Chapter 346 345. Burning
The night is passing, and the bright sunlight is overflowing from the horizon.
The abnormally huge moon last night was gradually covered up and faded in the sunlight.
The traces of the night of the hunt are being cleared.
The bodies chopped down by the hunters were gathered together and burned.
People dressed in various hunting attires gathered people from the streets and alleys, dragging their "accomplishments" with them last night. Each person was holding one or several corpses of lycanthropic patients with thick black hair and deformed bodies in their hands.
The hunters silently and indifferently dealt with the lycanthrope who might have been an ordinary resident yesterday.
They set up fires in various squares in the city, threw the corpses on their hands, poured gasoline on them, and lit them with a bang.
Lan Enye and Gascoigne dragged the normal corpses they had cleaned up last night to a small square and threw them on the fire with the other hunters.
Now young people can be sure that silence is an occupational disease among Yharnam hunters.
Dozens of hunters gathered together to work, but apart from the sound of the corpses of lycanthropic patients being dragged on the ground, there was no sound of human conversation.
Perhaps due to the subtle influence of the religious atmosphere in this city, even if the hunters set up a fire, they would set it up like they burned witches in the name of religion in the Middle Ages.
They even spontaneously set up a shelf and tied the first corpse that came to the fire, and then started to throw other corpses on top.
The flames burned, and the stinking blood smell of the lycanthropic patient was eliminated by the thick smoke.
None of the hunters said anything, they just watched the flames dancing on the fire indifferently.
The weird, solemn silence, the religious rack-like fire, and the corpses deformed and melted in the fire
The combined scene is just like the first impression of this city on Lan En— —
A sense of filthy sanctity.
Seeing the pile of corpses burning more and more, hunters began to turn around and leave one after another.
Gascoigne also took Lan En to a remote path.
"Just leave the fire like that?"
Lan asked strangely on the road.
Although the city already looks like the Victorian era, with most buildings using stone bricks or concrete, there is still a lot of wood used.
Fires are a big trouble, especially in Yanam.
But Gascoigne seemed very unconcerned.
"The church people will take care of the mess, they will clean up the fire, and they will wash away the blood on the street. It is still dark now, but if you wait a little longer, when people go out, they will see a unchanged Yanan. "
As he said that, the priest laughed at himself.
“Of course, this was the ideal situation a long time ago.”
“Oh?” Lan En showed the curiosity of a stranger, “What was the hunting in the past? What's the situation? "
"The spread of lycanthropy was not widespread in the past. Hunters carried out sporadic hunting in the dark shadows to avoid crowds and avoid panic. But with the emergence of lycanthropic patients, the number of lycanthropic diseases has increased. More and more often, the church established hunting nights and began to let hunters hunt in public.”
Gascoigne told Yanan's past calmly, while Lan listened quietly behind him.
The two were walking through a residential area. Now some residents had tentatively opened their doors, looking happy after seeing the sunshine in the sky.
The first residents to go out seemed to easily ignore the broken stone pillars and fences on the street and go about their daily lives. He also has messy hair on his face like a lycanthrope patient, but it's not nearly as thick. It seems to be a resident who was threatened by lycanthropy but was finally controlled.
Lan En looked at all this with a frown, his eyes deep.
Was the monster last night really a disease of animal transformation?
The lycanthropic patients were already on all fours, and their bodies seemed to have been hollowed out by the messy hair on their bodies.
Not only is he skinny in body shape, but he relies entirely on his frame to support his body shape. And on the abdomen, even the ribs are covered with black hair, which is exposed from the abdominal cavity.
There are no organs or intestines in the completely exposed abdominal cavity, only a lumbar vertebra with skin and hair.
They have no digestive organs, so even eating like crazy is meaningless.
But they just want to bite the flesh crazily and splash blood.
This kind of change that does not follow biology at all, in Lan En's eyes, is actually more similar to the term "disease". The 'curse' of logic.
But problems arise.
Yarnan is a huge city with a population of less than a hundred thousand. According to Gascoigne, lycanthropy has existed in this city for at least several decades and is getting worse.
What curse could have this scale? !
In the magical world, a curse that can plague a family for generations is enough to be included in Aretuza's textbooks!
A curse that can affect nearly a hundred people to the point of 'scaring' them is enough to make the city's city hall look for wizards and demon hunters!
If this is really a curse, then Lan En can't imagine what kind of power is keeping the curse running.
“Originally, the first stop for foreigners seeking blood therapy when they come to Yanan is to go to the Healing Church. The clergy there will make a covenant with the foreigners and then arrange the schedule for blood therapy, but you come The time is not convenient."
Gascoigne did not notice Lan En's thoughts. He led the way through the narrow and rugged streets and said to Lan En.
"After the hunting night, the church's manpower will be used to deal with the problem. It is estimated that there is no manpower to arrange accommodation for you. If you don't mind, you can go to my house to have a rest today. After all, we took care of each other last night. "
"Is this convenient?"
"Haha, don't worry. I used to be a priest. Although I can't help others in the name of the church, I can still help someone. No problem. Viola also likes to have people at home."
After leaving the hunting job, Gascoigne returned to the gentle former priest.
Lan En moved his shoulders a little, feeling the fatigue in his body, and finally nodded.
"Then I'm sorry to bother you, Gascoigne. Just let me stay in the house for a few hours. I rest very efficiently."
"Oh my God." Gascoigne pressed He held on to his wide-brimmed hat and shook his head with a smile.
“If I really go by the arrangement you said, Viola will kick me out of the house.”
“Just accept the hospitality honestly. To be honest, Henrik, let’s go. What he said made me a little nervous. I will take time to buy incense today. I have a good hunter at home, so I can feel more at ease. How about I owe you a favor?"
Lan En put his hand on the scabbard and tilted his head, feeling that it was no big deal.
"There's no need to say anything ungrateful. I'm just looking after the door for you. We've made an agreement."
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(End of this chapter)