Chapter 1292 1264. The sense of oppression in the master-disciple relationship
Lan En had no way to relieve the pain of these patients, although he wanted to do so.
But the various weirdnesses of gray blood disease and Yanan himself left him helpless against the wails and cries of these patients.
Under Lan En's observation, it seems that the pain of these patients is not purely physical, and can be solved by taking painkillers or hallucinogens.
If the problem can be solved so easily, then the clergy in the research hall definitely don't want to call in hunters to assist them in their work.
Especially an elite hunter like Maria.
"Ms. Maria?" Adeline, who was helping to move things in the research hall, took the time to talk to Lan En beside her. "The senior clergy must be more polite to her than to you. Don't worry about it."
The Saint of Blood said with an enthusiastic smile.
“Although they are all ordinary hunters outside the direct jurisdiction of the church, Ms. Maria’s teacher is the [first hunter] Geman!”
“Even if you don’t look at it, Ms. Maria’s outstanding performance and elegant temperament, just because of this relationship, everyone will be more polite to her. Although she may not care at all.”
Adeline also seemed to be complaining a bit at the end.
But after the cleric who was moving things in front said hello, the enthusiastic Blood Saint quickly nodded to Lan En, and then trotted to follow.
But Lan En, who got the news from this chat, just lowered his head and chewed a name.
[The First Hunter]. Geman?
The demon hunter has never heard of this name, and has little knowledge of it. He only knows that the so-called [First Hunter] is the founder of the hunter profession in Yanan.
But inexplicably, even though Lan En has never heard of it, he feels that he is somewhat familiar with this [First Hunter].
Subconsciously, Lan En touched his neck.
When the touch of [Smaug]'s gauntlet reached the skin of his neck, he was shocked to realize what he had done subconsciously.
This is almost an unprecedented abnormality due to his physical self-control.
Unless he really remembers a certain moment that he no longer remembers.
Putting down his hand, Lan En squinted at the palm that had touched his neck unconsciously, then shook his head and put it down again.
But there was still too little information. He only got the name of the rumored [First Hunter]. He didn’t even know his appearance or characteristics. Even if he had seen him somewhere before, how could he get the right number? ?
Shaking his head, he marked this strange feeling of familiarity and sealed it into Mentos's database, monitored by the biochemical intelligence brain.
Under the dim kerosene light, Lan En could only judge the sky color by studying the stained glass window high in the hall.
Maria returned to the research hall only when dusk was approaching night.
And this female hunter who was born in the blood noble family, after returning, asked Lan En to finish her first day of work as a hunter in Yharnam on the grounds that she had more people and could take a break.
But Lan En tilted his head and looked at the blood-red pupils facing him under the three-cornered hat, and immediately understood that this was the hunter's wariness against him.
To be honest, as long as there is a [blood collection bottle], hunters only need to insert a needle, and even the torn aorta will grow back in the blink of an eye, and the broken bones will have 'karaka' La' bone stubble can return to its original position without any force.
The spirit is high, as if the vitality is being continuously replenished into the body.
It is a bit difficult to rest. After young Henryk gave himself an injection, there was no need to rest at all. It was just because it was dawn and the hunter had to return to the dark in front of the residents. , he just went home according to the rules.
So when we talk about rest, among the Yharnam hunters, it generally means "take a shot [blood collection bottle]".
Only hunters who work for the Healing Church and can gain additional gains in hunting can have such luxury.
For blood saints like Adeline, the blood they produce is limited after all.
Yharnam hunters can get a regular supply, while other Yharnams may take a long time to get a bottle.
It is impossible for them to use the whole bottle of these precious sacred blood in a luxurious manner. They usually store it or dilute it with alcohol for a small indulgence.
If a hunter finds a lycanthrope's collection during the hunt, it becomes his own.
Lan En frowned, but still took a step back under Maria's gaze.
He nodded and walked towards the door of the research hall.
It seems that he has obeyed Maria's request and is ready to leave and rest.
As the tall and strong figure gradually faded away, Maria pressed her tricorn hat down and finally let out a breath from her cold and thin lips.
"Hoo~"
The eyes under the brim of the hat are deep.
Lan En can feel Maria's fighting level from her daily pace and rhythm. But can’t Maria feel his level?
When Lan En followed her and briefly inspected the research hall, Maria felt that the thin and weak hairs on the back of her neck stood up!
