Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1478 1150. Persistence

After setting a schedule to trace the source of [filth] starting tomorrow, Wuming put on the red ghost mask and prepared to leave.

Lan En looked at her back, tilted his head and raised his hand to call out.

"Wait."

Seeing Wuming stop and look back, Lan En spread his hands to her.

"Where do you live now? We have to keep in touch, right?"

Speaking of this, Wuming scratched his head: "I live in the alley on the street we just passed. Remember, I stayed overnight in a tavern there."

Looking at the demon hunter in front of him with a bit of silly movements, Lan En recalled a little.

The place Wuming was talking about was the most rudimentary place even in the not-so-big castle town of Iwamura Castle.

The so-called tavern she was talking about was simply a small store that a family opened by renovating their own house to supplement their household income. It could only seat two people.

So Lan En just crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at her: "Are you short of money?"

Wu Ming scratched his head more frequently: "Who in this world doesn't need money? Of course, it's not just that."

She didn't finish her words, but Lan En had roughly understood.

Death, epidemics, fires. These things can leave [filth] in the world, and then attract monsters and evil spirits.

What about the monster hunters who specialize in hunting monsters?

Although they must have mastered the technology to remove the [filth] on their bodies, from the perspective of ordinary people: you are already "dirty", even if you have been "cleaned" afterwards, it is better for us to stay away from you if it is not necessary.

To put it more bluntly: a bowl that has been in contact with poison, even if it is washed clean, most people will not continue to use it without resistance.

It is natural to be disliked.

In the magical medieval world, the situation of the demon hunters is not much different, so Lan En can understand.

It can even be said that the civilians' rejection of demon hunters in the magical Middle Ages came more from ignorance, prejudice and rumors, but in this world, people's rejection of demon hunters actually has some practical significance.

After all, there is really such a phenomenon as [residual filth] here.

It would be safer to reduce contact with demon hunters.

Although Wuming was possessed by the [Guardian Spirit], ordinary [residual filth] could not get close to her, but she obviously could not tell this to everyone she met.

Besides, [Guardian Spirit] is not something that anyone can see.

So, she could only live a life similar to that of ordinary demon hunters.

"If you don't mind, do you want to live there?"

Seeing Wuming still scratching his head a little embarrassed, Lan En pointed behind him with his thumb.

That direction was the castle tower in Iwamura Castle.

Wuming looked up and down at Lan En, and his eyes drifted from the direction of his finger to the castle tower from time to time.

"You guy," she said, without any envy or jealousy in her eyes, but with an "as expected" look, "you are not an ordinary person, right?"

"Why? Are you a noble who is interested in exorcising ghosts?"

The demon hunter did not comment, and even smiled with a bit of sarcasm: "I can see that you have never really seen any noble."

"In your place, nobles are now popular with white powder and black teeth."

Wu Ming looked at Lan En expressionlessly, and only snorted coldly: "Tsk."

But then, he walked straight past Lan En and headed directly towards the castle tower.

Lan En lowered his head and spread his hands to the flannel ball.

The kitten shook its head and meowed, then jumped onto the roof next to it and disappeared quickly.

And Lan En turned around and quickly walked to Wu Ming's side and walked with her.

The castle tower, the tallest and most luxurious building in the city, is undoubtedly the residence of the lord.

But in addition to being a symbol of power, it is also a military facility with "observation and command" functions.

For a military stronghold like Iwamura Castle, the military attributes of the castle tower are even stronger.

On the square base made of large stones, there should be the white wall of the main body of the castle tower.

However, the walls of the castle tower of Iwamura Castle have turned yellow and black, but they have not been tidied up and painted.

It even looks a bit sloppy from the outside.

But Lan En, who had entered and met with the castle lord Ando Mori, knew that under this sloppy appearance, the weapons in the castle tower were very sufficient and reliable.

The building was filled with the smell of powder not for enjoyment, but the fishy smell of oiling weapons and armor.

Just this awareness of properly maintaining the weapons reserve is better than many contemporary Japanese daimyo.

And when walking inside, Lan En vaguely smelled a little gunpowder.

It can be imagined that the muskets, which are probably still new weapons in Japan, have been used in batches in the castle tower.

Ando Morinari, one of the ‘Mino Three’, is not a good-for-nothing after all, he has some skills.

Inside the castle tower, Lan En and Wu Ming were in a rather spacious suite, each relaxing a lot.

Lan En’s Sword of the Lake Girl was placed on the knife rack in a pretentious manner, and Wu Ming’s alien weapon called [Naginata Scythe] was also placed against the wall by the door frame.

Lighting is still a luxury product without supernatural power.

Two standing candlesticks, which are slightly lower than a person kneeling, were placed beside the two people. At least there was a little warm firelight in the dim environment.

Lan En had taken off his armor and sat with one leg propped up against the wall.

