Chapter 1297 1269. Falling Leaves Impulse
The female hunter who should have walked out of the research hall and followed the large army of old hunters to a big hunt somewhere outside Yharnam is now standing with a knife. In front of Lan En.
And the blades are facing each other.
That is a very beautiful knife.
But it is not the same type as the beauty of Lan En's Sword of the Lake Lady.
Even from the outside, Alondette has a sunny and noble beauty. No matter where you put it, it will not look out of place, but will only feel like an outstanding piece of art.
But Maria's knife is very suitable for herself and the whole of Yharnam.
It is a kind of gloomy and extravagant beauty. It's like a nobleman who has been eliminated by the times but is obsessed with the glory of the past.
The shape of the blade is similar to that of Arondette, with a smooth but not excessive arc, but the guard is a hemispheric guard commonly used for dueling swords.
After the weight ball on the handle, a short sword is attached, turning it into a double-headed sword.
【Falling leaves】.
Maria’s exclusive weapon is the weapon she brought from her hometown of Cainhurst.
But unlike the weapons favored by ordinary blood nobles, [Falling Leaves] does not require the use of blood power, but rather values the user's own skill and quality.
This is also one of the signs that Maria has different ideas from her relatives.
This was the first time Lan En saw the weapon on Maria's waist unsheathed.
"It's really cold."
The gloomy blade seemed to be stained with old blood. Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the person opposite.
As for Maria's emotion when facing the witcher, under the shadow of the three-cornered hat, her beautiful and cold face was filled with a sense of danger.
"Who are you?"
She repeated her question.
"The [Acceleration Technique] you showed at that moment. It's hard to find a second one in all of Yanan. And what you are doing now."
Maria looked to the side with cold eyes. He glanced cautiously and quickly at the patient on the hospital bed, then quickly turned back to Lan En.
"What did you want to do to him just now?"
"I just wanted to help him."
Lan En's tone was calm, but his brows were already lightly Wrinkled, and pressed his left hand on the hilt of the Lake Lady Sword at his waist.
"The church is helping him! And you" Maria's usually cold voice now had a rare fluctuation. "Have evil intentions!"
A 'hoo' sound!
The gloomy and flashy huntress disappeared like smoke! The one-shoulder cloak on her side made a trembling sound at the violent speed of movement!
【Acceleration】!
The hunters of Yharnam advocate ultra-high-speed transitions between offense and defense, and what enables them to do all this is their miraculous ultra-high-speed dodge.
It explodes with exaggerated instantaneous speed over a relatively short distance.
And [Acceleration Technique] is the ultimate sublimation of this technique by an old hunter who is obsessed with hunting day and night!
The moment Maria disappeared, Lan En quickly dodged backwards almost at the same time!
“Dang!”
The smoke that was rolled up due to the [Acceleration Spell] had not yet landed, and then a group of sparks spread in a circle in another direction!
【Dengli】!
The sparkling silver Lake Lady's Sword is pressed against the gloomy and luxurious [Falling Leaf] blade.
Lan En just dashed backwards in the same direction as the opponent, which greatly reduced the relative speed between him and Maria.
In the end, with little effort, he used the sudden flash of the sword to suppress the thrust from the opposite side.
“The knife is very fast, but with this technique that is so fast that even I would consider it excellent, your breathing is messed up.”
The witcher held the knife in one hand, lowered his head slightly and came closer to Maria's face, looking at her meaningfully.
“People with this technology can’t control their breathing. Why is that?”
“It’s because you want to hurt the patients here!” Maria clenched her teeth slightly. His teeth broke, "The Healing Church is the only hope for these patients to survive! And you want to destroy it!"
Maria is now sure that the terrifying oppression she felt towards Lan En was not an illusion at all. !
This man's power is like a terrifying beast!
Lan En was condescending, and the brim of his tricorn hat prevented him from seeing Maria's face.
But with a 'clang' sound, the sparks belonging to Yanan's deformed weapon suddenly flashed under the movement of mechanical deformation!
The short knife that was originally attached to the tail of the long knife was removed smoothly and directly by the huntress. Then the length and length were matched, and she had to use technical techniques to break away from Lan En's suppression.
The blades are intertwined with each other, and the up and down position and the force of suppression change each other in the exchange of swords between the two people.
The blades of the two long knives rubbed against each other, producing sparks of steel.
This process lasted for two seconds.
The reason it was only two seconds was because Lan En had already retreated.
And strangely enough, Maria, who was still very aggressive just now, maintained the posture of attacking, but her whole body froze.
