Chapter 404 403. Departure
“Is this what you got from this trip? That’s really a big surprise.”
Irene, the crow hunter, wandering near the Healing Church Cathedral As he was leaving, he happened to meet Lan En walking back from the Forbidden Forest.
Now the two of them were on Henryk's left and right sides, each holding one of his hands as they walked toward the Orton chapel.
At this time, the crow hunter was raising his finger and pointing at the huge blood-red moon in the sky, his tone unintelligible.
"Are you sure you have never seen a big moon like this in all the times you have gone back?"
Lan bore most of Henryk's weight, but he didn't think it was anything. Too big a burden.
On the contrary, the psychological pressure of not knowing whether he has done something good or done something bad with good intentions is the reason why he is struggling now.
“Never seen it before.”
Irene could also feel that the entire atmosphere in Yanan was becoming more sinister and weird because of the red moon above her head.
The lycanthropic patients on the road showed more deformed body features, the patrolling Sumeru Church guards, and the religious weapons in their hands made strange changes that were never seen before
It seemed that at that moment Under the illumination of the scarlet moon, the world that was originally invisible to ordinary people began to appear.
And the ‘originally invisible world’ is by no means a beautiful and peaceful place.
But Erin's tone was still a little more relaxed.
"This is a good thing, Lan En. At least in my opinion, weirder and more aggressive monsters are much easier to deal with than mindlessly repeating them for a long time."
"Time is starting to move forward again, which at least means that we still have hope of getting out of this night. Even if the road is more rugged and difficult, at least there is a way."
"Here we are, let this old guy Just lie down and have a good rest."
Just as he was saying this, Orton Chapel had arrived.
The sight of Lan bringing Henrik in frightened Viola and the two little girls.
He could only comfort him softly, saying that Henrik was accidentally knocked unconscious by the sleeping potion and that he would be fine after a nap.
This answer was a relief to the Gascoignes, who took Henrik to their shelter in the chapel, where they guarded him.
Another person came to the chapel, a blond beauty with a gorgeous appearance. She sat on the chair and bowed in Lan En's direction in a friendly manner.
This should be the woman who told him the location of the chapel in the church town.
Irene was already standing by the wall next to the red-robed witch, standing against the wall.
Lan En walked over, and the three people in the chapel who had stayed awake while constantly going back in time were here.
The red-robed witch didn't seem to be popular in Yanan, at least Lan En didn't see anyone approaching here.
So the three of them could have a private conversation in this small church as long as they lowered their voices.
Lan En first confirmed with the red-robed witch that a red moon had never appeared in Yanan in the past, nor had there been such a strange and dangerous atmosphere.
This was indeed an unprecedented change caused by him.
Time has indeed begun to flow.
The red-robed witch thought the same as Irene: no matter what, change is a good thing.
They have been wandering back in time for too long.
“This place has become a shelter for many people, all thanks to you.”
The red-robed witch suddenly said to Lan En sincerely.
Although her eyes were cloudy and white, she still tried hard to find Lan En's direction and thanked him.
It's strange that there is someone like her in Yanan.
A person helps others, but she, who has never been helped, is thanking the helper who has nothing to do with herself.
Lan En turned his head awkwardly and said polite words like 'nothing' and 'you're welcome'.
On the one hand, the young man was a little embarrassed to be thanked so much. On the other hand, her red robe always reminded Lan En of the great sage of the Mechanicus in [Memory Diving].
But for the red-robed witch, being able to identify the direction of Lan En was already the limit. It was impossible for her to see the strange expression on the young man's face.
"I'm so happy. You make me feel useful!"
The old voice contained a joy of finally being recognized, as well as sincere gratitude.
This strong emotion even allowed Lan En to get rid of the impression of Belisarius Caul's red robe at this moment. "You have done so much, and you have been kind to so many people. This is amazing, really! Not only because you are a hunter, but also because of your character, hehe."
In the end, it seemed that he subconsciously felt that it was wrong for a person like him to speak like this to the hunter. Their status was not equal. So the old man could only end with a shrinking sneer.
"It's just, it's just that it's probably a bit presumptuous to say that."
The red-robed witch said carefully and tentatively.
"Is it possible for us to become friends after dawn?"
"We are already friends." As the red-robed witch cautiously flinched, Lan En half He knelt down, held her hand with her skinny and disfigured hand, and spoke softly.
"You took care of them here too, those survivors. We helped them together, so we are already friends."
"But now I'm a little ashamed to be called a 'friend' by you, because I'm leaving soon."
Irene was leaning against the wall on one side, standing with her arms folded and her head bowed.
After hearing Lan En’s words, she raised her beak mask.
"Oh? Are you going back to your world?"
After saying that, without waiting for Lan En to respond, she expressed her understanding.
"It seems that your 'departure moment' has arrived. That shouldn't be under your control, right? That's good. You've done enough. It would be wise and safe to get out of this mud pit as soon as possible. "
The red-robed witch looked at Lan En with no change in her expression. She was still sincerely grateful.
Although Erin wore a mask, she didn't want the witcher to stay here and face trouble.
"Don't think too much, kid. This is not your responsibility. Just leave when you have to."
Lan En nodded silently.
"I will leave, but before I leave, I have to tell you the information I know. Although this night's retrospective is over, it is still very long."
Lan whispered about Master William Give him the information.
The desire of the ancient gods for the Son of God, the antagonism of many ancient gods intertwined with desire and jealousy, the followers who follow them, and this nightmare constructed by the ancient gods
Both of them quickly accepted the fact that they were in a nightmare.
After all, the current tragic situation in Yanan can only be described as a 'nightmare'.
In this night of endless hunting, no matter how shocking the news is, it becomes acceptable.
After explaining the information he held, Lan also said goodbye to the Gascoigne family.
And took off his full body armor and handed it over to Gascoigne and Henrik.
Wearing only the Gascoigne lining that he had worn during the previous break.
Most of this set of Advanced Bear School armor has been stained with the blood of the superiors from Spider Rom.
Lan En didn't want this kind of blood to flow into his world, and even if the armor fit well in terms of size, it was time to replace it.
It's time to say goodbye to it.
The witcher said goodbye to his new friends and walked back to the place where he first arrived outside of Yharnam.
The blood moon in the sky was huge. Lan En took out the resonant bell from the alchemy leather bag that was said to be able to 'let the ringtone penetrate dimensions', looked at it and then put it back again.
Time will show a wonderful state in nightmares. He will always have the opportunity to return to Yanan and face those ancient gods with lofty vision.
Finally, under the blood-red moonlight, the witcher disappeared into a scene like broken glass.
In the Orton chapel, Viola gathered up the heavy armor and placed it in the box next to her.
Perhaps this thick armor produced outside of Yharnam can help the two hunters she cares about in the future.
{Witcher armor: The armor of the stranger who came to Yharnam at the beginning of the night of hunting. It was stained with large pieces of blood, which seemed to the Yharnam people to be extremely sweet.
Can provide excellent defense and various resistances, but at the same time reduce speed and agility. If the user's strength and endurance are insufficient, the speed and agility will be greatly reduced.
In terms of shape, it is undoubtedly an old antique. Thick and sturdy, it seems to be made of beast materials that Yharnan does not have. But the style of this equipment really doesn’t match the hunters. If used forcefully, I'm afraid it will only become a drag.
And the blood stained on that armor. What did its previous user kill? }
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