, hello, Lan En. We have different hunting goals, but we are all hunters. Hunters should exchange experiences with each other to make their skills more sophisticated and closer to the hunting goals, right?"

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