Chapter 1277 1249. Mark the Priest
This night was much better than the hunting night that Lan En caught up with when he first arrived in the ‘future’ Yanan.
Except for the deathly and gloomy atmosphere of Old Yanan in the night, like a ghost story, we actually didn’t meet many lycanthropic patients.
This may also be related to the raging epidemic of gray blood disease, which has caused the total population to drop a lot.
It was already dark, and the witcher spent his first night in Old Yharnam safely.
In fact, Henryk had already stopped working when the night had just faded away and only a trace of white light appeared on the horizon.
Hunters are a formidable symbol. Although their job is to protect the town, their bloody and cold fighting style, as well as the ferocious traces left after the battle, cannot help but be repulsive.
So it is best for hunters to keep a distance from the public, hunt in the shadows, and disappear at dawn.
This is to prevent negative emotions from spreading in the city.
Henric took off the mask on his face, hung the saw knife behind his back, and put the hunter's musket back under his coat.
At first glance, he really looks like an ordinary person from Yanan who is just a little gloomy.
Lane's cloak covered his armor.
His size is nothing worthy of special attention in Yanan.
Whether it is the group of Sumeru descendants who were found by the Healing Church, or the stupid servants in Yharnan who do odd jobs for the townspeople.
They are not much different from Lan En in terms of body shape.
It's just that the body proportions are somewhat uncoordinated and deformed compared to those of a witcher.
The sky is slightly brighter, and the cold and wet fog that accumulated on the city ground at night is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The hazy and weird atmosphere is easing.
There are some scattered Yanan people who want to get up early and go out to make a living. They carefully open the door of their house a crack, poke their head around and look around, then put on their hats and hurriedly go out. Go to the street.
It seems that he doesn’t want to have any contact with anyone else.
Considering that in addition to lycanthropy, there is also a plague called gray blood disease in Yharnam, this state can be said to be very normal.
Henryk held his three-cornered hat and looked up at the dim light in the sky, then shook his head.
The night's work is over, and he is also getting himself out of the cold and precise working state of the Yharnam hunters.
“Let’s go.” He whispered to Lan En behind him, “Find that friend of mine and let’s go and take care of your business.”
“Now?”
The witcher raised an eyebrow.
The damp and cold fog was dissipating, and on the surrounding twisted and crowded Gothic buildings, several chimneys on the roofs began to emit white smoke.
“Isn’t it too early?”
“He is a cleric in the Healing Church who is responsible for hunter logistics. His work and rest are not much different from those of hunters.”
“Then Just go.”
Both Lan En and Henryk were quick and agile. Under the leadership of the Yharnam Hunter, Lan En was able to navigate around the densely packed buildings with twists and turns, narrow or wide, and completely irregular.
Mentos is recording the map in his mind based on the subject's senses, but it is very difficult.
It doesn’t matter if the arrangement of roads and buildings is complicated. Yanan is also very complicated on a three-dimensional level. There are so many buildings that use height differences to make it dazzling.
Just like now.
Henryk took Lan En through the lobby of a two-story residential building, and then went down a ladder to a dry ditch.
Walking along the canal, at the end is another three-story building with the first floor door opening into the canal.
The boots with dragon scale armor on the outside gently push away the weeds on the corners of the ditch.
This ditch looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, and the weeds are half-dead and withered yellow.
Some crows stayed on the wooden beams across the canal, quietly looking at the two people walking in the canal.
Henryk stepped forward directly, walked up the two steps outside the door, and knocked on the door with his leather-gloved hand. His voice was a bit dull, "bang bang bang".
After knocking on the door, he turned around without warning and began to play with the kerosene lamp at the door of the small building.
Wearing leather gloves, the Yanan hunter directly unscrewed the yellowed glass shade of the kerosene lamp along the threads, then pinched it in with two fingers, accurately extinguishing the quietly burning lamp. wick.
Hunters are not afraid of fire. If they are afraid of fire, they cannot hunt beasts with flames.
When the black smoke from the flame extinguished appeared between the two fingers holding the wick of the lamp, Henryk retracted his palm and screwed back the glass lampshade.
Lan En folded his arms and watched quietly from behind.
When I knocked on the door, I did the chores at the door. There is no doubt that this is something that only good friends do.
The strong wooden door opened from the inside, revealing a crack.
