Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1273 1245. Old Yharnam

The city immersed in the bloody sunset made Lan En feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

What was familiar was the style.

The layers of roads and houses were piled up along the rugged terrain.

On the one hand, this reflected the excellence of architectural technology, but on the other hand, it highlighted the immaturity and paranoia in space planning.

It seemed that the people who had this kind of architectural technology had never worked hard to study road planning and life planning.

A collection of contradictions.

The towering places were like lonely spires, while the low-lying places were deep and dark.

Gothic architecture was complex and gorgeous, but it also faintly revealed a hint of aristocratic cold-bloodedness and gloom.

But what was unfamiliar was the city itself.

Its altitude was not as high as the blood therapy town that Lan En had visited.

Its specific roads and buildings were also completely different from the Yharnam that Lan En had visited, because the mountain terrain on which the buildings were attached was completely different.

The city in front of him also seemed to be not as "well-equipped" as Yharnam.

At least Lan En saw a lot of bare yellow soil and rocky ground on the road without bricks.

But just like the style of the ‘future’ Yharnam, these yellow soils do not give people a sense of rurality or hometown.

Instead, there is a sense of decay and gloom that is entering a diseased state.

It is like stepping into an abyss that is bottomless.

In terms of the completeness of infrastructure, Yharnam in the night is undoubtedly better.

When Lan En smelled the special incense in the church, he was already 70% sure about where he was.

There is no doubt that it should be the city that was involved in the dream of several ancient gods who wanted to give birth to the son of God because of the blind and radical research of mankind.

The only thing that the demon hunter is not sure about is what time he is in?

The sunset shining on his body means that the last night has passed.

Will this be the city that the Yharnam people rebuilt after the repetitive hunting night?

Or something else?

But when Lan En walked outside the church and saw the city today with his own eyes, and with the help of Mentos, he got information from every detail, and he understood.

This is not the ‘future’. This is the ‘past’.

The old Yharnam that was burned down by fire during an unprecedented hunting night in the legend.

“But how did this happen?”

Lan En frowned, suppressed his doubts in his heart, and walked towards this familiar yet unfamiliar mountain city.

The boots with dragon scales rubbed against the yellow soil on the steps, bringing a touch that was so real that it couldn’t be more real.

Crossing time, the existence of this kind of power, Lan En was mentally prepared.

Not to mention the words of Master William when he left Yharnam.

Just say that in the magical Middle Ages, he had met Ciri as an adult.

Time, it is really mysterious and great, but he has indeed witnessed the power that can cross time.

What Lan En is unsure about is what kind of situation he is in now?

Is it because the Celestial Sphere Intersection Rift, when it connects to other worlds, naturally and automatically transcends the flow of time and connects to the past of this world?

Or was his journey ‘man-made’ interfered with when he entered the Celestial Sphere Intersection Rift?

What role does the part of his missing memory play in it?

One question after another, the moment he was sure that he was in Old Yharnam, he came to face.

Sometimes Lan En envied those who were not sharp enough, at least they would not be like him, with a developed and fast-running mind that could recognize so many problems through just a few scenes.

The fluff ball and the unicorn were not around, but Lan En was not too worried.

He felt that this time the two of them should not have come with him at all, instead of being separated.

This was a judgment based on his physical condition. He was very sure that he had just stepped out of the Celestial Sphere Intersection Rift.

This is good.

The fluff ball and the unicorn are not suitable for such a world, although the life in the new world is generally very tough.

But in this world, those real threats are not monsters that can be dealt with by simple physical attacks.

"So." The biochemical intelligent computer's tone sounded in his mind, "This time it's another lonely journey, sir."

"That's not a problem, I still have you." Lan En shook his head indifferently. Whether he was in a team or alone, he had confidence in himself.

But then, he saw the bloody sunset that was about to disappear in the spires of the messy and intertwined Gothic buildings.

"The problem now is that I kind of regret coming out of the church. Tsk."

Lan En was unhappy and smacked his lips. He still remembered the "characteristics" of Yharnam at night.

But having said that, Lan En had no intention of turning back.

The church, especially the church in Yharnam, really impressed Lan En.

The last time the demon hunter investigated on the night of the hunt, he touched the cathedral of the healing church all the way.

As a result, the church agent turned into a beast in front of him, and then was hacked to death by him.

