Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1344 1316. Tonight, Geman joins the hunt

Gascoigne was shocked by Lane's body, but the shock couldn't stop him for long.

"Someone is waiting for me to come home, but what about you? No one is waiting for you to come home?"

"Yes, quite a few." Lan En answered without any hesitation.

"Then we should support each other so that we can all go home!" Gascoigne said seriously.

"But I'm much better than you, in every way."

Lan En still answered calmly.

"One more person means more strength." Gascoigne choked for a moment and then added.

But Lan En turned around and looked at him in surprise: "So you see, Henryk is much calmer and more knowledgeable than you."

"This is Yanan, Gascoigne, how can you say the words 'multiple people, multiple efforts'?"

Gascoigne really didn't expect that he, a hunter who had lived in Yanan for more than ten years and had become a family, would be taught such a lesson by an out-and-out outsider.

It was as if he was a foreigner.

Lan En's tone darkened and he shook his head. "Henryk didn't ask me more questions because he knew that sometimes in Yanan, hiding something might not be out of goodwill or malice, but because the matter itself really cannot be said."

“If there are many people, it may not be a help.”

"Okay." Lan En seemed to have completed the final arrangements. He tied the mouth of the alchemy leather bag tightly and hung it on his waist.

He stood up and patted the non-existent dust on the dragon skin skirt and armor.

Gascoigne was still sitting next to him, his head lowered.

Lan En stepped on the ground with his boots and took two steps outside before suddenly stopping.

"To be honest, when I first came to Yanan, I was a little panicked. After all, I had just started traveling at that time, so I had no experience and no confidence."

Lan En turned around freely, put his hands on his hips and said to Gascoigne, who was sitting there with his head bowed.

"So, I'm grateful that you were able to show me a place to rest and share my seat at the table."

For Gascoigne's concept of time, what Lan En said only happened during the day today.

But for Lane, it was the early days of his journey across the world.

At that time, he even prepared his own supplies according to the specifications of going out for camping, and there was no experience at all.

But now, he even prepared a full set of medical tools in his alchemical leather bag.

He has grown so much.

"So, just think of it as a thank you for Viola's meal." Lan En smiled nonchalantly, "I will do you this favor, Gascoigne."

"If it's just for a meal," Gascoigne said in a low voice, "it's not worth it, Lan."

"It's up to me to decide whether it's worth it or not. What are you mumbling about here? I'm still young and I can't stand the nagging of you old guys."

The witcher choked back unceremoniously.

There was silence for a while, and then Gascoigne raised his head and looked at the demon hunter standing with his arms akimbo: "You are right, you are still young, so you should cherish the time in the future even more."

"Oh, then don't even think about it." Lan En said expressionlessly. "After careful calculation, I seem to be only twenty-two or less than twenty-three now."

"At my age and as a person, I probably can't bear to see unpleasant things. It's so irritating that I don't care what you think."

After saying that, Lan En shrugged: "Let's go."

Turn around and leave.

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From the Orton chapel, we went all the way to the hunter's workshop that Lan En found under Eileen's guidance when he first came to Yharnam.

The dead branches and leaves all over the ground, as well as the tombstones, are the same as before.

Lan En walked into this decaying garden and walked all the way to the chapel-like workshop building.

The strong wood has not been eroded much even in the chaotic and long time.

Boots made of bone armor stepped on the wooden floor, and Lan En climbed up a step. In front of him was the spot where the doll sat slumped.

The bookcases that store the hunters' manuscripts, the tables used to repair transforming weapons, and the tool tables used to adjust muskets. These things are all sitting here quietly, but they are too abandoned to be used.

Next to this location is the side entrance of the workshop.

Looking out from here, you can see that the workshop is located on the middle floor of many buildings in Yanan.

Because Yanan is a mountain city, even the bases of many buildings are higher than here.

And here is the key to ending Yanan's nightmare.

In other words, enter the key door.

Lan En turned his head and looked at a twisted, shriveled umbilical cord with eyes placed on the table in the middle of the hunter's workshop.

But he didn't pay attention to this obviously strange thing. Instead, he just changed his hand and pulled out the large dagger on the armed belt at his waist.

"Hey~"

There was a clear sound of drawing a knife.

The blade shining with blue light was revealed.

At the same time, Lan En's eyes began to darken.

His amber cat eyes rotated, as if he was carefully observing every trace of the void.

Finally, after taking a deep breath to adjust his condition, the large dagger with a faint blue blade penetrated into a trace invisible to ordinary people in the void.

And then Lan En held the handle of the dagger with both hands, dragging the blade up as if he was carefully cutting the body of a prey.

