Chapter 378 377. Church Agent
“Sir, can you talk to me nicely?”
Lan stood outside a door with a warning light on, facing into the house people talking.
His words seemed to touch upon some misunderstanding, causing the men in the room to laugh harshly.
"Ha! Foreigners are all evil-minded, and you still expect decent people in the city to talk to you nicely? Oh, my lord, do you still want me to open the door, okay? Let you share a safe room with me on this hunting night?”
The man in the room sneered.
"The strangers brought the plague, you should 'enjoy' this hunting night! Country bumpkin!"
Lan En scratched his cheek expressionlessly.
The ‘enthusiasm’ of the Yanan people is really hard to refuse no matter how many times you experience it.
"If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will smash the warning light at your door and pour a thick layer of monster blood on your door."
When the young man's plain voice sounded again, the mean and strange laughter in the room stopped abruptly like a duck with its throat twisted.
"You! How dare you. Me."
The sense of superiority of 'I am safe, you are not safe' on the night of hunting collapsed in an instant. The fear of killing the night was aroused.
“I came to Yanan to ask for nothing from you, and I don’t owe you anything. I am different from those foreigners who pointed to Yanan to save lives, sir.”
Lan En’s hands He hugged his chest and said softly, but his calm tone made people in the room no longer dare to speak rudely.
"I'm just a passerby. You can't expect a passerby to maintain a high moral standard in a strange city, right? The world is probably not that good yet."
Lan En paused and let the room stand. The man inside has had time to digest his emotions.
"So, can you answer the question well?"
"Yes, yes, sir."
When he said 'sir', his tone remained the same. Difficulty, obviously calling a foreigner "sir" is not what he wants.
But that's not important. Lan En doesn't expect to have a good relationship with him, he just wants him to answer questions.
Soon, amid the hesitation caused by psychological barriers, the man pointed out the way to the cathedral for Lan En.
The road conditions in Yanan are too complicated. Even though the cathedral stands high up there, Lan En still has the athletic ability to climb up to the roof, but he can't find the way.
The architects in Yanan can be said to be of very high standard.
After asking questions, Lan En turned around and left. He is not so stingy as to lure a lycanthropic patient to someone else's door just because of a few curse words.
At most, just stay away.
A few steps away from the foul-mouthed man, there were also residents on the other side of the alley.
Most of the windows were dimmed, but there was one with a warning light on.
Lan En knocked on the door while passing by.
"If you, gentlemen or ladies, feel that you can't endure it at home tonight, you can go to the Orton chapel and take a refuge. There is plenty of incense there."
A surprised female voice came from the room.
"Oh? Sir, why are you... No, thank you for the notice. I thought you were that kind."
Lan En understood what she meant.
"I'm not a natural-born killer, ma'am. And I'm not going to get mad at you just because you live close to someone who scolded me. Do you understand?"
"Heh. , I understand, my good sir.”
The voice of the woman in the room became relaxed, with a charm that had become a habit.
“It’s not easy to meet kind-hearted people at this time. Orton Chapel? I know. Thank you for informing me. The rate of consumption of incense tonight really scares me. Wait until the hunting After the killing night, if you are interested in taking care of my business, I will give you a good discount."
When talking about 'business', the woman's tone is very ambiguous, which makes people think.
Prostitute?
Lan En whistled silently.
It's really rare that Yanan, who is always showing weirdness and abnormality, can actually feel relieved to see a regular staff member, Lan En, who originally had no interest in it. It seems that the obsession with blood has not completely monopolized every desire of the Yannan people. At least the old perverts still retain other entertainment projects.
Lan En could not have imagined that he would actually feel relaxed because he saw a familiar type of work in a strange world.
After giving directions, Lan En finally succeeded in walking up the stairs in front of the cathedral.
This staircase is wide and high, setting off the grandeur of the cathedral above the stairs.
The church door is also large, at least allowing those giant Sumeru people to pass through easily.
The Gothic style of the church itself makes it appear complex, exaggerated, and sacred.
Lan En has no attainments in architecture, so he stepped forward without hesitation and started pushing the heavy door, allowing it to open a gap that allowed normal people to pass through.
There are no Sumeru people patrolling in front of the church, nor are there any lycanthropic patients running around.
This gives it a rare tranquility on a hunting night.
But in a noisy and chaotic night, having peace itself seems so abnormal.
The soles of Lan En's boots stepped on the marble steps, making crisp sounds.
The sound echoed in the church, seeming distant and empty.
At the porch when you first enter the church, there are two rows of strange statues standing on both sides.
The limbs are abnormally proportioned, the head is like a hollowed-out walnut, and the hand is holding a golden decorative spear.
This monster is the blood source of the Healing Church? That ancient god?
No, not like that. As the main object of belief, the ancient gods should be placed in the most important and eye-catching position in the church. These are just a group of gatekeepers.
But even so, this group of goalkeepers was enough to give Lan En a preliminary understanding of the Healing Church's beliefs.
Unlike the Meritelli faith in the magical world, the Healing Church does not seem to care at all about the appearance modification of the objects of belief.
The weird ancient god made him appear weirdly. The believers who have tasted the blood therapy will not give up the enjoyment of blood therapy just because the statue of the god is weird.
When he walked into the church hall, Lan En saw the most conspicuous sculpture on the altar.
It was a headless woman with angel wings, holding a water bottle and watering it down.
The meaning is unknown.
But right in front of the statue, a thin figure in white robes was curled up and kneeling on the ground, reciting some kind of prayer. There was only a small candlestick beside him.
The sound of the prayer was muffled under the architectural structure of the church, so that even the demon hunter's extraordinary senses could not fully hear it.
Vaguely, only a few words were captured by Lan En.
“Pursue the holy blood. However, mortals must be careful”
“You are so immature and weak, you must always be wary of those blasphemous monsters whispering to you and tempting you to fall. Entering the abyss. Mortals need to pay attention."
"If you lose your sense of awe, no one will lament for you anymore."
Lan En's face turned cold, and he walked towards you without changing his pace. Walk in the direction of the church agent.
"So."
The calm and calm voice echoed in the church.
“You and the Healing Church actually know that blood will give birth to monsters. Right?”
“Then you still promote [Blood Therapy] throughout Yharnam, just for the people They said, 'Be more vigilant', and then they didn't care about the risk of blood at all. Is that right?"
The sound of the steel blade being pushed out of the scabbard came from Lan En's waist. Comes out crisp and cold.
The prayers suddenly stopped.
The agent turned around while maintaining his kneeling posture, looking at the intruder with his eyes under the pure white hood.
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(End of this chapter)