Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1280 1252. The Big Hunt

As soon as these words came out, Ludwig, Maria, and Eira, a very small group of hunters, even in Yharnam, still had the professional habits of Yharnam hunters.

They also frowned, or became serious and put down their slender legs that were folded and placed casually.

This is quite a mood swing and sudden performance for the hunters of Yanan.

Lawrence on the podium continued to speak.

"Yes, that's right. The gray blood plague has a source."

"And as rumored in the city, the source comes from a small fishing village not far from Yanan."

A small fishing village, the mountain range where Yanan is located is actually close to the sea, so the people of Yanan will also have fish on their dining tables.

The source of these catches is the small fishing village.

Although the small fishing village supplies a lot of seafood to Yanan, the people of Yanan never like it or care about it.

Yanam people are inherently xenophobic. Foreigners coming to Yanam and enduring cruel sufferings can become a joke for all the Yanam people, young and old.

But this small fishing village is even more exclusive.

Even the Yanan people closest to them only knew that the small fishing village had their own unique beliefs. They did not want to understand the outside world, and the outside world did not want to influence them.

They just fish, supplying large amounts of catch regardless of season or weather.

But just like the people of Yannan reject foreigners, saying that "it is dirty foreigners who bring the plague."

The people of Yannan, who are now suffering from gray blood disease, have begun to spread the news that "gray blood disease comes from that disgusting fishy little village".

The Archbishop of the Healing Church is now undoubtedly putting the final word on this statement.

"The source of the plague has been found." Maria raised her head, and under the three-cornered hat with swan feathers, her face was revealed as delicate as a doll.

"So what do we need to do? Go to the fishing village to find the original sample of the plague? I can leave now."

Maria was not only a hunter. After the outbreak of gray blood disease in Yanan, she often went to the medical treatment hospital opened by the Healing Church to help. Her medical knowledge was not much different from that of ordinary Healing Church clergy.

So she could immediately understand how finding the source of the plague might help solve it.

But the slight joy in the white-haired blood noble's eyes immediately turned into consternation the next moment.

"No, we don't need to find any plague samples."

On the podium, Archbishop Lawrence spoke softly and calmly.

The sound was very soft, but the volume was very loud as it was reverberated and diffused by the church structure.

"We just have to go out there and hunt, that's enough."

"Hunting?" Eurasia was slightly less surprised than Maria. He immediately grasped the key, "Who is the target of hunting?"

Lawrence still answered unhurriedly: "A strange creature in that small fishing village. And everything in the way."

"Grayemia is caused by a small fishing village using a method similar to [Arcane] to poison Yanan. It is too slow for us to use research methods to solve it now. We must go straight to the source."

"Wait!" Maria could hardly contain her astonishment and stood up from her chair. "Archbishop Lawrence, what you just said was, 'hunting everything in the way'?"

Take the level of xenophobia of a small fishing village. No, lessen it, even if it is comparable to the level of xenophobia of Biynan.

A group of hunters from out of town rushed in to hunt something. How could anyone not block the way?

But unlike Maria and a very small number of hunters, the vast majority of hunters actually didn't care at all about Lawrence's previous speech.

Most of them were whispering as before, mostly talking about the benefits and pleasure of blood, as well as hunting techniques and experiences.

But after Lawrence said these words, the scene became quiet almost immediately.

The transition from the din of whispers to the soundless silence lasted only a moment.

It is precisely because this transition is so abrupt that it appears even more bizarre and terrifying.

Eira lowered the brim of his hat and glanced quickly left and right.

The moment the archbishop's order was issued, except for a few hunters, the rest of the old hunters stopped talking to each other and turned their eyes directly to the podium.

Almost everyone's lips subconsciously opened into a smile that made people tremble in their hearts.

It's like someone who's been dipped in anesthetic powder sees a new product.

That kind of morbid desire is just coming out!

"If this can save the people of Yanan." After Maria's question, Ludwig broke the chilling silence of the old hunters.

There was some difficult hesitation in his speech, but his tone was low and firm.

"Then the church hunters and I will do this."

Maria asked him tit-for-tat: "Aren't the people in the small fishing village considered human beings?"

And Ludwig, who had already made his decision, was equally straightforward: "Sacrificing the small to the large, how many people are there in Yanan? How many people are there in the small fishing village? Not to mention they poisoned first!"