Although in the "future" Yharnam, Lan En respected the red-robed witch who took in the people in the small church of Orton.

And the red-robed man just now seemed to really care about him, so Lan En didn't feel disgusted.

But the so-called Good Golden Cup Church?

Lan En was not inclined to stay in a local church that he did not know well on a night in Yharnam.

"It seems that we can only hope that tonight is not a hunting night, sir."

Mentos said calmly, not sounding very worried.

Because if this is indeed the old Yharnam, then at this time, the beast disease is not serious.

Except for the hunting night that burned the city in the end, the nights of the old Yharnam should be much more peaceful than the "future" Yharnam. If the stories that Henrik told Lan En were all true.

Without the "memory filter" of the old man.

"Sir, maybe we can try to find a hotel?"

"With the hospitality of Yharnam to outsiders?" Lan En told a cold joke and walked towards the depths of the city. "I doubt if they really have a 'hotel' business?"

"Let's walk and see. If it doesn't work, I can find a secluded alley and treat it as urban camping. Tsk, how come the situation is as bad as the last time I came here?"

The blood-red, panic-inducing sunset is sinking rapidly under the towering and sharp Gothic buildings.

Darkness begins to fall.

On the rugged and winding road, the residents of Yharnam go home.

This place is almost the same as the 'future' Yharnam, with many public lighting facilities arranged in a large area.

It's just that it's not so common. It can be seen that this city is still developing.

For the second time, an 'antique' wearing armor from the last era walked on the road of the Victorian-style city.

There is no doubt that the attitude of the people of Yharnam towards outsiders is still 'simple and straightforward'.

Lan En knocked on a few doors along the way, and the responses he received made him feel familiar.

"Still wandering around at this hour, ah~ I guess you must be a stranger."

"Enjoy the night, stranger. This is Yharnam's hospitality, hehe."

"Dirty strangers, you brought the gray blood disease! It's you! Get out! Get out of my house!"

First there were whispers, then soft speculations separated by the door, followed by sarcasm and undisguised rejection, and finally ended with laughter like enjoying a cruel farce.

"Compared to them, I always think that the farmers in Velen are mentally normal."

Lan En complained, and at the same time, he spread a large and thick felt cloth on the ground in the alley.

He knelt on it, intending to use [Meditation] to make it through the night.

While ensuring rest, he can also have a certain degree of alertness.

In fact, from Lan En's perspective, the farmers in Velen basically have some mental illnesses to a greater or lesser extent.

The long-term precarious living state makes their spirits very tense, but at the same time they have a kind of broken pot and don't care.

Numb, lack of empathy, timid and irritable.

But Lan En can understand, because these mental illnesses are caused by the bad living environment, and those farmers in Velen have no choice.

But in Yharnam, the living environment here is not "bad". After all, compared with the benchmark, this is a Victorian city, much better than Velen's mud pit.

It's just that the living environment here is "weird", "dangerous" and "abnormal".

The place Lan En chose is deep in a relatively wide alley.

There are some wooden boxes and barrels stacked crookedly inside.

And the demon hunter passed through these objects blocking the way, trying to hide himself in the deepest part.

The ground was a little damp, and black and smelly dirty water accumulated on the black bricks.

Fortunately, Lan En was not a poor demon hunter in the conventional sense at this time.

He was going to throw away this felt cloth after using it.

The weather gradually became colder with the arrival of night.

On the wet brick streets of Yharnam, hazy white fog began to slowly appear and float.

The abnormally bright moonlight shone through the cold fog onto the bricks, and the water vapor on them reflected strange reflections.

Yharnam became quiet.

Or on the surface, quiet.

During [Meditation], the demon hunter's body will rest, but the mind will fall into a state when a mage perceives chaotic magic.

If this state is entered moderately, it will feel clear and agile, but if it is entered frequently and reluctantly, it will make people dizzy, as if they have stayed up all night.

Therefore, using [Meditation] to get a rest is not a skill that unskilled demon hunters can master.

More often, this skill is used by demon hunters to squeeze out a few hours in a tight schedule to give their bodies and minds a break.

But now

"Suck~"

A long and deep breathing sound sounded gently in the depths of the dim and messy alley.

It was as if there was some large creature, crawling and breathing in the shadow at the end.

Then, a pair of amber cat eyes that glowed slightly in the shadows slowly opened and looked outside.