Chapter 1281 1253. The Remaining Son of God
This meeting was actually just a joint operation between the Healing Church and Baron Weiss, to notify the hunters who were the main force of the operation.
Whether Maria has doubts or not, the action itself will not stop because of anyone's suspicion.
This may be my last chance after all.
Lawrence's hands were supporting the stone table of the podium, and even though his fingers were grabbing the edge of the stone table, he could not stop trembling slightly.
It's like the brain has seriously lost control of the tiny muscles in the fingers.
But under the large and complicated robes worn by the archbishop, no one has seen this scene yet.
The stone table on the pulpit was originally used by clergy to place doctrinal texts on it when they preached doctrine to believers.
But now, Lawrence was holding on to the stone table, his head lowered and motionless.
The standard calm and gloomy face of Byron Weiss scholars was just staring blankly at the empty stone table.
But no one felt anything was wrong. In Yanan, there was no need to make a fuss about everything and get to the bottom of it.
The doors of the cathedral are reopened.
Most of the hunters, covered in the strong stench of beast blood, filed out without saying a word.
Like a group of black carrion crows.
Most of the hunters have left.
They need to prepare their hunting weapons and hunting props to prepare for the big hunt that is about to begin.
Be prepared to enjoy the wanton spilling of blood with all your heart, and be prepared to think of ways to make the blood spill more and thicker.
Most of the hunters grinned silently.
Chiara is one of the few people with a serious face.
Maria, who was walking at the end, looked back at the closing church door.
In the shadow of the three-cornered hat, she saw the scholars and senior clergy who were talking to each other also leaving.
Only the two first hunters and the archbishop were still at their starting positions, silently watching others leave.
With a "crunch", the church door was closed again.
The sound of people's footsteps tapping away on the cathedral floor echoed, but became lighter and lighter.
It wasn't until there was no more sound that Ludwig spoke and broke the silence.
"Lawrence." He looked worried and looked at the podium, "Are you okay?"
Although the archbishop remained motionless as a whole, cold sweat had gathered on the tip of his lowered nose. , and dripped down directly, smashing to pieces on the stone table with a 'clap' sound.
"You're not in the right state."
Ludwig said worriedly.
"No, it's nothing." But Lawrence waved his hands immediately. Although he was a little out of breath, he still insisted, "I'm just, just a little tired. Gray blood disease involves most of the church's energy. But I also have to take care of our sacred blood.”
Just too tired?
Ludwig frowned, but in the end he just nodded and said nothing more.
If you are just overworked, then just do a few more [Blood Therapy] sessions and it will be fine, right?
The church’s number one hunter suppressed the inexplicable feeling of ‘something was wrong and panicked’ that emerged in his heart.
[Blood Therapy] is the panacea for life.
As long as you accept the abundant power in [Holy Blood], your vitality, energy, and vitality will all become brand new.
Everything that is like a new life is just a bottle of [Holy Blood] injected into the body.
Ludwig did not believe that with such magical power, there would be anything that could not be solved.
Grayemia is terrible only because the Healing Church cannot give every Yharnamite a copy of [Holy Blood]. Otherwise, what is the plague?
The steadfast belief in the teachings of the Healing Church prevented Ludwig from asking further questions.
"Where is Brado?" And in the cathedral where there were only three people left at this time, Lawrence no longer concealed his current bad state.
He held the stone table with one hand and covered his forehead with the other and asked in a muffled voice.
It looked like he had a headache and was about to vomit.
“I don’t know.” Ludwig was stunned for a moment, and then said as if he was remembering, “I haven’t seen him for a long time. Isn’t this the mission you assigned him? ?”
In fact, Brado only accepted Lawrence’s task.
Although Brado is a foreigner who came to Yanan to seek [blood treatment], he has a very good relationship with Lawrence.
In the days when Lawrence established the Healing Church after breaking away from Byron Weiss, this was one of his few friends.
So although there is no formal identity or position, everyone knows that basically Brado's tasks are directly what Lawrence needs him to do.
Brado is not a church hunter, but he is more like Lawrence’s regular cooperative hunter.
Holding a unique one-handed hammer called the [Blood Sacrifice Knife] as a weapon.
No one should know where he is and what he is doing better than Lawrence.
