Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1292 1264. Master-disciple relationship, sense of oppression

Lan En had no way to relieve the pain of these patients, although he wanted to do so.

However, the gray blood disease and the various strangeness of Yanan himself made him helpless against the wailing and crying of these patients.

Under Lan En's observation, the pain of these patients did not seem to be simply physical, and could be solved by injecting painkillers or hallucinogens.

If the problem could be solved so easily, then the clergy in the research hall would definitely not want to transfer hunters to assist them in their work.

Especially elite hunters like Maria.

"Ms. Maria?" Adeline, who was helping to move things in the research hall, took the time to talk to Lan En beside her. "The senior clergy must be more polite to her than to you, don't mind it."

The Blood Saint said with a warm smile.

"Although they are all ordinary hunters outside the direct jurisdiction of the church, Ms. Maria's teacher is the [First Hunter] Geman!"

"Even if we don't look at Ms. Maria's own outstanding performance and elegant temperament, just because of this relationship, everyone will be more polite to her. Although she may not care at all."

Adeline also looked a little bit complaining at the end.

But after the clergy who were moving things in front greeted her, the enthusiastic Blood Saint hurriedly nodded to Lan En, and then trotted after her.

And Lan En, who got the news from this casual conversation, just lowered his head and chewed on a name.

[First Hunter] Geman?

The demon hunter had never heard of this name, and he knew only a little about this title. He only knew that the so-called [First Hunter] was the founder of the hunter profession in Yharnam.

But inexplicably, although he had never heard of it, Lan En felt that he was somewhat familiar with this [First Hunter].

Subconsciously, Lan En touched his neck.

When the touch of Smaug's hand armor reached the skin of his neck, he was shocked to realize the action he had made subconsciously.

This was almost an unprecedented abnormality under his body's self-control.

Unless he really remembered a certain moment that he had forgotten.

Putting down his hand, Lan En squinted his eyes and looked at the palm that had just touched his neck unconsciously, then shook his head and put it down again.

But the information was still too little. He only got the name of the rumored "First Hunter", and didn't even know his appearance and characteristics. Even if he had really seen him before, how could he match him?

Shaking his head, he marked this strange sense of familiarity and sealed it in the Mentos database, which was monitored by the biochemical intelligent brain.

Under the dim kerosene light, Lan En could only judge the sky through the colored glass high in the research hall.

Maria returned to the research hall when dusk was approaching night.

Moreover, after coming back, this female hunter from the blood noble family asked Lan En to finish her first day of work as a Yharnam hunter, on the grounds that "there are more people and we can take a break."

But Lan En tilted his head and looked at the blood-red pupils under the tricorn hat, and immediately understood that this was the female hunter's vigilance against him.

To be honest, as long as there is a [blood collection bottle], hunters only need to give a shot, and even the torn aorta will grow back in the blink of an eye, and the broken bones will return to their original position with the sound of "crackling".

The spirit is high, as if the vitality is constantly replenished into the body.

It is a bit difficult to rest. Before, the young Henrik gave himself an injection, but there was actually no need to rest at all. It was just because it was dawn and the hunters should return to the dark in front of the residents, so he went home according to the rules.

So when we say rest, in the group of Yharnam hunters, it generally means "take a shot of [blood collection bottle]".

Only hunters who work for the Church of Healing and can also get extra gains from hunting can be so extravagant.

Blood saints like Adeline, after all, have limited blood.

Yharnam hunters can get a timely supply, but other Yharnam people may take a long time to get a bottle.

They can't use a whole bottle of these precious sacred blood, and most of them are stored or diluted with alcohol to satisfy a little addiction.

If a hunter finds a collection of a beast patient during hunting, it will be his own.

Lan En frowned, but still "stepped back" under Maria's gaze.

He nodded and then walked towards the door of the research hall.

It seems that he is listening to Maria's request and is ready to leave for a rest.

And watching the tall and strong figure gradually go away, Maria pressed down her tricorn hat, and finally let out a breath from her cold and thin lips.

"Huh~"

The eyes under the brim of the hat are deep.

Lan En can feel Maria's fighting level from her daily pace and rhythm. But can't Maria feel his level?

When Lan En followed her and simply inspected the research hall, Maria felt that the delicate hairs on the back of her neck stood up!

