MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

  Chapter 383 382. Who are you?

The people from the Yousefka Clinic seemed to have tidied up the place after they came to the Orton Chapel.

 Made this originally inconspicuous fringe church become somewhat popular.

"Has it been safe on the way here? I see that you have no intention of resting until now."

 Lan and Henrik started a chat-like conversation.

The topic just now was too long-standing and too professional.

If Henryk wasn't really senior enough, he would definitely not have so much news to give Lan.

 The evolution of the hunter profession can be roughly divided into three stages in Yanan.

　　The era when the profession was first formed, when hunters were regarded as heroes, and now, when hunting is carried out quietly in gloomy alleys, or blood is spilled wantonly on hunting nights.

 Even that heroic age was already a long time ago.

 The old hunter put on his khaki tricorn hat again, covering his M-shaped hairline.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Lan En always felt a little annoyed when he looked at his hair.

So he specially lifted his silver hair, which shimmered under the candlelight, as a test.

 Then he got a positive answer from the other party's eyes.

 In fact, he felt that Henrik didn’t need to care so much about his hairline. After all, people in Yannan liked to wear all kinds of hats, and they would definitely be inconspicuous.

Henric tilted his head and muttered under the mask, looking very unconcerned.

“Hunters need to be vigilant at all times, and it’s not peaceful around here.”

"Huh?" Lan En was a little surprised, "How do you say? Isn't there not enough incense?"

The old hunter sneered and began to pull out the hunter's pistol from his waist, inspecting the parts and loading mercury bullets.

“Incense can drive away wild animals, but it is useless against other things.”

"Ahagul's hunters began to appear around, and their reputation was in shambles in Yharnam. Rather than hunting wild beasts, their main business was human traffickers, and the profits they could get from catching humans were greater than hunting wild beasts. many."

"I also walked around the church square not far away. There were abnormal hunting traces left in the corner. The level of blood splatter was too abnormal even among hunters, and the flesh and blood of those patients seemed to be specially used for hunting. Just like they come to decorate, they are exaggerated, decadent, and flamboyant. Without even thinking about it, the surviving vampires of Cainhurst also took advantage of tonight to come here to have fun. They are keen on hunting hunters and rummaging through the blood stains shed by the hunters. Something only they can find.”

Lan En listened for a long time and felt that Yanan was a small place with a lot of things going on.

"Brother, I have never even seen these people and these forces you mentioned. Even if I did, it would be impossible to tell them apart. I am a foreigner, remember? Strictly speaking, I just arrived here last night .”

 “Of course I remember.”

Henrik's plain tone had a habitual crispness, just like his hunting skills.

"And I also suggest that you ignore my complaints just now, forget about those names that you have never come across before, and leave at dawn, Lan En."

"Yanan is a mud pit. Although this is my hometown that I can't live without and don't want to leave. But for the sake of us fighting side by side for two nights, I have to tell you the truth. I hope you can get out of this mud pit as soon as possible. Get out of here and go as far as possible.”

"Staying here will not end well. These monsters and weirdos have nothing to do with you. You don't owe us anything, we owe you, Lan En."

 “How do I feel, you want me to leave tonight?”

"If I can, I admit it. The sooner you leave, the safer you will be."

The old hunter's eyes were sandwiched between the three-cornered hat and the mask, and he looked seriously at the young man who was flipping his hair.

“Even if you two are the only ones who can stay here?”

Henric was not surprised at all by Lan's rhetorical question.

"I discussed it with Gascoigne, and as I said: you don't owe us anything." The young man smiled helplessly.

“Okay, I accept your suggestion and leave as soon as possible. But you have to wait until dawn, right? The wilderness in Yanan is probably less safe than the city.”

 At least, he had to determine what the power that froze the night was.

 The old hunter looked at Lan En for a while, and finally nodded.

 “I hope you won’t forget this advice.”

Henric continued to lower his head and arrange the hunting equipment on his body.

 The instantaneous lethality of the transforming weapon is impressive, but the complex gear structure often accumulates the solidified blood and hair of beasts.

 No hunter wants to have the mechanism of the transforming weapon in his hand jammed in the middle of hunting.

This way to die sounds stupid enough.

Lan walked away from Henryk, greeted the old woman in red robe, and walked to the side door of the chapel.

In this night of endless hunting, talking to friendly humans relaxed Lan En's spirit.

 He walked to the side door of the chapel and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

　　A large cloak like bird feathers, and a beak mask on the face.

 It's the crow hunter, Irene.

 A hunter who specializes in hunting down crazy hunters. It sounds like there is some overlap in business with the vampires of Cainhurst mentioned by Henryk, but Lan believes that there should be no intention of cooperation between them.

She was also one of the few people in this long night who clearly realized that the flow of time was wrong.

 Lan En walked over, wanting to gain some information and experience.

But before the witcher could speak, the crow hunter, who had the impression of being taciturn, began to speak first.

“I have never seen this scene before. Your name is Lan En?”

 After the young man nodded in confirmation, the huntress, who was also quite young, continued.

“The Gascoyne family never survived. Although I tried not many times, there were several times, but the result was as I said. Maybe I didn’t find the right method?”

"And after Gascoigne and Viola died in the cemetery at our feet, Henrik, who had arranged to meet him here, also went crazy. I died in his hands three or four times in order to let him rest in peace. , it was not until the last few times that I figured out his habits and then cleaned him up. He is a real old hunter. Crisp, precise, and fierce."

The crow hunter admired the old hunter's superb skills. Although he did not stay awake during the repetition of time, this did not affect his combat effectiveness.

As for Irene herself, when she talked about her own death, it was as if she was recounting a fictional story.

Time is repeatedly rewinding, and humans who remain awake in it will undergo psychological deterioration due to this environment that exceeds human imagination.

 Lan En doubted that even if time started to flow again, Irene would still cherish the life she had.

After lamenting his previous experiences, the crow hunter's beak mask finally turned to Lan En's front.

There was an obvious expectation in her tone.

 “Only this time is different, Lan.”

 “Only this time you got involved, so much difference happened!”

"who are you?!"

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