Chapter 1337 1309. Familiar People
After talking to Henryk for a while, Lan En had time to say a few words to the red-robed witch who had been sitting in her seat at the door of Orton Chapel. talk.
Words belonging to the ‘sober people’.
"You're back, Lan En? This is really not a good time. Hee, hee hee."
Already almost like a dead tree, the slender and deformed arms still seem to be Even though she was holding something in front of her, the red-robed witch still looked like an out-and-out dangerous person based on her appearance.
But fortunately, Lan En understood that underneath this terrifying appearance, there was a real and genuine warmth.
"I'll just pretend it's you saying hello to me."
The witcher waved his hands carelessly and half-crouched in front of the red-robed witch.
"I can't decide whether to come or not. I can't help myself, haha."
Yanan is in the blood moon, but Lan En is still moved by seeing his old friend. He was in a good mood and made a joke.
After the joke, the smile on the demon hunter's face faded, and he lowered his voice and asked in this empty chapel.
"How long have I been gone? How is the situation now?"
"The concept that normal people use to describe time has no meaning in Yanan now." The red-robed witch was as before , said weakly.
"Then use the amount of incense to express it." Lan En responded quickly, or in other words, this is the way to express time that he and Mentos discovered the last time they came to Yharnam.
In this city where even time is distorted and played with by the dreams of the ancient gods, people who are not awake only think that this is a long and cruel night of hunting, just one night.
As for the sober hunters, because they have been in a distorted time for too long, their own concept of time may have been forgotten.
Explain to them the concept of time like ‘one day, one month’, and they may be confused and unable to understand.
Sure enough, when it comes to the amount of incense, the red-robed witch has a lot of ideas.
Her fingers, which were like strange tree branches, pointed to the side of the Orton chapel.
“The jars and incense there are all empty.”
She couldn't hide her worry as she said it, and at the same time she clasped her hands together as if praying to something.
“Although Henrik, Gascoigne, and Irene all brought some back when they were hunting outside, it was still too little.”
“Since you finished Even if we go back in time, the incense here will not appear again.”
“Hey, Erin and I have been in the backtracking for too long, and we have forgotten that humans have left the backtracking in time. Normal life consumes a lot of things."
Lan En turned his head while he was squatting.
In the Orton chapel, nearly half of the small space is filled with large and small clay pots, all crowded against the wall.
The location pointed by the red-robed witch is a pile of medium-sized jars.
With just a quick glance, Mentos roughly calculated the amount of incense consumed based on the data.
“Half a year.”
Lan En estimated in his mind.
Although there were hunters who went out to look for supplies in the meantime, the amount was not large and it had no impact. It was only a difference of one or two months.
The situation is not optimistic.
This was the witcher's first reaction after estimating the time.
This is not because of the monster's ferocity or anything.
With Henrik, Gascoigne and Irene roaming here for a long time, there are not many monsters in Yharnam that can catch them.
These beasts don't care about strength and numbers to attack hunters, they have no brains.
What is really not optimistic is the remaining amount of supplies in the entire city.
The cityscape of Yharnam is similar to the Victorian era of the Empire where the sun never sets in Lan En's home world.
During this period, although the abundance of materials was much higher than before, there was no profound improvement in storage methods.
This night has lasted for half a year, and unlike before, time will be traveled back under the influence of [Stupid Spider] Rom.
Now, how much stuff is left in this city for living people to consume?
Just thinking about it, we all know that this is a problem that is not optimistic.
What is even less optimistic is that it can be expected that the situation in the future will only get worse, not better.
And this puts urgent pressure on all sober people all the time.
It is of course good to be freed from the endless backtracking and see changes in the long-term stability.
But once the traceback is broken, Yanan will have only one chance left to survive this bloody and bizarre night of hunting.
Once you fail, there will be no recovery.
"And it seems now," the red-robed witch said, and her face under the tattered red robe turned towards Maria and Adeline, who were gradually waking up.
"You have already been to the deepest and most dangerous nightmare, right?" "That is the deepest original sin of the hunters and the Healing Church." Lan En nodded while saying deeply Said, "Where is Eileen now? I was just trying to communicate the situation with her."
"Then you'd better wait here." The red-robed witch reminded, "She comes back very often. After all, Yanan may only be here, and she is still a little popular."
" If you go out to look for it, it will be difficult to miss it.”
