Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1277 1249. Clergyman Mark

This night was much better than the hunting night that Lan En had just arrived in the ‘future’ Yharnam.

In addition to the fact that the old Yharnam seemed dead and gloomy in the night, like a ghost story, there were actually not many beast patients.

This may also be related to the rampant gray blood disease, which has caused a significant decrease in the total population.

The sky was already dawning, and the demon hunters spent their first night in the old Yharnam safely.

In fact, when the night just faded and only a trace of white light appeared on the horizon, Henryk had already stopped working.

The hunters are a symbol of fear. Although their job is to protect the town, their bloody and cold fighting style, as well as the hideous traces left after the battle, cannot but make people feel repulsive.

So it is best for hunters to keep a distance from the public, hunt in the shadows, and hide at dawn.

This is to prevent negative emotions from spreading in the city.

Henrik took off his mask, hung the meat saw behind him, and put the hunter's musket under his coat.

At first glance, he really looked like an ordinary person in Yharnam who was just a little gloomy.

Lan's cloak covered his armor.

His body shape was not particularly noteworthy in Yharnam.

Whether it was the group of Sumeru descendants found by the Healing Church, or the stupid big servants in Yharnam who did odd jobs for the townspeople.

In terms of body shape alone, they were not much different from Lan.

It was just that the proportions of their bodies were somewhat uncoordinated and deformed compared to the demon hunters.

The sky was slightly bright, and the damp and cold fog accumulated on the ground in the city at night was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hazy and weird atmosphere was easing.

Scattered, some Yharnam people who had to get up early to go out to make a living carefully opened the door of their homes a crack, looked around, put on their hats, hurried out, and walked hurriedly to the street.

It seems that he doesn't want to have any contact with anyone else.

Considering that there is a plague called gray blood disease in addition to the beast disease in Yharnam, this state can be said to be very normal.

Henrik held up his tricorn hat and looked up at the faint light in the sky, then shook his head.

A night's work is over, and he is also trying to get himself out of the cold and precise working state of the Yharnam hunters.

"Let's go." He whispered to Lan En behind him, "Find my friend, let's go and do your business."

"Now?"

The demon hunter raised his eyebrows.

The damp and cold fog was dissipating, and white smoke began to come out of several chimneys on the roofs of the twisted and crowded Gothic buildings around.

"Isn't it too early?"

"He is a clergyman in the Healing Church who is responsible for the logistics of hunters. His work and rest schedule is not much different from that of hunters."

"Then let's go."

Lan and Henrik were both quick and decisive. Under the guidance of the Yharnam hunter, Lan was able to walk around in the dense buildings that were narrow or wide and irregular.

Mentos was recording the map in his mind based on the subject's senses, but it was very difficult.

If it was just the complicated arrangement of roads and buildings, it would be fine. Yharnam is also very complicated in the three-dimensional level. There are many buildings that rely on height differences, which are dazzling.

For example, now.

Henrik took Lan and first passed through the hall of a two-story residential building, and then went down the ladder to a dried-up canal.

Walking along the canal, at the end was another three-story building with the first-floor door opened in the canal.

Boots with dragon scales gently pushed away the weeds on the corners of the canal.

This canal looked abandoned for a long time, and the weeds were half-dead and yellow.

Some crows stayed on the wooden beams across the canal, quietly looking at the two people walking in the canal.

Henrik walked up the two steps outside the gate, and knocked on the door with his leather-gloved hands. The sound was a bit dull, "bang bang bang".

After knocking on the door, he turned around without hesitation and began to fiddle with the kerosene lamp at the door of the small building.

The Yharnam hunter wore leather gloves and directly unscrewed the yellowed glass lampshade of the kerosene lamp along the thread, then pinched it with two fingers and accurately extinguished the quietly burning wick.

Hunters are not afraid of fire. If they are afraid of fire, they cannot use fire to hunt wild animals.

Henrik retracted his palm until the black smoke of the flame extinguished came out between the two fingers pinching the wick, and then screwed the glass lampshade back.

Lan En stood behind with his hands folded and watched quietly.

I knocked on the door and did the door chores. No doubt, this is something that only very close and good friends would do.

The solid wooden door opened from the inside, revealing a crack.