It was precisely because of the huge pressure from behind that she accidentally exposed the musket covered by the one-shoulder cloak while walking.

Maria only felt that the tall man behind her, who was like a descendant of Sumeru, had a frighteningly steady breathing.

Although because of this steady breathing, objectively speaking, his breathing was not loud or deep.

But for someone like Maria who is highly skilled and sensitive, she only felt that every time Lan En breathed, it seemed that he would pull the air around him in a circle of two meters!

It was because more air was pulled that those dull people could not feel the horror of this breath on average!

This intensity of breathing was very rare even among the ferocious and terrifying beasts of Yharnam!

Coupled with Lan En's performance when he saw Maria, the superposition made the blood noble more alert.

But this situation was exactly what Lan En wanted.

The demon hunter who walked down the stairs outside the door of the research hall did not seem to be temporarily sent away, and did not know what to do or where to go.

In the sunset of Yharnam, Lan En just looked around slightly, as if he had determined his direction and goal.

He walked down the stairs all the way, and his footsteps did not stop. He turned left and right and disappeared in the crowded and chaotic road of Yharnam.

Mentos provided real-time route guidance on Lan's retina, and finally stopped at a fork in the road.

Lan was on top of a dirt slope, which merged with a brick road.

At this time, the sunset in the sky of Yharnam, which was always turbid for some reason, was shining down.

The city had become quiet from the hustle and bustle of the day, and it could even be called dead silence.

Because the coming of darkness was a clear signal for Yharnam.

A dangerous signal.

——If you don't want to die, go home.

So those who can still walk around the streets of Yharnam calmly at this time can basically be assumed to be not ordinary people.

In the silence of no one, Lan, who casually used his toes to poke the sickly weeds on the side of the dirt slope, first trembled slightly.

Then his eyes moved from the ground to the intersection of the dirt slope and the path below.

At the same time, his footsteps slowly started and walked down.

When they were almost at the intersection, another footstep was faintly heard from behind.

Lan En seemed not to care, and continued to walk forward along the road after going down the dirt slope.

But the footsteps behind him paused for a moment, and then he hesitantly called out.

". Lan En?"

Hearing Henrik's young voice, the witcher pretended to be puzzled and turned his head, just in time to see the hunter dressed the same as before approaching from behind.

"Ah, it's Henrik!"

The witcher acted relieved.

With the gifted negotiation ability of the Emperor's children, Lan En's performance was very natural.

He showed the sense of relief of meeting one of the few familiar people in a strange and complex city.

"What a coincidence! I'm a little dizzy now!"

He shrugged and said with luck.

But it was not luck at all.

Through their first meeting and conversation in the night of Old Yharnam, he knew in advance the scope of Henrik's work at night.

Later, when Mark was taking him to familiarize himself with Yharnam, he casually asked him what a novice who had just joined the church hunter would be assigned to do.

Mark still emphasized at the time that he probably lowered the standards to recruit people because the church was short of manpower.

So he probably wouldn't do the work that mature church hunters would do, but would probably do the same work as ordinary hunters first.

That is, "fill the gap caused by the large number of elite hunters being withdrawn, and suppress the threat of regular beast patients in Yharnam."

According to Lan's understanding of Henrik, his good friend had just become a church hunter. Although he had not been a hunter for long, he was more experienced than the other party.

Henrik would certainly prefer to form a team in the night of Yharnam and take care of each other.

Just like the team he formed with "Future" Gascoigne.

Even if it was just to take care of Mark for a few days and let him accumulate some experience?

Henrik would certainly do so.

So Lan only had to pick a necessary path between the two and wait.

The reason why the demon hunter did this was that he actually wanted to use this time to chat with Henrik.

And the truly useful information and intelligence only required a few words.

"Are you lost again?" Henrik looked him up and down coldly at first, but he was concerned, "Didn't I ask Mark to take care of you? You dare to walk around by yourself before you have been in Yharnam for a few days. You are really brave enough."

Lan En smiled slightly embarrassed but not too panicked.

"I remember the general direction, but there are a few forks that confused me."

Then, Lan En vaguely mentioned a few landmark locations, so that Henrik knew where he was "lost" without much effort.

Then, in two or three sentences, the route was explained clearly.

But what Lan En really wanted to ask was hidden in the greetings after pointing out the road.