It was precisely because of the tremendous pressure coming from behind that she accidentally let the musket hidden under her one-shoulder cloak be exposed while walking.
Maria could only feel the tall man behind her, who looked like a descendant of Sumeru, and his breathing was steady and scary.
Although because of this stability, objectively speaking, his breathing was not loud or deep.
But for a person with a high level of skill and sensitive senses like Maria, she only felt that every breath of Lan En seemed to move the surrounding air in a circle with a radius of two meters!
It is precisely because there is so much air being moved that, on average, those who are slow cannot feel the horror of this breath!
Breathing with such intensity is rare even among the ferocious and terrifying beasts of Yanan!
Coupled with Lan En's behavior when he saw Maria, the combination made the blood noble even more wary.
But this situation is exactly what Lan En wants. The demon hunter who walked down the stairs outside the main entrance of the research hall did not seem to be temporarily removed. He seemed at a loss and didn't know what to do or where to go.
Lan En just looked left and right in the sunset in Yanan, and seemed to have determined his direction and goal.
He went all the way down the stairs without stopping, turning left and right before disappearing into the crowded and confusing roads of Yanan.
Mentos provided real-time route guidance on Lane's retina, and finally stopped at a fork in the road.
Lan En's location is on top of a dirt slope, which just meets a brick road going down.
At this time, the sunset in the sky of Yanan, which for some reason always had a turbid feeling, began to shine down.
The city has changed from the hustle and bustle of the day to quiet, even dead.
Because the coming of darkness is a clear signal for Yanan.
A danger sign.
——If you don’t want to die, just go home.
So those who can still remain calm and walk around in the streets of Yanan at this time can basically assume that they are not ordinary people.
In the silence of no one, Lan En casually picked at the diseased and wilting weeds on the roadside with his toes. His ears twitched slightly at first.
Then my eyes moved from the ground to the intersection between the dirt slope and the path below.
At the same time, his steps slowly started and he walked downwards.
When we were approaching the intersection, another footsteps came faintly from not far behind.
Lan En didn't seem to care, and continued walking along the road after descending the slope.
But the footsteps behind him paused for a moment, and then shouted hesitantly.
".Lan En?"
Hearing Henryk's young voice, the witcher turned his head pretending to be confused, and happened to see a hunter dressed the same as before approaching from behind.
“Ah, it’s Henrik!”
The witcher looked relieved.
Through the Emperor's Children's gifted negotiation ability, Lan En's performance was very natural.
It vividly expresses the sense of security of seeing a few acquaintances in a strange and complicated city.
"What a coincidence! I'm a little dizzy right now!"
He shrugged and said luckily.
But it’s not a fluke at all.
He knew in advance the scope of Henryk's work at night through the first meeting and conversation at night in Old Yharnam.
Later, when Mark was getting him familiar with Yanan, he briefly asked him, seemingly casually, what a new hunter like him who had joined the church would be sent to do.
Mark still emphasized at the time that he probably lowered his recruitment standards because the church was short of manpower.
So he probably won’t do the work that mature church hunters would do, and most likely will do the same work as ordinary hunters first.
That is to say, 'fill the gap caused by the large number of elite hunters and suppress the threat of regular lycanthropy patients in Yharnam'.
According to Lan En's understanding of Henryk, his good friend has just become a church hunter. Although he has become a hunter not long ago, he is more experienced than the other person.
Of course Henrik would be inclined to form a team and take care of each other during the night in Yharnam.
Just like when he teamed up with 'Future' Gascoigne.
What if you just take care of Mark for a few days and let him gain some experience?
Of course Henrik would do that.
So Lan En only needs to pick a path that must be passed between the two of them and wait.
The reason why the witcher did this was that he actually wanted to use this time to chat with Henrik.
The truly useful information and intelligence actually only requires a few sentences.
"Are you lost again?" Henryk looked at the other person up and down coldly at first, but he said with concern, "Didn't I ask Mark to take care of you? I haven't stayed in Yanan for a few days. You are really brave enough to dare to walk around on your own."
Lan En smiled slightly embarrassed but not too panicked.
"I remember the general direction, but there were a few forks that confused me."
Then, Lan En vaguely named a few landmark locations, which made me confused. Henrik didn't have any trouble figuring out where he was 'lost'.
In the next two or three sentences, the route was clearly explained.
But what Lan En really wanted to ask was hidden in the pleasantries after the road was pointed out.
(End of this chapter)