Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 345 344. Strange

Lan En watched helplessly as Gascoigne took out a glass bottle with a syringe from the inner pocket of his jacket.

Inside the bottle was a clear liquid that was hazy and almost blood-red.

It looks like some kind of serum after processed blood.

He didn't even look carefully for blood vessels or anything, he just felt one of Henrik's legs, and then plunged it in neatly.

With the injection of the liquid in the bottle, Henrik's wounds recovered at an alarming speed, and the lost blood seemed to be produced out of thin air in his body.

This old hunter, who was originally cold and limp due to heavy bleeding, suddenly returned to normal after this injection.

Gascoigne put the empty glass bottle into his arms and stood up as if he had received an injection and there was no need to worry about it.

And Henrik really doesn’t need to worry about it.

The old hunter, whose clavicle artery had been opened just now, stood up naturally at this time.

Lan En looked on in shock.

No, just wait a moment. Am I a mutant or are you mutants?

Even if I drink a bottle as big as [Pure White Lafarde], it may not be as good as your shot!

Although Gascoigne was blindfolded, he seemed to be able to detect Lan En's expression easily.

"This is [blood therapy]."

He opened his outer cover towards Lan En. On the inside of the outer cover, there were two small bottles of syringes filled with faint yellow liquid serum.

"Actually, if your illness is urgent, you can completely ignore the cumbersome rituals and appointments in the church and just inject this into your body."

Lan En nodded blankly, but for some reason, after seeing such an immediate effect of [Blood Therapy], he became even more resistant.

There's something wrong with this thing and it's disgusting.

This feeling kept popping up in Lan En's heart.

Gascoigne's blood collection bottle looked a little stained, but that was dirt from the process of hunting lycanthropic patients and would not affect the serum in the blood collection bottle.

But Lan En just felt that the thing was dirty and disgusting.

It's like it feels like there's a bunch of plankton in there.

"Let me know more about [blood therapy]. Let me know more about it. Henrik, what happened to you just now? If I had reacted slower, you would have almost had your head taken off by that monster!"

The young man asked the old hunter seriously. Being distracted during an encounter is a mistake that even a rookie who has only wielded a knife a few times should not make.

Henrik's behavior was as abnormal as if an ordinary person suddenly went crazy for no apparent reason.

By the way, Lan En also asked Gascoigne.

"Or, [Blood Therapy] can make people recover even after losing their heads? Is that why hunters can't get nervous during encounters?"

The priest shook his head: "[Blood Therapy] is the technological crystallization of the church, but so far I have never heard of this level of medical results."

"Give us an explanation, Henrik. We, or at least me, should make sure that you are mentally sound and able to adapt to hunting."

Henrik's three-cornered hat lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he still said nothing.

He just wiped his own blood, which stained half of his body red, and walked towards the three-headed monster that was chopped to death.

Lan En could tell that the old hunter's steps were a little heavy.

"You were very powerful just now, Lan En. Now I believe that even if you don't have the hunters' workshop weapons, you are still good enough to participate in the hunt."

Gascoigne and Lann followed the silent Henrik while praising Lann's skills.

Just now, Lan En killed two monsters by himself, which was a big help when Henryk suddenly lost control.

"No, it's nothing."

Lan En paused hesitantly.

"Aren't you worried about Henrik? He doesn't look right."

Gascoigne pressed his wide-brimmed hat and shook his head.

"This is Yanan, Lan En. The hunters in this city, or everyone in this city, will have a few moments that are not normal. Especially in an environment like hunting night, you have to Only by learning to adapt or ignore this abnormality can we live in Yanan."

The moon in the sky is abnormally large, and the moonlight projected onto the ground is as bright as a low-power street light.

Gascoigne's wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over the upper half of his face, making it impossible for Lan to see his expression clearly.

The witcher remained silent.

The two of them followed Henryk all the way, and now the old hunter was digging through the body of the lycanthropic patient.

He first pulled at the remaining clothing on the three lycanthropic patients. All three pieces of clothing looked new.

This does not mean that they were recently made, but that the cracks and damage are new.

It seems that it was torn violently due to the severe physical distortion of the wearer, and then hung on the patient's body like rags.

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

Henrik once said that the development of lycanthropy is a process, from shallow to deep.

If it is a mildly lycanthropic patient, it is possible to wear such clothes. But there are three patients who have turned into beasts to this extent.

The hard hair on their bodies should have ground these ordinary clothes into fibers during the activity!

In other words - these three people did not experience the development process of lycanthropy, or the development process was very short.

Then they directly became ‘them’ now.

The development of lycanthropy goes against the common sense that Yanan has concluded for a long time?

Is this the reason why Henrik lost his mind on the battlefield?

"This isn't right, Henrik."

Before the young demon hunter could speak, Gascoigne spoke much more directly to Henrik.

The priest's tone also became serious and solemn.

"I have never seen a beast with blood-red eyes. Is this what you were doing just now? Have you seen this kind of beast before?"

This focus was different from Lan En's, so he recalled the eyes of ordinary lycanthropy patients.

Mentos accurately retrieved the memory image and projected it to the corner of the field of vision.

That was the first lycanthrope patient Lan En encountered. In addition to the large areas of bloodshot eyes, the round pupils collapsed and melted, like a stain spreading in the eyes. .

Those are the pupils of a lycanthropic patient, and these eyes are like blood gems

"Yeah, I've seen it, but that was, that was a long, long time ago."

The hunter, who had been dug out from his collarbone to his artery, spoke for the first time after standing up from the ground. The voice was difficult and contradictory, as if he was refusing to acknowledge some fact before his eyes.

Henrik stood up and let out a sigh of relief.

"Put these three bodies here first, don't touch them."

"But Henrik, on the night of the hunt, hunters are required to burn all the corpses they kill. In order to stop the lycanthropic plague, you know this."

Gascoigne calmly repeated the hunter's job requirements, but the old hunter who should have been more calm seemed to be a little unable to control his emotions at this time.

"Don't worry about the rules for now. I will go find the people from the church and ask them to come and take a look. This is wrong! They must come and take a look!"

Amidst Henrik's uncontrollable roar, Gascoigne rationally stopped trying to dissuade him.

"It seems you do know something, Henrik."

The priest put the trumpet gun back under the cover and asked calmly.

"I won't ask too many questions. Do you have any advice for me or Viola?"

After mentioning the name of Viola, Gascoigne's wife, the old hunter suddenly calmed down a lot.

After a moment of silence, his three-cornered hat shook feebly.

"Suggestion. Let Viola stay at home and prepare enough incense to drive away beasts. Yes, even if this hunting night has just passed, you must urge her and let her prepare enough incense. And about you?"

"...Always ready to fight, Gascoigne. Always ready to hunt the beast, and then pray, pray to the gods you once believed in, the gods you believe in now, all the gods imaginable. Pray that this was just an accident."

After saying that, the old hunter in the yellow coat walked out of the alley alone.

"I'll find you at dinner and let Viola cook more."

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