Chapter 1349 1321. Recalling Responsibility
The old hunter's face, which had always been calm and indifferent, was suddenly startled, but soon returned to normal.
There was just a look of reminiscence unique to the old man in his eyes.
"Well, yes." He muttered vaguely, but without much hesitation, "I am Henrik, Ms. Maria."
Looking at Mary Anna was in a trance, feeling unrealistic, and Henrik smiled indifferently.
Even seeing a person who died many years ago appear with the same face as when he was young in the past would be unrealistic.
Not to mention putting yourself in Maria’s shoes.
"Decades have passed since the day you died. Isn't it normal for me to be like this?"
"Normal." The huntress murmured in a low voice, as if she was speaking at the same time. Convincing herself, "Yes, this is normal."
She was persuading herself, but this unrealistic feeling still haunted her.
After all, from her perspective, she had just spent the burning night that destroyed old Yharnam with Lan En and Adeline.
Henryk and his friends had just met them on the way to escape. At that time, he was young and immature.
But in the blink of an eye, the immature young man turned into what was considered a 'very old man' among hunters.
And just looking at myself without hostility, I will feel a danger like a knife against my skin.
Anyone who has had such an experience will inevitably feel unrealistic.
But at the same time, Maria's somewhat lost eyes glanced at Henryk for a moment.
The expression of this cold and dangerous old hunter was as complex as Maria's.
Regret, joy, but also happiness and relief.
Seeing the eyes of the old Yharnan hunter who should have always been as cold as a weapon, Maria seemed to understand something through time.
“Have you ever liked me, Henrik?”
Subconsciously, Maria asked.
But the moment she opened her mouth, she realized how abrupt and rude she was, and opened her mouth to say something remedial.
But the old hunter himself just smiled and didn't seem to care.
He took his khaki hat, patted the dust on his body, and spoke with ease and relief.
“You are Ms. Maria, a beautiful and powerful hunter, a student of [The First Hunter], maybe you don’t know it yet? In the past, most young hunters would always regard you as their ideal Object of Admiration ”
"I am no exception."
When people get older, they will talk about the feelings or embarrassing things in their youth with a unique calmness.
As a hunter, Henryk’s feeling of ‘bearishness’ is even more obvious.
Everything has passed, and the past feelings and longings have become a photo in memory. He did still remember it, but he no longer had any sense of immersion.
Compared to
Henrik turned to look at Viola, who was telling a story to her two daughters, and Gascoigne, who was standing silently aside.
These things are what he cares about most now.
Maria also felt Henrik's already downbeat and relieved mood, and she felt that she was gradually relaxing.
“I really don’t know that those young hunters would admire me more.”
For some reason, Maria felt relieved. As she spoke, His tone also relaxed.
"So where is your friend? His name is Mark? How is your relationship after such a long time?"
"Mark." Speaking of his old friend, Henrik paused with his hat to dust off the dust. There was a pause, but it quickly returned to normal. "He is dead."
"Some time ago tonight, he turned into a beast and was hunted by Lan En and I."
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On Maria's face, the relaxation from the previous moment was gone.
The long night and the blood moon above put the cruel reality on everyone's mind.
The huntress who was born in the blood noble family pursed her lips, hung the blood collection bottle strap on her body, and looked at the path that Henry had pointed out just now, where Lan En was walking.
If the stranger took this road really to get to the place he wanted, then there is no doubt that he is also responsible for it.
The atmosphere of relaxation and reminiscence disappeared, leaving only heaviness.
Maria’s leather boots made a crisp sound on the stone floor as she walked towards the open side door of the chapel.
Maria paused one last time before going inside.
She lowered her head and did not turn around.
"So, your friend, Mark, did he die peacefully?"
"He died very happily." Henrik did not stand up or turn his head, but just said in a low voice answered. "After that night, he became very afraid of fire. The two of us took advantage of this to make him die happily."
Maria pursed her lips and nodded, no longer speaking, and walked in Into the small door. She compared her memories and searched in this building where she could vaguely recognize some traces of the past, but after all, times had changed.
After a while of twists and turns, she finally found the familiar road. The road leading to the hunter workshop established by her teacher, [First Hunter] Geman in the past.
Maria walked all the way in, but the familiar scene in her memory had long been dilapidated due to lack of care.
