Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1291 1263. Patients Experimental Samples

“.”

The blood noble, who had maintained a decisive and cold image since they met, showed obvious hesitation at this time.

“This is a complication of gray blood disease that has developed to the late stage and has been treated with [blood therapy]. The clergy said that it is best not to expose the heads of those patients to light or touch them, otherwise it may be dangerous.”

Although hesitant, Maria still told Lan En the explanation she heard from the clergy.

“Really? Then I will pay attention.”

Lan En agreed obediently.

But as he walked, he looked down at his hands obscurely.

He still remembered the feeling when he wanted to press the head of the crazy patient to calm him down.

That coarse cloth sack that can hold two normal heads is not empty!

And the treatment of the white-robed clergyman after he suppressed the crazy patient did not seem to be dealing with a patient.

The work requirements in the research hall are not complicated, nor difficult to complete.

So Maria just briefly explained it, and then took the form filled out by Lan En and left.

It seems that although she can directly handle Lan En's hunter status, she still has to go to the Healing Church to complete the filing.

Even at this time when it is in urgent need of people, the Healing Church still has its own charter and regulations.

It seems rigid, but it is actually a manifestation of strong organizational ability.

Even under heavy pressure, it can achieve its goals.

Regardless of whether this process is forced or not, as long as it can still operate, the closeness of this organization is already outstanding.

The Healing Church can turn the "future" Yharnam into a city where politics and religion are completely in control. Its ruling power and organization have already begun to emerge in the old Yharnam era.

Lan En, who was temporarily employed, took advantage of his current identity as a Yharnam hunter and seemed to be wandering aimlessly in this research hall.

But every time his eyes swept over a place, in his head, Mentos would directly construct a scan map and merge it into the architectural analysis of the research hall.

"But sir," as Lan En walked like a stroll, Mentos' voice, even though it was tuned to the 'British butler's accent', couldn't hold back and said, "The interior of this building is really a bit too counterintuitive at the moment, isn't it?"

Lan En was actually grinding his back teeth secretly.

This place really doesn't conform to the normal architectural structure.

In terms of the strange and magnificent buildings he has seen, the demon hunter believes that after traveling through many worlds, his knowledge is really not bad.

But there are not many places as complex as Yharnam.

Perhaps the Lothric Great Library that he led his men to sneak into when rescuing Rosaria's daughter Gertrude can be compared?

The group of Lothric sages who were covered in wax tears were only focused on research and reading, and didn't care that the piles of books had turned the originally neat and spacious building into a big maze.

But they were accompanied by the transformed golden-armored winged knights, who rescued Gerdzed from the top floor of the Lothric Library and rushed to the bottom floor.

The vision was clear and broad at the beginning, so it was not so confusing later.

But in this old Yharnam research hall, let’s not talk about the difficulty of identifying buildings due to the Gothic style.

Let’s just talk about its structure.

It does rely on a large pillar in the center of the building, carrying a spiral staircase to lead to each floor.

But this pillar can be raised and lowered!

The interface between its spiral staircase and the floor can also be disconnected and reconnected!

At first, Lan En walked to the top of the spiral staircase and was a little dumbfounded when he saw the staircase that did not connect to any floor.

Looking back, a descendant of Sumeru was also standing on a floor that did not connect to any spiral staircase. The rigid and indifferent eyes looked at him without any ripples.

Only then did he realize that the staircase could be raised and lowered.

But he still didn’t know where the switch to control the rise and fall was. He also didn’t know under what circumstances this thing would be controlled.

After silently noting down another detail that he was concerned about, Lan En strolled around as if he was strolling around.

This research hall was very strange, but the demon hunter could also feel that the problem here was very critical.

Whether it was the descendant of Sumeru who was sent to guard the staircase, or Maria who was sent to maintain the normal operation of the organization, or even the clergy in white robes

The place where these characters are combined must be not simple even in the healing church.

"Ah, you became a hunter?"

Just thinking about it, a low voice came lightly.

The demon hunter turned around and saw that it was the white-robed clergy who was standing at the staircase and watching him walking on the spiral staircase.

His tone was calm and low, but Lan En could keenly feel a little regret from his tone that was no different from before.

What's a pity? I became a hunter of Yharnam? What effect does this have on you?

