Chapter 339 338. Peers
“I have to say that the time you came here is really unlucky. The hunting night has begun. The hunters are busy hunting down the lycanthropic patients, and the church is also busy with logistics. To protect and deal with the aftermath, it is estimated that no one will have time to give you blood therapy at this time."
Henryk walked steadily towards the body where Lan had poked a 'channel' in the chest. The corpse said without looking back.
After establishing initial mutual trust, the man who claimed to be a 'Hunter' showed no more hostility except that he still resisted letting Lan En approach.
Lan En stood aside, calmly watching what Henryk was going to do.
"No rush, I'm not in a hurry for blood therapy. It's good to wait until everyone is finished."
I know a hammer called 'blood therapy'?
Bloodletting? It can't be such an unskilled thing, right?
From what Henrik said, he knew that I only had ‘single blood, uninjected’ in my body, so I was a foreigner. In other words, the blood of the local people in Yanan is very mixed?
Blood therapy does not sound like bloodletting therapy, but mostly injection therapy.
Let blood of unknown origin and unknown reason enter the body. Let's forget it.
"It's great that your illness is not urgent. I have to go to work now, so you should find a place to hide. The night of hunting is not easy."
Henric said as he fiddled with the monster's body.
Lan En frowned slightly.
"I have a good sword and I know how to use it. You don't have to worry too much about me."
"The sword is good, and the armor is old-fashioned but also very strong, but it's hard to say whether these two things are useful in Yanan." Henrik glanced at Lan En with his eyes sandwiched between the tricorn hat and the mask.
In a Victorian-style city, armor from the knightly era like Lan En can indeed be called 'old school'.
Fortunately, Henrik himself is also old, otherwise Lan En might have to taste what it feels like to be called an 'old antique'.
"Yours is just an ordinary straight sword. It is neither a transforming weapon for fast combat nor a heavy and deadly church weapon. It is feasible to deal with people. How to deal with lycanthropic patients? Hard to say."
Speaking, Henryk raised the strange serrated knife in his hand towards Lan En.
He waved his hand suddenly, as if his inertia had activated some kind of mechanism.
At the connection between the blade and the wooden handle, sparks of metal friction suddenly exploded.
It was then that Lan En realized that the serrated knife in Henryk's hand was a giant switchblade.
The blade has lethality on both sides. In the closed state, it can be swung briskly and slashed with the serrated back. In the extended state, it can be slashed with the blade wide open.
And if the mechanism is turned on during the swing, the force of the mechanical contraction and pop-up should be added to the swing, causing more ferocious tearing wounds.
Even if it is scratched by such a weapon, a large amount of blood will probably be spilled.
The Yannan people’s love for blood is evident.
"Wow, it is indeed a delicate and deadly weapon."
Lan En nodded. He did not take out the Turbid Current Sword in his alchemy leather bag to talk about it. After all, he took it out of thin air. It's too unusual to see a sword nearly two meters tall.
Seeing that he listened to the advice, Henryk closed the meat saw knife again and hung it back on his waist, and said a few more words.
"And it's not just the lycanthropy patients who are dangerous on the hunting night. The lycanthropy that turns them into this kind of lycanthropy is also a threat to you."
"You mean this is an infectious disease? This city is undergoing Suffering from the plague? "
Lan En was a little surprised. He just thought that 'lycanthropy' was a local term for curse. But the locals told him with logical remarks that were clearly based on research rather than superstition and conjecture, that this phenomenon that resembled a werewolf curse was an infectious disease.
Witchers never get sick and are never infected, and the same goes for Space Marines.
But Lan En will not ignore the diseases in other worlds because of this. What if a serious one pops up?
"It's not a plague, it's just regular cleaning."
Henryk didn't care about the scary word 'plague', but muttered something to himself after explaining it to Lan En.
“It’s just that the cleaning is a bit frequent during this period.”
After muttering, Henrik shook his head. "Okay, it's time for me to go. If you have nowhere to go, then I recommend you to go to the Yousefka Clinic, which is located on the edge of the center of Yharnam. Dr. Yousefka is a compassionate woman, she will Take you in. It's not easy to find someone willing to take in a stranger on a hunting night in Yharnam."
Lan En nodded and wrote down the name.
But he still stopped Henrik when he turned around to leave.
"Henryk."
"Tsk, what are you doing again?"
The hunter in the yellow coat turned around, his tone already starting to sound a little impatient.
Under his eyes, Lan En stretched out his finger to point at the winding and rugged street. He pointed to the invisible source of the street, and followed its course to its equally invisible end.
His eyes were fixed on Henryk, and it was obvious that this action was a demonstration to him.
"I am a foreigner, Henrik. And this is your street in Yanan"
The young man looked at the old hunter helplessly.
“Seriously, you don’t think that if you tell me a place name, I can find it along the way, do you?”
"Then what else do you want?"
The old hunter also sounded helpless.
Obviously, he wanted to help Lan En, but he only wanted to help a little, not too much.
This is nothing to criticize.
"Rather than letting me wander around this maze-like town in this dangerous night, I might as well follow you."
Lan put his left hand on the handle of the knife and walked towards Henryk.
“I don’t need you to worry about me. I can protect myself and I won’t mess up your work. I just want to stop myself from rushing into a dangerous place and being torn apart by a swarm of monsters. You hunters shouldn’t go to that kind of place, right?”
“Hunter is a profession that requires skill and patience.”
Henryk answered Lan En’s question from the side.
Now the witcher understands.
You hunters also need to investigate and plan in advance when doing your work!
When you go to places you have never been to and encounter monsters you have never seen before, it is ideal to have a familiar veteran to guide you.
It is much safer to follow the old hunter to certain places than to run around on your own.
Henric lowered his head and thought for a while at Lan En's suggestion, and then spoke again.
"Your armor. That's too cumbersome. Ordinary armor can't resist the attack of the lycanthropic patient at all, but will only slow down your speed. I doubt that when it's time to take action, you won't be able to run away. Can’t even run far?”
Before the old hunter could finish speaking, Lan En rushed towards the buildings on both sides of the street.
After jumping, stepping on the wall and running up more than six meters, reaching out to grab the eaves of the second floor, and then jumping down with the gravel from the eaves, after this series of actions.
Henryk was silent for a long time under his mask, and then muttered "Let's go" angrily.
Then he lowered his head and walked away quickly without looking back.
Lan En smiled and threw the gravel in his hand back, patted the dust and followed.
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