Lawrence himself also reacted, and he was stunned for a moment.
Yes, it is true that he should know best where Brado is, and why now.
And just when Lawrence felt that he was getting more and more headaches and confused, an old voice echoed through the church. "Brado is hunting a monster that knows how to escape."
The brim of Geman's bowler hat cast a shadow, making it difficult for the other two to see his expression clearly.
He said to himself.
"That will take a lot of time. He is very busy recently."
This is very wrong.
Why does Geman, who has been silent for a long time, know about Brado? He shouldn't even know about Brado as a hunter.
Why did Germann know where Brado was even better than Lawrence?
The logically and informationally impossible thing happened.
But whether it was Lawrence or Ludwig, they both seemed to be stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, he accepted Geman’s statement without any hesitation.
Lawrence, who was covering his head, seemed to feel a little better. He shook his head and put down the hand covering his head.
"No matter what, the hunting target this time is very dangerous."
Lawrence said meaningfully to the two hunters he trusted at this time.
"I understand." Ludwig said directly, "You even found Mr. German. I can't imagine what kind of monster would need so many hunters. But no matter what, I And the church hunters will persevere to the end.”
“But things are not that simple, Ludwig.”
Lawrence’s eyes were still calm, even though he was feeling uncomfortable just now. The veins on his neck popped out.
"Those scholars who came out of Byron Wesley," Lawrence glanced vaguely in the direction of the scholars leaving, "you don't need to protect them too carefully during the hunting process."
"They all They were once elites of Byron Weiss, and they were very good in academics, [Arcana], and combat. If you were in trouble, you could even use them as powerful hunters to command you. Do you understand what I mean?" br>
In the echoing cathedral, the echoes gradually became deeper and deeper, and finally disappeared completely, falling into silence.
Ludwig slowly frowned.
“You said ‘was’?”
Obviously, the meaning revealed in this word was very complicated, but Ludwig still understood it.
That group of scholars did not actually represent Byron Weiss as people thought. Most likely, like Lawrence, he was a deviant from Master William's academic research path.
But they don’t stand together with the Healing Church, that is to say
A third party?
And Lawrence made it clear that Ludwig needed to preserve his own strength during the hunt and use the opponent's strength. The intention of prevention was already obvious.
"This is obviously not honorable, and I don't know what the dispute is between you. But I will still do it."
The first hunter of the church raised his head and stared at the archbishop on the podium.
“But I need you to promise me and my church hunters that everything we do will definitely save the lives of the people in Yharnam.”
Lawrence didn’t even think about it for a moment. There was no hesitation at all. Although he was weak, he still expressed his attitude decisively.
"Of course, Ludwig. I promise you, and all the Church Hunters. We will save Yharnam."
That attitude was incredibly clear, unerring, and resolute.
So despite the difficulty, the church’s first hunter still nodded with his lips pursed, turned around and left.
His reputation and spirit are things that can be discarded compared to the numerous residents of Yanan and the Healing Church’s vision of using the sacred blood to spread relief.
And just after even the church’s number one hunter left.
Geman, who was sitting on the bench, folding his arms and letting the shadow of the brim of his bowler hat cover half of his face, spoke quietly.
"You are still so cold, Lawrence."
German smiled at the corner of his mouth.
“There wasn’t even the slightest hesitation when he lied.”
“He doesn’t even know what we are going to hunt in that small fishing village even now.”
“That is a living Son of God!”
Facing the ridicule of his old friend, Lawrence closed his eyes and shook his head: "In order to get the body of the Son of God, it is worth whatever we pay for it."
"Think about it, Gehrman. You witnessed it with your own eyes. The old guy who has understood our development process.”
“Since Byron Weiss found the ruins of the Sumeru people from the underground labyrinth, and found the remains of the gods from the ruins, science, Arcana, medicine. We have experienced explosive growth!"
"And that remains were discovered and studied by them even before the demise of the Sumeru civilization. Years passed before we discovered it?”
Lawrence’s grip seemed to suddenly become stronger, and his hand holding the stone table actually made a crunching sound.
And his tone seemed to become more intense because of this.
"The remains of the god have been 'chewed' several times! Another rotten leftover! And now...a living son of god!"
"As long as I get it He, how far will we push the evolution of mankind?"
(End of this chapter)