Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1279 1251. The First Hunter

"Teacher?"

After Maria looked around, her brows, which were originally frowned under the velvet-studded tricorn hat because she didn't like this scene, suddenly showed a little surprise.

She took a few steps forward and walked to the side of the bench where only one person was sitting.

"Are you also included this time?"

Although Maria was surprised, due to her own personality and professional habits as a hunter.

So she spoke slowly and lightly, and the sound she made was like a lucid dream.

There was only one old man on this bench.

He wore a top hat with frayed edges on the brim of the top hat.

He was wearing a thin and tall suit lining and suit suspenders, with a wide shawl on his shoulders.

The shawl should have been gorgeous and smooth, but it seemed that because it had suffered too many hardships, the hem of the shawl had been torn into an uneven appearance.

If it fluttered, it would probably look like the devil's claws.

The old man raised his head, holding the brim of his hat. Under the hat was pale hair, a sharp hooked nose, and an untidy face.

The first hunter, Geman.

The founder of the unique profession of hunter in Yharnam.

He was the only one on this bench, not because others rejected him, but because others respected him.

There was a smile on his old face because he saw his students.

But he did not respond to Maria's question, but just patted the empty seat beside him.

"Sit down, Maria." He said calmly, "It's time to start."

He looked at the student sitting next to him, his eyes were unusually complicated, but it was only for a moment.

Maria is a capable and mature hunter.

She is a blood noble from Cainhurst, but she does not have the bad habit of those people's exaggeration and indulgence.

Her white hair was simply tied into a braid, which was covered under the tricorn hat with swan feathers.

This hat not only bound the hair, but also covered the delicate and beautiful face because of the blood.

She was dressed in black leather, with only a half-shoulder cape on her left shoulder.

Her boots and breeches made her look tall and sharp.

Unfortunately

German's eyes revealed complex emotions.

This is all in the past.

Maria didn't see the complex emotions in her teacher's eyes, because those emotions were hidden under the brim of her hat.

Maria's face, which was exactly the same as the doll lady obtained by Lan En, turned around calmly, taking in more information in the cathedral.

That calm expression looked similar to that of a doll.

Now the cathedral was noisy, hunters, clergy, and scholars were all talking in their own circles.

Although most of the people in Yharnam subconsciously spoke in a low voice because of the dangerous night, the gathered voices were always chaotic.

In addition, not all conversations were conducted in a low voice.

"Your decision was too impulsive, Ludwig."

A voice stood out slightly from the "buzzing" noise.

Many people's eyes were attracted by it.

Among the hunters who were all talking indifferently, this volume could already be called a "question".

It was an old hunter wearing a burnt black leather coat, speaking solemnly to the first hunter of the church.

Ludwig was the first hunter of the church, and German was the first hunter of Yharnam, which were different concepts.

The relationship between the two of them was also good. After all, all the hunter skills of Yharnam were actually derived from German.

Everyone knew the old hunter who questioned Ludwig.

Chief, a hunter with a stupid and kind heart. He always did some meaningless and unnecessary things in the middle of hunting.

I heard that he was recently mixing with a group of hunters who liked to play with gunpowder weapons and made the scene noisy and chaotic, and wanted to open up another category from the traditional hunter workshop.

It was said that it was called the Gunpowder Keg Gang.

The other hunters whispered.

"Heh, he's going to do boring things again."

"It's Ludwig's business to teach hunters how to do things, why bother so much?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to let those novices get in touch with some high-quality blood in advance? Haha."

The hunters' whispers made people feel more than just upset.

The sticky smell of blood! The horror in the dark! The secret malice!

Originally, the old hunters present were all good at hunting countless beasts.

The blood of beasts permeated their pores.

The thick smell of blood on their windbreakers could not be washed away even after washing again and again!

But none of the old hunters felt uncomfortable or unhappy. Because they had adapted to the smell of blood and even indulged in it.

The people of Yharnam feared the old hunters because they were afraid that it was difficult for them to distinguish between the so-called hunters and beasts. Is there a clear boundary to distinguish each other?

And, is it the hunters' impulse to indulge in blood that makes this boundary unclear? Or has this "clear boundary" never existed?