But the first person to come back was not the awake crow hunter, but Gascoigne.
"Are you back?" The hunter, whose eyes were covered with white cloth, no longer wore the standard Yharnam hunter's coat.
Lan En tilted his head and looked at it, and found that he was on the upper body, as if he had attached the plates and other parts of the [Higher Bear School Armor] that he originally left here. On the body.
This greatly increases the defensive performance, but seems to be a bit of a drag on the Yharnam Hunter's signature ultra-fast fighting style.
However, considering that Gascoigne originally used a hunter's ax, which is a powerful and heavy type of transforming weapon, it might be quite appropriate?
“It’s really not the right time.” Gascoigne nodded to his wife, then sat on the steps next to Lan En and said, “Now Yanan is becoming more and more dangerous. It’s getting more and more depleted.”
“Look, I don’t even have the luxury to treat you to a meal.”
Lan En crossed his arms and looked down at this first meeting with ease. He was a foreigner hunter who was about the same height as himself.
"This is always the first thing you say when you see me." The demon hunter complained in a calm voice, "In this night, you can say something nice. Even just say it?"
"Anyway, I'm back, what else can I do?"
As he spoke, Lan En spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.
The [Smaug] armor on his body made a heavy and solid sound.
“How about the ‘old antique’ armor I left behind?”
Lan En raised his eyebrows and said.
“The style is indeed too old-school.” Gascoigne smiled and said, “But the thick deck does make people feel safe. It saved me several times on this hunting night. "That's it."
"The armor has to be easy to use, do you care if it's old-fashioned or not?" Henrik said, half lecturing and half unconvinced, as he passed by the two of them. "What's wrong with the old school? Huh?"
"It's good!" Gascoigne nodded immediately, "I said, the old school is good and reassuring."
"You Look at Lan En, he seems to be more exaggerated now.”
In fact, Lan En's [Smaug] heavy armor, designed by the leader of the second phase of the New World Survey Group, can be said to be very impressive in appearance.
Solid, angular to ferocious bone white overall, dragon skin skirt armor hanging from the waist
But being in the limelight is one thing, the design concept is still plate armor, heavy A style.
In the eyes of people of this period in Yanan, it still has the antique style of more than a hundred years ago.
It’s just that this ‘old antique’ appearance is very trendy.
Crow hunter Erin returned to Orton Chapel not long after.
She looked dusty and in a hurry as usual, and the crow feather cloak on her body became messy and tangled because it was stained with too much blood.
As soon as he saw Erin coming back, Lan stopped chatting with Gascoigne.
The witcher patted the hunter who had been a priest on the shoulder, and Gascoigne nodded appropriately.
Stop talking a lot because of seeing friends again on this hopeless night of hunting.
As before, Lan En, Erin, the red-robed witch, and the three sober people in the Orton chapel stood in a small area in the corner, talking in low voices.
"You came back."
"Yes, I came back at a really bad time." Lan En curled his lips and choked out when Irene was halfway through speaking, " This sentence is really standard for meetings now.”
But after he finished complaining, the demon hunter immediately became serious.
“I’m back anyway, meaningless emotions are no longer important. Let me tell you something first, Simon, a sober hunter, do you know him?”
The crow hunter was originally standing against the wall, using a rag to wipe his leather gloves, which were stained with a large amount of smelly blood due to the [visceral crit].
After hearing this name, the crow mask that looked like a medieval doctor lifted up.
"Simon? Did you meet him first when you came back this time?"
"It seems that you do know each other." Lan En nodded.
“The number of backtrackings has been so many that no one can remember.” Irene said not surprisingly, “A sober hunter, as long as we haven’t lost our sobriety, we all know each other’s existence to some extent. .”
"But I remember that he has been obsessed with a deep and terrifying nightmare, and wanted to find out the truth in that nightmare."
Speaking of this, Irene unconsciously felt bitter or indifferent. chuckled.
"But there's nothing surprising. People like us, if we don't cling to something, we won't be able to survive."
Speaking, Erin had time. Looking past Lan En's figure, he tilted his head and looked at the two more figures who appeared in the Orton chapel.
She was obviously silent for a while even though she was wearing a crow mask.
Obviously, Maria's appearance is still very obvious. Even though she has been dead for a long time in normal time, Irene still remembers or has heard of such a hunter.
(End of this chapter)