Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 387 386. Together again

This hunter's abandoned workshop no longer had anything of value found by Lan En.

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

 Thanks to the fact that the body of the doll is very easy to fold, otherwise the two cubic meters of volume of the alchemy leather bag would have been used up less than half 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, artwork is also a good collection object.

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

Although Lan En feels that she shouldn't let those golem researchers dismantle her.

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

“Further up this tower is the territory of the choir”

 Coming out of the abandoned hunter's workshop, Lan 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 the moonlight being refracted by the rolling clouds.

 At least Lan En is more willing to 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 not to even remember his name.

 In this way, you can walk without any worries.

When Lann returned to Orton Chapel again, he saw that Henryk was fully dressed again and equipped with his own weapons as a hunter.

 Looks like he's about to start a big fight.

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

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

Lan is not a person who can keep his words, but now he is crossing his arms and frowning at Henryk who is getting ready to go.

“If you’re just hunting a wild beast, I have no problem with it, but your current equipment doesn’t look like you’re going to deal with a wild 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 already filled with small props.

 The Yanan people's indispensable blood collection bottles, cartridge belts containing mercury bullets, and some bottles and jars that Lan En has not come into contact with yet so that he does 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 mountain forest for ten days and a half.

“Let’s 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 think I’m joking?”

Henric asked seriously.

“Gascoigne is a good hunter, he can handle it. On the contrary, you, who are unfamiliar with the place, have to run outside the city of Yharnam. Do you know how difficult the road outside the city of Yharnam is?”

“You want to explore the knowledge about your [Sight], but you need at least someone to take you into Byron Weiss? That place has been closed for decades.”

Henric didn’t know that Lane went to Byron Weiss mainly to investigate the ancient gods’ manipulation of time and to make time flow again.

 He just 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 was ready 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 were walking through the streets of Yanam.

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 once erupted in 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 lycanthropic patients.

The four-wheeled carriage on the road was crooked and fell over, 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 broken open, exposing its ribs and internal organs.

However, the lycanthropic patients don’t seem to be very interested in animals. In comparison, they would rather want to bleed the humans in Yharnan.

 The smell here is already very unpleasant.

　　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.

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

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

 But because of the existence 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, which were narrowed by the three-cornered hat and mask, 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 lycanthrope patient.

 Its left hand became abnormally enlarged, even to the point of dragging down the balance of the body.

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

 It has forked antlers on its 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 that you have an unusual relationship with that beast.”

 Lan lowered his voice and spoke calmly behind Henryk.

“Want to share something? It makes you feel better if you talk about it, usually. But if you don’t want to talk about it, I don’t mind. We can get ready to work.”

Henrik's mask moved up and down 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 is afraid of fire.”

 Hunters in Yharnan are always ruthless in their hunting.

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