Chapter 387 386. Walking Together Again
Nothing of value was discovered by Lan En in this abandoned workshop of the hunters.
After putting the old hunter's leg bone with traces of the use of [Acceleration] in his pocket, he put the doll into the alchemy leather bag.
Thanks to the fact that the doll's body is very easy to fold, otherwise less than half of the two cubic meters of the alchemy leather bag would have been used up at once.
This doll is already a work of art.
When Lan En collects weapons and equipment from other worlds to satisfy his collecting habit, art is also a good collection object.
And the production technology embodied in this doll can also be called "groundbreaking" for the magic doll industry in the magical world.
Although Lan En felt that she would not let those golem researchers dismantle her.
After all, she looks perfect and deserves to be admired repeatedly in the window.
“Further up this tower is the territory of the choir”
Coming out of the abandoned hunter's workshop, Lan En looked back at the entire tower.
Now the night sky in Yharnam has turned into a strange, surging cyan.
That should be the phenomenon of the moonlight being refracted by the rolling clouds.
At least Lan En is more willing to let himself believe that this is the reason than being 'distorted by the power of the ancient gods'.
And the tip of the tall tower reaches straight into the sky, and the spire of the Gothic building is like a needle piercing the sky.
According to the introduction of the old hunter Henrik, the upper level of the church town has been occupied by the choir.
The witcher turned and left, with no intention of heading higher.
What the old hunter said is at least one thing right: he is a foreigner who will leave sooner or later, so it is better not to get too involved with the complicated local forces unless necessary. It is best not to even name him. Don't remember.
This way you can walk without worries.
When Lan En returned to Orton Chapel again, he saw that Henryk was fully dressed again and equipped with his own weapons as a hunter.
It looked like he was going to do something big.
"We agreed to hunt a wild beast together. You must have remembered it, right?"
The old hunter's saw blade was in his hand like an arm, even if he was holding it The wrist turns used to restore the feel of the grip are very technical.
Lan En is not a person who can keep his words, but now he is crossing his arms and frowning at Henrik who is getting ready to go.
“If you are just hunting a beast, I have no problem, but your current equipment does not look like it is meant to deal with a beast.”
When he said 'one end', Lan En's tone became more serious.
Henryk looks a lot bloated now, that's because his khaki hunter leather coat is already filled with small props.
The indispensable blood collection bottles for the Yannan people, the cartridge belts containing mercury bullets, and some bottles and jars that Lan En has not come into contact with yet so that he does not recognize them.
This does not look like a swift and agile Yharnam hunter, but rather like a traditional hunter who is preparing to play 'hide and seek' with his prey in the forest for ten days and a half.
"Wait to clean up the beast on the bridge." Henrik straightened the bullet belt in his coat and straightened his hat. "I'll go with you to Byron Weiss."
Lan En's brows wrinkled: "Don't be joking, Henrik. You are inseparable here."
"Do you think I am joking?"
Henric asked seriously.
"Gascoigne is a good hunter, he can handle it. On the contrary, you, who are unfamiliar with the place, have to run outside the city of Yharnam. Do you know how difficult the road outside the city of Yharnam is?" "
"You want to explore the knowledge about your [Spiritual Vision], but you need at least someone to bring you into Byron Weiss? That place has been closed for decades."
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Henryk didn't know that Lan En went to Byron Weiss mainly to investigate the ancient gods' manipulation of time and to make time flow again.
He only thought it was the novel feeling of [spiritual vision] that drove the young man to continue exploring in depth. But regardless of whether Lan En's actions helped them or not, Henrik decided to do him a favor.
The old hunter felt that he owed Lan En, so he planned to pay it back now.
After all, in his eyes, the young man is a foreigner who will leave at dawn and may never see him again for the rest of his life.
Lan En had no choice but to spread his hands. Having an acquaintance to lead the way is indeed very important in terrain like Yanan.
The two of them were walking through the streets of Yanan.
With a local as a guide again, Lan En felt that they were walking extremely smoothly.
Soon, they walked out of the church town from the cemetery of Orton Chapel and came to the stone bridge in front of the gate of the church town.
The bridge that once erupted in riots and massacres in the early days of the Hunting Night has now become peaceful.
The torn human body has been picked up by various animalized patients.
The four-wheeled carriage on the road fell crookedly, and the suitcases and various belongings were scattered on the road, no one cared about it.
The belly of the horse pulling the cart was broken open, exposing its ribs and internal organs.
But the lycanthropic patients don’t seem to be very interested in animals. In comparison, they want to bleed the humans in Yharnan.
The smell here is already very unpleasant.
On the night of the hunting, more than ten pieces of incense were burned in the Orton chapel, which meant that these corpses and blood had been lying outside for more than ten nights.
Henric and Lan walked cautiously among the scattered carriages and luggage.
The degree of decomposition of these corpses obviously conflicts with his concept of time.
But because of the power of [conscious interference], he just felt something was wrong, but had no intention of delving into other aspects.
Lane grabbed Henrik behind an overturned carriage.
The young man said nothing when facing the old hunter who turned around. He just raised his head and pointed to the tall pillars on the side of the bridge with his chin.
Henryk's eyes were narrowed by the three-cornered hat and mask, and he looked at the huge beast squatting on the pillar with a complicated expression.
The monster was about the same size as Amelia after she turned into a beast, but it didn't have the holy white hair, and looked more like an ordinary lycanthropic patient.
Its left hand became abnormally enlarged, even to the extent that it hindered the balance of the body.
The huge claws lightly brushed against the stone pillars, leaving several deep marks.
There are forked antlers on the head.
Although he is huge, standing at a high place, ordinary people do not have the extraordinary senses of a demon hunter, nor the subtle sense brought by [spiritual vision]. They probably will not notice that there is a huge one above their heads. The beast is staring at the bridge.
"It seems that you have an unusual relationship with that beast."
Lan lowered his voice and spoke calmly behind Henryk.
"Want to share something? It will make you feel better if you talk about it, usually. But if you don't want to talk, I don't have a problem with it, and we can get ready to work."
Henrik's mask rose and fell as his mouth opened and closed several times.
But the old hunter didn't say anything after all. After sighing, his eyes became cold again.
"Use fire paper, Molotov cocktails and Molotov cocktails. Let this hunt end quickly. He is afraid of fire."
Yarnan's hunters have always been ruthless when hunting.
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