"If you just want to get angry and use your hands to cover up your panic, then I can only play with you until here."
The witcher seems to have been in a different situation when the blades were facing each other just now. As if he existed, he put Alondette back into the sheath on his waist and spoke to Maria in a deep voice.
"It's okay to deceive yourself when you lose control of your emotions, but if you continue like this, then I think you will only get in the way if you stay here, so you'd better avoid it."
After saying that, Lan En started from the experiment again. Picking up a brass syringe on the table, he passed by Maria who was frozen with the knife without looking away, and walked towards the patient on the steel hospital bed. The brass needle was inserted into the patient's skinny arm, and then a little bit of the viscous gray-white blood was extracted with difficulty.
Behind Lan En, there was a crunching sound.
Lan En knew that it was the leather gloves squeezing and rubbing against the metal handle due to excessive force.
Then there was the sound of weapons being put away.
“I thought I thought these patients would really get better here.” Lan En was drawing blood with difficulty while listening to the voice behind him.
Maria's voice still contained rare fluctuations of emotion, but it was not the anger just now, but bitterness.
"I thought that as long as the patients here get through it, they will get better to some extent. At least it is better than waiting to die outside."
Lan En paused while holding the syringe. After a moment, the movement returned to smoothness and the needle was pulled out of the patient's arm.
He knew that there were not many people in this research hall who really cared about patients.
And those patients, when they were in so much pain that they wanted to hurt themselves or simply die, they would still curl up on the bed and shout Maria's name.
To be able to make patients who are basically worse than dead remember and talk about it like this. Lan En cannot believe that Maria did not devote her sincerity to the patients.
But precisely because Maria cared about and cared about those patients, she now broke into a laboratory she had never entered before. It was only when she saw this scene that she felt the most uncomfortable.
After watching this scene in the laboratory, who can say that the clergy care about the lives of their patients?
If it’s true that ‘in the process of researching and exploring the plague, there will inevitably be loss of life’, even Maria can accept this statement.
She will be sad, but understand.
But now the bodies of patients are piled on the ground like rotten pillows! No respect, no regret.
Just treat it as an object and use it nakedly! Throw it away or replace it after use!
She obviously just wants to take a look! Just take a look inside this locked laboratory separated by only one door!
Maria bit her lip, her leather-gloved hands unconsciously placed on her chest, and she clenched her clothes tightly.
“It’s not your fault.”
Lan held the syringe and steadily walked past Maria, who was standing blankly, and returned to the edge of the test table.
“You trust the church, but you don’t understand this knowledge, so you can only place your hope on them. This is not your fault.”
“But I comfort them, Let them be patient and give them hope that they can be cured here, but in the end they only get these more painful deaths.”
Maria's cold voice was trembling a little as she spoke in a low voice.
After a short silence, she took a deep breath.
The breathing was as deep as inhaling all the weird smell of medicine and the smell of the patient's blood in this laboratory into the lungs.
After taking a breath, Maria’s voice returned to its usual emotionless tone.
“I apologize for my impulsiveness.”
Maria regained her composure so quickly. Or rather, she suppressed the pain and sadness in her heart. Maria's performance made Lan En turn around slightly in surprise.
Facing the amber cat's eyes was a pair of cold blood-red eyes.
Maria’s current mental state is very dangerous.
The witcher was keenly aware of this, but then he sighed and shook his head.
How can a hunter from Yanan remain mentally healthy? More or less.
"I accept."
Lan En said while continuing the work at hand. He put the gray blood he had just drawn into a test tube, and then prepared to add his own alchemical reagents to it.
But before adding drops of reagent into the test tube, he turned around and asked.
"How many people outside have seen you coming back now?"
"Except for the Sumeru descendants at the stairs, no one has seen you." Maria shook her head, her mood still depressed. "Because I was wary of you, I quietly turned back halfway to take a look."
"I can probably feel how strong you are, so I also know that alarming others is equivalent to alarming you."
Is the first impression of myself not good, so I am becoming more and more suspicious in the future?
That’s normal.
Lan En thought in his heart.
Actually, this is also related to the tight time.
If things were not so urgent, then with Lan En's ability, he could slow down his pace so that no one would notice anything unusual about him.
Let alone Maria.
The witcher glanced at the huntress who was born in the blood noble family.
She looked cold and capable, but after being in the research hall for a while, she still just felt something was wrong with the clergy, and did not realize that the original purpose of setting up the research hall was wrong.
Dealing with Maria Lan doesn’t even seem like a problem.
(End of this chapter)