"Whether it was intentional poisoning or [Arcane] accident, there are two opinions. We all know how dangerous people who study [Arcane] are, and how dangerous [Arcane] itself is."

"I believe in the church's investigation results." Ludwig and Maria's voices echoed back and forth in the cathedral, and the church's first hunter's tone was very firm, "Time waits for no one. How many people has the gray blood disease killed so far? Will it continue?"

"Besides, they are indeed not considered human beings, Maria." Archbishop Lawrence said softly on the pulpit, inserting this hunter's dispute.

"According to our investigation, the [arcane] is just as you thought, it is out of control. The people in the small fishing village have all turned into monsters, and the gray blood disease is just the mess left after the people are gone."

"Tell me, Maria. When you hunted the beast patients in the dark alleys of Yharnam, did you think they were human beings?"

Lawrence looked at the speechless female hunter. He didn't wait for the other party's response, but this itself was a response.

"That's it, Maria. The other party is already all beast patients, not human beings. Just let go and hunt them."

Under the tricorn hat with swan feathers, the blood noble frowned.

If this is the case, then there is really no need to hold back. Cainhurst is also a resident of the Yharnam region, and the idea that "beastials should be hunted" is taken for granted.

But is this really the case?

Maria looked at Ludwig on another bench, and the church's first hunter was greatly relieved after Archbishop Lawrence gave such a clear and accurate response.

He completely trusted the Healing Church, and if the hunting target was just something like beastials, he would have no psychological pressure at all.

But Maria couldn't trust the Healing Church as easily as Ludwig did to convince herself.

But at this moment, Maria, who was lowering her head, happened to look at the teacher beside her.

The first hunter, Geman, slightly lifted the brim of his hat with fur on his fingers and nodded to his student.

This means that he is also willing to prove that Archbishop Lawrence's words are correct.

Ludwig entrusted his trust to the church, while Maria entrusted her trust to the teacher.

After German nodded, Maria's brows relaxed, and she sat down again, returning to the calm and cold professional style of a Yharnam hunter.

No one objected.

Archbishop Lawrence looked around and spoke again, and began to directly describe the mission requirements.

"This mission will be accompanied by scholars and clergy from Byron Weiss. They will be responsible for confirming the target and even start some small research on the spot when necessary."

"And in order to quickly solve the long-running gray blood disease, we will draw most of the hunters to participate in this operation, German, and Ludwig."

As he said, Lawrence called the names of two people.

The first and oldest hunter just held his bowler hat and didn't speak. Ludwig stood up directly, his expression serious and solemn.

"You are all on the list of personnel for this operation. I have to remind you. Some of the 'accidental products' created by the [Arcane] will be very difficult to deal with."

The difficulty of this hunt, which has all the [First Hunter] and [First Hunter of the Church] participating, has been made clear from now on.

But most of the old hunters present did not feel anything, and even the creepy smiles on their mouths were getting bigger and bigger!

They did not have the concept of 'powerful enemies' in their minds, but only one thought - 'the blood shed by powerful enemies must be particularly sweet'!

And behind Lawrence, the gloomy scholar who had been discussing with him with his head down just now also took two steps forward and walked to his side.

"In addition, Byron Weiss has some other requirements for the hunting process."

The scholar added, his voice was also slow and erratic, but compared to Lawrence, he had a more scholarly, gloomy feeling that made people shudder.

"We require that you chisel open the skulls of each prey after hunting it."

"You can do whatever you want in the brain, scalp, or even bones, but you must check it thoroughly."

"We want to see if there are any 'eyes' under their skulls."

Are they looking for the [Inner Eye]?

Maria's wide range of knowledge immediately made her realize this.

The [Inner Eye] is the basis of Master William's 'Theory of Vision' of Byron Weiss.

But why... Is the [arcane] that caused the accident in the small fishing village related to Byron Weiss?

Why do we need to find traces of Master William's academic research under the skulls of those 'accidental products'?

But the only one who knows these questions and cares about them is Maria, who is silent beside the teacher.

After listening to the task requirements, the remaining hunters began to whisper to each other again.

"Brain? I don't like playing with the brain of my prey, there's not much blood in it to drain."

"That's because you don't have the skills. Haha, you can start peeling the skin from the carotid artery upwards!"

The old hunters were immersed in it, enthusiastic and impatient.