Chapter 365 364. Intelligence Update
Larn finally walked down the stairs of Yousefka Clinic and waved back. On the stairs, two little girls also said goodbye to him.
“Goodbye, kind hunter.”
In Yanan, it seems that the best praise people can give a hunter is to say ‘kind hunter’.
When Lan walked out of the Yousefka Clinic and walked back along the road that sent Gascoigne's family here, after climbing up the ladder, he discovered something that he had not noticed before because he was in too much haste. .
The warning light outside one of the windows was still on.
The warning light is the Yharnamite on hunting night, showing hunters that the occupants of the house still have the means to reason.
The glass lamp outside the house can be filled with oil from the house and continue to burn. This behavior is enough to prove that the people in the house are normal.
Lan En stepped forward and knocked on the window, thinking that Yousefka's clinic was just a few steps down the stairs not far away, and it would be easy to talk to this person.
But the approaching sound coming from the house was not the sound of normal people walking, but the sound of the wheels of a wheelchair rolling.
"Are you a hunter? The night is so long, but you are the first hunter to come to me for confirmation. Ahem."
The people in the room projected a figure in a wheelchair to the curtains under the candlelight silhouette.
His voice was old and accompanied by wheezing and coughing, which made him sound labored and unhealthy.
"Hunter, that's right. Sir, do you need care? There is a clinic downstairs. I can send you down. Although it won't be too uncomfortable, I can guarantee it will be fast enough."
Lan En said calmly.
The Yannan people's xenophobia made him admit his identity as a hunter, but the old man in the house seemed to recognize him because of it.
“My name is Gilbert, young gentleman. You, ahem, you are a stranger, right? Don’t worry, I am also a stranger. After staying in Yanan for a long time, I have become I will recognize it.”
After saying that, the voices in the room struggled to joke.
“You must be having a great time, right? The enthusiasm of Yannan people towards their guests is impressive.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, young sir. I have a terminal illness. , ahem.”
As he spoke, he coughed hoarsely, and it took him a while to stop.
“The blood therapy in this city bought me time and allowed me to live to my current age, but that’s all. I don’t know if I can stand up anymore.”
His tone in the last sentence was still free and relaxed, but in the next sentence he sounded serious advice.
“But you may not have my luck, young gentleman. This city is cursed, and everything you get here will only harm you, if you don’t sink too deep. , we should first consider how to leave."
Lan En was silent.
The time of this night was interfered with, although Lan En didn't know whether this interference could control the rift in the sky caused by the surge of chaotic magic from another world.
But even if it can't be affected, he can't let the power of these gods and ghosts in Yanan penetrate.
This is the agreement he made with the lady in the lake.
"It sounds like you've been in Yharnam for a long time, Gilbert. I can't leave now. I have to find out something unusual. Can you give me a clue?"< br>
After a moment of silence, the old man in the window smiled indifferently.
"Hunter, hunter. Every hunter who comes to Yanan has a desire to realize, and they are persistent. How could I think that I could persuade you to leave?"
After laughing, Only then did Gilbert begin to respond to Lan En's inquiry. "Yharnam is so unusual, how could there be anything else? There is only blood, the weird blood of the Yharnam people. It is not the first time that they have been tortured by that blood, and this is not the first time such a hunting night has happened. But no one listens, no one will listen to a foreigner, haha, they would rather continue to be intoxicated in blood."
It’s exactly what Lan En thought. He has not been in Yanan since he was a child. No outsider who has grown up and accepted cultural influences will think that lycanthropy has nothing to do with blood.
Did Healing Church’s [Blood Therapy] establish a medical system for Yanan, or did it establish a disease transmission system?
Lan En has never been against speculating on a mature religion with the greatest malice.
If it were a religion that was primitive, full of humane touch, and free of strict dogma, there might still be some warmth left.
But a mature sect that has become a means of rule cannot be clean.
"Old Yharnam. That terrible fire, the terrible night of hunting, destroyed the whole of Old Yharnam. Today's Yharnam was newly built in a few decades. If you want to know For more information, you have to go to Old Yanan yourself or ask the old hunters who are still alive."
As he spoke, Gilbert started coughing again.
"Not all the people in Yanan are unconscious, ahem. Because the Healing Church sealed the exit of the town on the night when old Yanan was burned down. After they moved into the current Yanan, they were rejected for a while [Blood Treatment]. But that’s useless. The allure of [Blood Treatment] and the re-promotion of the Healing Church make personal rejection harmless.”
"That's all, young sir. My rotten brain can only remember so much. Please leave me alone and continue your busy work"
Gilbert emphasized to Lan again that there is no need to worry about it anymore he.
"I am a lucky man. I survived a terminal illness, I escaped from Old Yharnam, and I can even die as a human being instead of a beast. There is nothing more I can ask for, young sir."< br>
“This is for you, go and get busy.”
The window opened a crack, and an old and pale palm handed out a metal object.
Lan En reached out and took it.
This metal object looks like an old-fashioned air-pressure watering can, except for the flashy carved patterns on it that match the characteristics of the times.
The residual smell of gasoline on it told Lan that it was a flamethrower device.
"Thank you, Gilbert. I wish you. I wish you a happy life."
Lan En nodded. He didn't know how to say goodbye to a person who was about to die and accepted the status quo happily.
The old man in the window coughed and smiled.
"Ahem, ah~ That's great. I also wish you a happy life, kind hunter. It's been a while since I heard a greeting without 'blood', thank you, thank you"
In the room, the sound of the wheelchair sliding gradually became distant.
After Lan En put the flamethrower in his hand into the alchemical leather bag, he also pursed his lips and left.
In this never-ending night, people will die.
Whether he wants to find the power to stop time, or find the power that wants to pull him into a dream.
Everything in Yanan must be traced back to [blood] and the origin of [blood therapy].
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(End of this chapter)