And the space in front of him really seemed to be cut by him.

The ‘wound in space’ expanded spontaneously, and Lan En stepped over it.

The same sound of boots stepping on the wooden floor.

The chapel-like workshop seemed to be no different from before at first glance, as if Lan En's [Space Cutting] had failed.

He did not cross from the ‘wound in space’ to another place, but just took a step in the same place.

But it was just ‘at first glance’.

“Swish~”

A breeze passed through the grass and trees, and the sound of branches and leaves sounded, followed by the quiet fragrance of flowers that had not been there before.

Looking out the side door of the workshop, the garden outside, which was originally withered and only had fallen leaves, is now full of white flowers, swaying in the breeze.

And looking down, the wooden floor underfoot and the surrounding tables and bookcases are also neatly arranged and fully functional.

This is not a hunter workshop that has been abandoned for a long time.

This is a hunter workshop that is still in use and even well maintained.

Everything was just like what Lan En saw when he fell asleep when he first came to Yharnam.

Lan En walked forward without looking back.

The surroundings of this hunter workshop were no longer the other buildings in Yharnam where only the base could be seen.

It now seemed to be located on a certain mountain top. Looking into the distance, one could only see the undulating lines of the mountains obscured by the hazy mist.

There were also huge stone pillars that were taller than the mountains, piercing the chaotic and blurred sky.

"Hello, kind hunter."

A soft and gentle female voice came from behind Lan En.

Turning around, a doll that looked exactly like the doll Lan En picked up and Maria was standing alive at the steps of the main entrance of the workshop.

She folded her hands on her lower abdomen, like a waiter who had been waiting for a long time.

But there was no emotion or warmth.

She was just doing what she should do.

She bowed slightly to Lan En.

"German." The doll based on Maria did not show any emotion when she uttered this name. "Waiting under the big tree."

The demon hunter gathered all his silver-like hair behind his head, and his originally casual hair suddenly looked neat and tidy.

"What about you?"

Lan En asked.

"I" the puppet who had straightened his waist, bowed again slowly, "Just a puppet."

"Please go to see him, kind hunter."

The demon hunter nodded silently, put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and walked to the other end of the small garden.

Through an iron gate, there is a larger sea of ​​flowers outside the small garden.

The white flowers with a quiet fragrance are spread all over the place, undulating along the terrain.

And under a big tree growing on a hill, [First Hunter] Geman is sitting in a wheelchair, waiting quietly.

The sea of ​​flowers swayed in the breeze that came from nowhere.

And a few strands of Lan En's hair also floated in the breeze.

The demon hunter looked up at the huge moon in the sky, everything seemed quiet and beautiful.

"You are very suitable to stay here, young hunter."

German, like an old man who is exhausted and about to die, lowered his head in the wheelchair, letting the shadow of the brim of his top hat cover his face.

His voice was also soft as if he was about to die.

"That way, this place will be more beautiful."

"I'll take this as a compliment." Lan En walked slowly towards the hillock, stepping on the white flowers, "But forget it."

"So many execution racks make this sea of ​​flowers look creepy."

Yes, there are still many T-shaped execution racks scattered in this sea of ​​flowers, but it seems that over time, vines and grass roots have climbed up the racks and grown up.

"Hehe." Geman didn't care, but just laughed twice in his throat like a cough.

The jokes ended there.

"Hunter from another land, I will show you mercy for the last time."

German's tone clearly did not change, but an inexplicable chill appeared silently, just like ice floating on the water.

"You should know that this is a nightmare for others, but for you. This is absolutely true."

"As long as there is a drop of blood. A drop of Yharnam blood, you are qualified to participate in this nightmare."

"Everything you want and desire can be obtained in this dream."

"As long as you are willing to add a drop of blood to your body."

Lan En just tilted his head and smiled at the old man in the wheelchair without saying anything.

But the old man who kept his head down seemed to have understood the answer.

He shook his head regretfully.

"Oh, dear, what on earth are you thinking about?"

German lamented softly.

"Hunting? Blood? Or nightmares? What He promised you is far better than this."

"But... it doesn't matter."

"Do you think it was that old William who led you here? What can he see through?"

"As long as you are already here, everything will be fine."

The origin of the Yharnam hunters, for the first time in front of Lan En, slowly stood up from the old wheelchair, almost dying.

Under the brim of the top hat, the corners of the old man's mouth curved up.

"As a helper, the hunters can always find a way to solve the problem."

The folded blade, which was originally hidden by the loose and worn clothes and body because he was curled up in the wheelchair, was completely exposed with a cold light.

"Tonight."

"German, join the hunt."