Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 378 377. Church Agent

“Sir, can you speak to me nicely?”

Lan En stood outside a door with a warning light on, speaking to the people in the room.

His words seemed to touch upon some misunderstanding, causing the men in the room to laugh harshly.

"Ha! Foreigners are all evil-minded, and you still expect decent people in the city to talk to you nicely? Oh, my lord, do you still want me to open the door so that you can hunt here? Share a safe room with me at night?”

The man in the room sneered.

“The strangers have brought the plague, so you should ‘enjoy’ this hunting night! Country bumpkin!”

Lan En scratched his cheek expressionlessly.

　　The ‘enthusiasm’ of the Yanam people is really hard to refuse no matter how many times you experience it.

“If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will smash the warning light at your door and pour a thick layer of monster blood on your door.”

When the young man's plain voice sounded again, the mean and strange laughter in the room stopped suddenly like a duck with its throat twisted.

 “You! How dare you.I.”

The sense of superiority of ‘I am safe, you are not safe’ on the night of hunting collapsed in an instant, and the Yannan people’s fear of the night of hunting was aroused.

“I came to Yanan to ask for nothing from you, and I don’t owe you anything. I am different from those foreigners who point to Yanan for help, sir.”

 Lan En crossed his arms and spoke softly, but his calm tone made people in the room no longer dare to speak rudely.

“I’m just a passerby. You can’t expect a passerby to maintain a high moral standard in a strange city, right? The world is probably not that good yet.”

Lann paused to give the men in the room time to digest their emotions.

“So, can you answer the question well?”

 “Yes, yes, sir.”

When he said "Sir", his tone was still difficult. It was obvious that calling a stranger "Sir" was something that did not suit his wishes.

But that's not important. Lan En doesn't expect to have a good relationship with him. He just needs him to answer questions.

Soon, amid the hesitation caused by psychological barriers, the man pointed out the way to the cathedral for Lan En.

The road conditions in Yanan are too complicated. Even though the cathedral stands high up there, Lan En still has the athletic ability to climb up to the roof, but he can't find the way.

 The architects in Yanan can be said to be of very high standard.

 After asking the question, Lan En turned around and left. He is not so stingy as to lure a lycanthropic patient to someone else's door just because of a few curses.

 At best, just stay away.

Just a few steps away from the foul-mouthed man, there were also residents on the other side of the alley.

Most of the windows were dimmed, but one had a warning light on.

 Lan En knocked on the door while passing by.

“Mr. or Madam inside, if you feel that you can’t survive the night at home, you can go to Orton Chapel for a retreat. There is plenty of incense there.”

A surprised female voice came from the room.

"Oh? Sir, why are you... No, thank you for the notice. I thought you were that kind of person."

 Lan En understood what she meant.

“I’m not a natural-born killer, ma’am. And I’m not going to get mad at you because you live so close to someone who cursed me, do you understand?”

 “Oh, I understand, my good sir.”

The voice of the woman in the room became relaxed, with a charm that has become a habit.

"It's not easy to meet kind-hearted people at this time. Orton Chapel? I know. Thank you for informing me. The speed at which the incense is consumed tonight really scares me. When the night of the hunting is over, if If you are interested in taking care of my business, I will give you a good discount.”

 When talking about ‘business’, the woman’s tone is very ambiguous, which makes people think a lot.

 Prostitute?

Lan En whistled silently.

It's really rare that Yanan, who is always showing weirdness and abnormality, can actually feel relieved to see a regular staff member, Lan En, who originally had no interest in it. It seems that the obsession with blood has not completely monopolized every desire of the Yannan people. At least the old people still have other entertainment projects.

 Lan En could not have imagined that he would actually feel relaxed just because he saw a familiar type of work in a strange world.

 After giving directions, Lan finally succeeded in walking up the stairs in front of the cathedral.

This staircase is wide and high, setting off the grandeur of the cathedral above the stairs.

The church door is also large, at least it can allow those giant Sumeru people to pass through easily.

 The Gothic style of the church itself makes it appear complex, exaggerated and sacred.

Lan En had no knowledge of architecture, so he stepped forward without hesitation and started pushing the heavy door, allowing it to open a gap that allowed normal people to pass through.

There are no Sumerians patrolling in front of the church, nor are there any lycanthropic patients running around.

This gives it a rare tranquility on a hunting night.

 But in a noisy and chaotic night, having tranquility itself seems so abnormal.

The soles of Lan En's boots stepped on the marble steps, making crisp sounds.

This voice echoed in the church, seeming distant and empty.

 At the porch when you first enter the church, there are two rows of strange statues standing on both sides.

 The limbs are abnormally proportioned, the head is like a walnut exposed by the hollowing out, and the hand is holding a golden decorative spear.

This kind of monster is the blood source of the Healing Church? That ancient god?

 No, not like that. As the main object of belief, the ancient gods should be placed in the most important and eye-catching position in the church. These are just a group of gatekeepers.

 But even so, this group of goalkeepers was enough to give Lan En a preliminary understanding of the beliefs of the Healing Church.

Different from the Meritelli faith in the magical world, the Healing Church does not seem to care at all about the appearance modification of the objects of belief.

The weird ancient **** made him appear weirdly, and believers who have tasted the blood therapy will not give up the enjoyment of blood therapy just because the statue of the **** is weird.

When he walked into the church hall, Lan En saw the most conspicuous sculpture on the altar.

It was a headless woman with angel wings, holding a water bottle and pouring water.

unclear meaning.

 But right in front of the statue, a thin figure in white robes was curled up and kneeling on the ground, reciting some kind of prayer. There was only a small candlestick beside him.

The sound of the prayer was muffled under the architectural structure of the church, so that even the witcher's extraordinary senses could not fully hear it.

 Vaguely, only a few words were captured by Lan En.

 “Pursue the holy blood. But mortals must be careful”

"You are so immature and weak, you must always be wary of those blasphemous monsters whispering to you, luring you into the abyss. Mortals need to pay attention"

“If you lose your fear, no one will lament you anymore.”

Lan En's face turned grim, and he walked in the direction of the church agent without changing his pace.

"so."

The calm and calm voice echoed in the church.

“You and the Healing Church actually know that monsters will be born from blood. Right?”

“Then you are still promoting [blood therapy] throughout Yanan. You just told the people to ‘be more vigilant’, and then you completely ignored the risks of blood. Is that right?”

The sound of the steel blade being pushed out of the scabbard came from Lan En's waist, clear and cold.

 The prayers suddenly stopped.

The agent turned around while maintaining his kneeling posture, looking at the intruder with his eyes under the pure white hood.

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 (End of this chapter)