After seeing Henrik who had just screwed on the glass lampshade of the kerosene lamp, the whole door opened.

"Why don't you take a rest now? Why come to see me?"

There was a gloomy man in the door.

His hair was messy, his face was pale, and his face was expressionless.

He was wearing a loose uniform of the clergy of the Healing Church, and the silk cloth with mottos was vertically hung on the back.

However, the hood of the uniform was not on the head, but just hung on the back.

In this day and age, it is not decent not to wear a hat.

Even the townspeople in Yharnam who don't live well have to wear a hat.

Even if the brim of the hat is soft and has no shape.

Hunters even wear hats when hunting.

It is a characteristic of the times.

When the person at the door saw Henryk, his tone was as cold as a stranger, but he had no intention of wearing a hat. This was already an extraordinary acquaintance relationship.

"I owe a favor to a stranger who just arrived yesterday. I have to pay it back."

Henrik said as he stepped out of the way and walked into the house.

Lan En followed behind. As the Healing Church clergy looked at him, he lowered his head slightly and pulled sideways on the edge of the cloak, allowing himself to enter smoothly.

"The favor I owed yesterday?"

The clergy of the Healing Church whispered.

"It's late at night? Outside? That's a big debt."

He is Henryk's friend. After a brief consideration of the situation, it becomes clear what the 'favor' in Henryk's words is.

The young 'old' hunter didn't notice anything and sat directly on the chair in the room, took off his hat and put it on the table.

Lan En also took a brief look around. This three-story building seemed to be rented out by the owner in different layers.

Because this floor alone basically includes all living facilities. Bathroom, stove and so on.

If all three floors are usable space, this arrangement would be too cramped.

Henrik's friend obviously rented the bottom floor, where the door opens onto the first floor of the old water channel.

"I'm Mark." The clergy of the Healing Church nodded to Lan En, "Thank you for saving Henryk once. He just became a hunter and was still too reckless."

In Yanan, people's emotions always seem to swing between the two extremes of madness and callousness, and rarely fall into the normal middle.

Henrik, and Mark, who said thank you.

He was clearly saying thank you, but both his expression and tone were as cold as if he was talking about a stranger.

Lan En, a normal person, always feels weird.

"Don't worry about it." But the witcher still perfectly controlled his expression and emotions without revealing anything. "As long as you help me get my identity, it's not a big deal to help me out last night."

After Mark and Lan greeted each other, Henryk, who was sitting on the chair, began to point at the two of them.

"Lan En, a hunter who came to Yanan from a foreign country to seek [blood therapy], is very skilled."

"Mark, clergyman of the Healing Church."

As the intermediary, he only left two words, and then Henryk seemed to have completed the task and stopped talking.

Mark seemed completely accustomed to Henrik's style.

"In other words, as a foreigner, you want to become a hunter in Yanan and fight for [blood therapy]?"

Mark's calm face whispered.

It seems that he is no stranger to this kind of thing.

"Is it because of these eyes? Oh, I'm sorry, I asked too much."

After an expressionless apology, Mark continued.

"It's very simple. In order to cope with the increasingly severe situation, the church is expanding its recruitment. I will go through some procedures for you, and you will soon be able to enter the queue for [blood therapy]."

"The queuing process?" Lan En himself stayed away from any blood from Yanan, but he keenly captured a word in Mark's words.

The demon hunter asked as if he was inquiring by the way: "Are there many people coming to Yanan to pursue [blood therapy]?"

"There are still those from outside like you, but holy blood is very scarce now."

Mark explained.

"Gray blood disease is too serious. In the end, [blood therapy] must be used to save lives. Otherwise, how should we treat this plague?"

Once medical resources encounter a plague, there will not be enough.

Although Lan En understands what Yanan's [blood therapy] is, in Yanan's local area, this is definitely a treatment method that is revered and cherished.

"I'm not in a hurry." Lan En said as if he didn't care, "This disease won't kill you for a while."

"But you want to apply [blood therapy] to all patients with gray blood?"

Mark nodded seriously, then shook his head.

"The church wants to save people, but it doesn't have so many resources. In the end, we can only admit the most severe gray blood patients to medical treatment hospitals, and then use [blood therapy] to try to save them, and at the same time understand this disease. "