But now, the Blood Noble who has become a hunter does not like to indulge in nostalgic thoughts like her compatriots far away in Cainhurst.
She is more pragmatic and has a greater sense of responsibility. She feels that she is responsible for completing her duties.
Walking into the chapel-like workshop, in the empty room, there was only a trace of separation that had not yet been closed and emerged from mid-air.
Without hesitation, Maria walked straight in.
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"Your ability to recover is getting weaker and weaker, Geman."
In a dazzling and rapid sword fight, Lan En, his left The leg was kicked coldly on Geman's incomplete wooden prosthetic leg of his right leg, and he spun around the moment he lost balance.
There was a loud bang!
The force of the spinning kick is enough to break a huge rock! [Smaug] The hardness of the leg armor doubled its lethality.
The chest where Germana received the kick was almost visibly deformed violently, as if the ribs supporting the chest no longer existed.
The old hunter spun around, bouncing on the ground several times as if floating on the water, and finally crashed into the roots of the big tree where he had rested before.
At this time, the originally quiet and beautiful sea of white flowers had been tortured into ravines under the moonlight because of the two people fighting.
Geman's [Acceleration Technique] even allowed him to plow a ferocious ravine on the ground just by swinging his weapon to his side and running.
Lan En's airflow blade expanded his attack range several times.
With his current swordsmanship skills and basic physical fitness, the airflow blade that can be fired at will is already much stronger than Ashina Isshin himself.
Without using specific skills and waving it casually, his airflow blade is almost the same as the previous [Dragon Flash] that required activation skills.
The grass, trees, earth and rocks were only chopped into pieces under this sharp air blade.
The old hunter hit the ground with water, and every time he landed, he would hit a large piece of gravel and soil.
A black spot of soil was dug out above the sea of white flowers.
Finally, it hit the root of a tree, and the wood exploded with dense thorns due to being squeezed from the outside.
The old hunter's chest, which was kicked to a pulp, is now recovering at a speed that can be noticed by the naked eye. His clothes, which had remained unchanged despite the injury at first, now even have to be restored after his body recovers. Only then did it become the same again.
But Lan En was not unscathed.
The glove with dragon scale armor on the outside touched the back of his neck.
When I put it in front of my eyes again, my palm was already bright red, and my back inside the armor felt like it was being slowly washed away by liquid.
This was a choice he made after confirming in a moment of confrontation that the opponent's sickle only had steel and no strange blood.
He injured the back of his neck, but escaped a headshot, and also chopped off the old hunter's hand.
Although Gehrman's [Funeral Blade] cannot break through [Smaug]'s defense, Lan En's speed is definitely not at the same level as Gehrmann.
Specially attacking the unprotected head and neck, he almost succeeded in harvesting Lan En's head with a scythe several times.
The demon hunter has an indestructible heavy armor, but his speed is relatively lagging, and his head and neck are exposed.
Although the old hunter cannot penetrate the armor, he is fast enough, and so far he has not taken ordinary and fatal injuries seriously.
Taken together, the situation is actually favorable to Geman.
But now.
"Is the support He has given you enough, old guy?"
The sword of the Lake Girl turned into a gorgeous sword flower in Lan En's hand, and the young man walked calmly and asked.
He is looking a little pale now. That is because the demon hunter's body system is absorbing the magic potion and enduring the poison.
Under the combined effects of [Belisarius Furnace] and [Higher Swallow], the incision that almost cut from the skin to the cervical vertebrae of the back of the neck is healing rapidly.
The high temperature generated by the violent biological activity at the wound even made a 'chichi' sound in the air.
[Higher Thunder] makes the already strengthened muscles more powerful.
The improved reaction brought about by [Advanced Blizzard] is the guarantee that although Lan En's body could not keep up in several confrontations, his nerve reaction was not thrown away by Geman's speed.
Getting up from the depression at the root of the big tree, Geman himself still looked like he didn't care about any injuries or pain.
It makes people wonder if he is still a human being?
Or is it that under that human skin, there is only a body filled with power and controlled by a superior?
"You want to know the answer, then why don't you 'open your eyes' and see for yourself, dear child?"
The old man said calmly with a thick voice in his throat.
‘Open your eyes’. Lan En understood what he meant.
He wanted to turn on [Spiritual Vision] for himself.
(End of this chapter)