In short, if an ordinary Yharnam citizen came into this cathedral now, his first reaction would definitely not be to feel safe and relaxed because of so many hunters.

And most of the old hunters in Yharnam do not regard the townspeople as objects that need to be "protected" by them.

After all, apart from blood, they rarely care about anything else.

"Please believe me, Chieftain." In the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere caused by the whispers of the old hunters, Ludwig, who was the subject of questioning, lowered his head and said sadly but sincerely.

He has an upright appearance, and the church hunter's attire is thicker than the windbreaker worn by ordinary hunters.

The difference in equipment showed that the monsters they faced were not at the same level as ordinary hunters.

Alfred, the church hunter who originally gave [Fire Paper] as a meeting gift to Lan En, is also wearing this outfit in Yanan in the 'future'.

"I also want to use a gentler process to slowly increase the church hunters' acceptance of high-quality blood. But... we don't have time."

Among the many old hunters, Ludwig should be one of the few who would not scare ordinary people.

On his back was a large trumpeter's half-sword that was wrapped with a strip of cloth and not sheathed.

I don't know if it was because the sword was wrapped, but it gave Ludwig a calm temperament.

"Grayemia is raging and there is a shortage of manpower. In order to protect the Healing Church, the Church hunters urgently need strength."

"And the sacred blood! The sacred blood cultivated by the church can give us the power to protect the innocent!"

After the words "protecting the innocent" were spoken, most of the old hunters present were either unmoved or smiled playfully.

Giving them a blood collection bottle, they all felt that it was more of a reason to fight than the so-called 'protecting the innocent'.

But unlike others, Eira is similar to Ludwig. That's why he took this opportunity to question the church's number one hunter.

For those newbies who are recruited into the Church Hunters.

"It's going to be hard for them to take that blood, it's too soon for them."

Eira's voice was also as gentle as the smoke floating in the night, and even seemed a little weak, but this did not affect the seriousness in his tone.

"That blood is dangerous!"

"I appreciate your concern for the new people, but please don't be alarmist, Chieftain."

After finally touching the core of the topic, Ludwig's expression immediately turned serious.

The head that had been lowered in its own sadness was raised.

"[Blood Therapy] is pure and sacred, but accepting it requires a peaceful process. There is currently no rigorous data to show that past tragedies are directly related to [Blood Therapy]."

"If you don't have solid evidence, don't slander the Holy Blood. This is tantamount to slandering the foundation of the Healing Church!"

As he said that, Ludwig frowned tightly as he looked at Eira.

"Only [Blood Therapy] can save Yanan, you shouldn't say such things at this time."

Facing Ludwig's serious and scary expression, Eira shook his head calmly.

"I say this to you because I believe you. I believe you do care about those young novice hunters. But here, I just believe you."

As he said that, the old hunter in burnt black leather looked around.

When the other old hunters sitting on the bench faced Chieftain's gaze, most of them only responded with a bloody smile.

The clergy and scholars on the pulpit were even more unmoved.

And the archbishop, who had been lowering his head just now, talking to the gloomy scholar next to him, seemed not to have paid attention to what was happening under the pulpit.

He took two steps forward and opened his arms. The large pontifical robe made him stand out very conspicuously on the throne.

"Everyone is almost here, let's get down to business. Chief, please sit down too."

Lawrence spoke calmly, and the small voice was repeatedly echoed and amplified in the exquisite architectural structure of the church.

The hunter in a burnt black coat sighed slightly, but still sat next to Ludwig.

And this devout first hunter of the church cast his serious eyes on the podium as soon as the archbishop stood up to speak.

"Yarnan is becoming increasingly dangerous now. The number of patients with gray blood disease is still growing. Although the cases of lycanthropy are stable, they do not appear to be contained."

Lawrence first briefly explained the current situation of Yanan.

Not to mention gray blood disease, no big deal. But once the plague of gray blood disease is added, the troubles that can be easily dealt with in normal times will not be optimistic at this time.

But among the hunters below, only a few listened carefully, such as Ludwig and Maria.

Lawrence was not surprised by this situation, he just continued talking.

"Much of the stress of all this comes from gray blood disease and the useless Gold Cup Church of Goodness."

"And I am honored to inform you that with the unremitting efforts of the church clergy, we have identified the source of this terrible plague."