After seeing Henrik who had just screwed on the glass shade of the kerosene lamp, the whole door opened.
"Why are you coming to me if you don't rest now?"
There is a gloomy man at the door.
His hair was messy, his face was pale and expressionless.
Wearing the loose uniform of a clergyman of the Healing Church, a silk strip with proverbs printed on it hung vertically down his back. However, the hood of the uniform is not on the head, but hangs on the back.
In these days, it is undignified not to wear a hat.
Even the townspeople in Yanan who don’t live a very well-off life have to wear a hat at least.
Even the brim of the hat is already soft and shapeless.
Hunters even wear hats during hunting.
It is a characteristic of the times.
Although the man at the door sounded cold as if he were a stranger when he saw Henryk, he had no intention of wearing a hat. This was already an extraordinary acquaintance relationship.
“I owe a favor to a stranger who just arrived yesterday, and I have to pay it back.”
Henrik said as he stepped out of the way and walked into the house.
Lan En followed behind. As the Healing Church clergy looked at him, he lowered his head slightly and pulled sideways on the edge of the cloak, allowing himself to enter smoothly.
"The favor owed yesterday?"
The clergy of the Healing Church muttered in a low voice.
“It’s late at night? Outside? That’s a big debt.”
He is Henryk's friend. After a brief consideration of the situation, it becomes clear what the 'favor' in Henryk's words is.
The young 'old' hunter didn't notice anything and sat directly on the chair in the room, took off his hat and put it on the table.
Lan En also took a brief look around and found that this three-story building seemed to be rented out in different layers by the owner of the household.
Because this floor alone basically includes all living facilities. Bathroom, stove and so on.
If all three floors are usable space, this arrangement would be too cramped.
Henrik's friend obviously rented the bottom floor, where the door opens onto the first floor of the old water channel.
"I am Mark." The clergy of the Healing Church nodded to Lan En, "Thank you for saving Henryk once. He just became a hunter and was still too reckless."
In In Yanan, people's emotions always seem to swing between the two extremes of madness and callousness, and rarely stay in the normal middle.
Henryk, and Mark who said thank you.
He was clearly saying thank you, but both his expression and tone were as cold as if he was talking about a stranger.
Lan En, a normal person, always feels weird.
"Don't worry about it." But the witcher still perfectly controlled his expression and emotions without revealing anything. "As long as you help me get my identity, it's not a big deal to help me last night."
After Mark and Lan greeted each other, Henryk, who was sitting on the chair, started to point at two people. people.
"Lan En, a hunter who came to Yanan from a foreign country to seek [blood therapy], is very skilled."
"Mark, a clergyman of the Healing Church."
As the intermediary, he only left two words, and then Henryk seemed to have completed the task and stopped talking.
Mark seemed to be completely accustomed to Henryk's style.
"In other words, as a foreigner, you want to become a hunter in Yanan and strive for [blood therapy]?"
Mark said softly with a calm face.
Looks like he is no stranger to this kind of thing.
"Is it for these eyes? Oh, I'm sorry, I asked too much."
After apologizing expressionlessly, Mark continued.
"It's very simple. Now the church is expanding its recruitment in order to cope with the increasingly severe situation. I will go through some procedures for you, and you will soon be able to enter the queue for [Blood Therapy]."
"The queuing process?" Lan En himself stayed away from any blood from Yanan, but he keenly captured a word in Mark's words.
The demon hunter asked as if to inquire in passing: "Are there many people coming to Yanan to pursue [Blood Therapy]?"
"There are still those from outside like you, but holy blood is very scarce now."
Mark explained.
“Gray blood disease is too serious. In the end, [blood therapy] must be used to save lives. Otherwise, how should we treat this plague?”
Once there is a plague, there will be no medical resources. When enough is enough.
Although Lan En understands what Yanan's [Blood Therapy] is, in Yanan itself, this is definitely a treatment method that is revered and cherished.
"I'm not in a hurry." Lan En said indifferently, "This disease will not kill you for a while."
"But you want to apply [blood therapy] to all patients with gray blood? "
Mark nodded seriously, then shook his head.
“The church wants to save people, but it doesn’t have so many resources. In the end, we can only admit the most serious gray blood patients to the medical treatment hospital, and then use [blood therapy] to try to save them, which is also Also learn about the disease ”
(End of Chapter)