On the wall behind him, there was a large picture of a tiger, which seemed to show the spirit of the samurai family.

Generally speaking, hunting pictures, battlefield pictures, pictures of samurai fighting ghosts, or pictures of wild beasts are all common paintings in samurai homes.

Under Lan En's interesting gaze, Wu Ming looked very curious.

From time to time, she knocked on the tung oil floor beside her legs that reflected the candlelight, or stood up to fiddle with the screen canvas in the room.

"If you are uncomfortable living in a suite with me, I can tell them and give you another single room."

"No, I'm not a delicate princess. There are many hotels with large bunk beds where you can sleep in the same room with a man."

Wu Ming continued to look at the things in the room and responded nonchalantly.

She was picking up a gauze lampshade with a camellia picture on it from the floor and wanted to try to cover it on the standing candlestick.

"It's you who seems more abnormal, right?"

"Me?" Lan En used his big hands to accurately and easily pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pickled plum on the small table in front of him and bit off a little, chewing the sour taste.

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After his mouth and tongue were salivating, he picked up a small cup of sake and drank it with interest.

The taste of the combination made him feel a little novel, but it was not amazing at all.

For his eating habits, it felt too light.

In Japan at this time, even the taste of food would be divided into ridiculous "high and low".

The taste favored by the nobles and the emperor was called "elegant", while the strong and powerful taste was naturally denounced as "vulgar, inferior taste".

However, even if he was not interested in this taste, Lan En's casual use of it, the free and easy movements, had almost become an instinctive ritual in the body of the emperor's son, but it still affected his every move.

The so-called "aristocratic temperament" is originally something that is piled up and rendered by various cumbersome and mysterious etiquette.

However, the "nobleness" of the son of the emperor will never be looked down upon because of the differences in local etiquette and culture, even if he crosses planets and travels between various galaxies.

"You are really not an ordinary person, right? You can get such a reception just by opening your mouth in the castle tower of Iwamura Castle."

Wuming successfully shone the lantern in his hand on the standing candlestick, and sat cross-legged at his own dining table.

He picked up the bowl casually and ate while looking at Lan En.

"And the pair of snake eyes glowing in the dark. If we meet at night, let alone sprinkle a handful of salt, even if you hold a handful of salt in your hand, I will not easily let my guard down."

The eyes of the demon hunter are more creepy at night.

But Wuming said this more as a joke.

She has a [Guardian Spirit] on her body, and she can still feel whether Lan En has demonic or foul air when they meet.

"What about you?" Lan En smiled and bypassed Wu Ming's question, and the other party was also smart and did not get entangled, "You are obviously blessed by gods and Buddhas, and there are many people who want to entertain you these days, right? Why do you have to live in the open air and be short of money?"

"You mean these things?" Wu Ming raised the bowl in his hand and said indifferently while eating, "White rice, miso soup and grilled sea bream are delicious, but as long as you can kill ghosts, nothing else matters."

Lan En played with the wine glass in his hand.

He could hear that Wu Ming's tone was so plain that it was like a casual chat, but there was determination and hatred hidden under it.

The demon hunter [Chu Ye Ya Zhong] is different from the demon hunter after all.

The demon hunter is not only a profession, but also a race. But the demon hunter can choose whether to quit.

But at the same time, this also means that those who still stay in this profession after experiencing hardships and difficulties must have an incomparable obsession with this profession.

Whether it is out of kindness to help others or hatred for monsters.

Wuming, she was only curious about the castle tower, and didn't care about the relatively comfortable life there.

Lan En could be sure of this.

"Don't worry." The demon hunter smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow? Or in a few days? Anyway, the mayor of this city will formally treat you to a good meal."

"Eh~?"

Wuming made a Japanese-style puzzled sound.

She didn't understand why Lan En was so sure, and these meals seemed very luxurious to her.

But Lan En didn't think so.

He knew why Ando Mori was so polite to him, and if he really wanted to find out the details and background, he needed to have more contact, and the dinner party was an ideal place.

But the other party didn't invite him to the dinner tonight. Lan En didn't seem to be moved on the surface, but he had a vague guess in his heart.

I'm afraid Ando Mori is waiting for someone?

A guest at the dinner party, someone who can help him see the situation clearly.

Who else could it be?

The demon hunter looked at the bland wine in his hand.

Ando Mori's son-in-law, Takenaka Hanbei. A wise general praised as "Kongming of the present" and "Kusunoki of the present".

Zhuge Kongming's wisdom spread to Japan along with the story of the Three Kingdoms, and impressed the Japanese.

Kusunoki Masashige was a famous local commander in Japanese history.

Even though Lan En thought that such a reputation was exaggerated, he must have some ability.

Lan En thought that just because Ando Mamoru didn't have a banquet tonight, he had already guessed what would happen next and who he would meet.