Lan En actually had a guess in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged from before, and he just nodded to him.

"Forget it. Let's just be hunters." The white-robed clergyman said in a nearly whispering voice.

In this busy research hall filled with the cries of patients, his voice should have been drowned out.

But the witcher's sharp senses allowed Lan to capture all of this.

"Come up here, I need your help here." The tone of the white-robed cleric no longer contained the hidden regret, and instead he greeted directly with a commanding tone.

Lan En didn't refuse, he just smiled. Instead, just like a newbie in the workplace, she obediently followed his instructions.

They passed the blood-stained medical trolley and many dirty bandages piled in the corner.

The wails of gray blood patients echoed in every ward on every floor. The sound insulation of the room was good, but precisely because of the good sound insulation, the shrill screams turned into ghostly murmurs after leaving the door.

And a chattering, gathering murmur.

Walking to a ward, the white-robed clergyman didn't even enter the door. He pointed inside to Lan En as if he was bored.

"Suppress the fuss of the patients inside and let them stay well. It's okay to cry, but it's best not to kill yourself."

He said coldly amidst the patient's wails.

"Ms. Maria has done well before. I hope you can do the same."

"Also, don't touch their heads, that's Jane. That's a dangerous move and could be life-threatening."

After speaking as if giving instructions to his subordinates, the white-robed cleric walked away.

But when he passed Lan En's side, he felt an inexplicable chill.

But this feeling was as traceless as an illusion, and he shook his head and didn't care.

When studying arcana, medicine and other projects in Yanan, it would be strange if you didn't experience hallucinations.

But Lan En, who didn't look back, raised his hand and touched his chin.

The movement of his lips revealed his white teeth with a chill.

"Mentos," the witcher said slowly in his mind, "the word he really wanted to say just now was 'precious', right?"

The biochemical intelligence brain did not respond, just silent.

But this is already a response.

'Precious', and using this word in relation to a patient, Lan En can't think of any other situation.

——Experimental samples.

Although he had the experience of 'future' Yanan, Lan En did not feel that the Healing Church was as progressive and compassionate as they are now among Yanan's people.

But after he really caught the clue, he still felt angry for a moment.

But then, he controlled his anger.

This is just an ancient god's nightmare, telling the story of something that happened decades ago.

No matter how cruel, dark, and despicable it is, it is already an established fact.

What he has to do now is to find out the deepest secret from this disgusting established fact.

Looking at the back of the white-robed cleric, the dragon scales on Lan En's gauntlet clicked slightly, which was when he relaxed the tense muscles in his hands.

Lan En turned around and walked into the dim ward.

There were only two kerosene lamps in the huge ward, and the masonry walls and floors illuminated looked damp and cold.

Lying on several rows of wooden beds were gray blood patients who were no different from the mad patients Lan En suppressed before.

It's just that their body limbs haven't begun to wither and stretch like the crazy one.

But the hospital gown with its loose skirt, the restraints tied around the chest, and the coarse sack on the shoulders were all exactly the same.

Under the dim light were the painful cries of the patients, who were twisting and turning on the bed.

There are two large bottles of bright red liquid hanging from the infusion pole next to everyone's bed, which are infused into the blood vessels.

The scene here is like a nightmare portrayal of an eighteenth-century horror novel about a lunatic asylum translated into reality.

Lan En took a deep breath of the air that smelled of weird medicine, and stepped forward to comfort these patients who were in so much pain that they were self-harming.

Their nails were already scratching at their bodies.

Trying to weaken and numb the long-lasting pain with sharp but short-term pain.

Originally, Lan En was going to try using [Yaxi Seal] to see if it would work.

But unexpected.

When Lan En's footsteps approached, the patient who was lying on the bed with his body stiffened in pain said tremblingly.

"Maria, Ms. Maria! Save me! Take, hold my hand!"

His voice sounded like he was on the verge of losing consciousness, as if the name on his lips was his last resort.

The other patients were just like him, even panicking, a little afraid that the 'Ms. Maria' in their mouths would leave, so they scrambled to speak weakly.

The voices of men and women came from inside the coarse sack.

"Please, please tell me about your favorite flower, Ms. Maria. What does it look like in the sun? Its color, petals... I can't see anything, woohoo!"

"Ms. Maria, it hurts so much."