Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 371 370. Red Robe

Watching Henryk pull one of Gascoigne's arms over his shoulder and support him to walk. Lan En's expression was a little helpless.

Neither Gascoigne nor the old hunter cared much about Lan En's violent beating just now.

He suppressed a beast-turned-hunter and then brought him back to the human realm.

Normally, this situation would occur outside of hunting night, and several hunters would be called upon to deal with it together.

But on this night of hunting when even the city had collapsed, it was not easy for the two of them to accomplish this.

No one could ask for anything more, Gascoigne was just grateful.

"Viola and the children are at the Yousefka Clinic. I think you'd better send him there first."

The first half of the sentence is to explain the situation to Gascoigne, and it can also be regarded as an explanation of the entrustment to himself.

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Henryk.

The two of them originally planned to join Gascoigne and then gather the strength of three hunters to hunt a monster on the bridge in front of the church town gate.

But Gascoigne doesn't look like he can fight now.

Lan En has no need to hunt monsters. He just wants to go to the church to check things and figure out what this power that stops time and makes people's consciousness go wrong is.

He could still enter the church town from the Orton chapel above.

"If you are determined to put that monster to rest, you can come to me in the chapel after sending Gascoigne there, and I will help."

The witcher gestured to Henrik.

After the old hunter lowered his head and was silent for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold down his three-cornered hat and nodded it up and down towards Lan En. He expressed his agreement with this plan and also saluted the demon hunter who helped him.

The old hunter helped the priest leave. The two of them looked staggering, but Lan En was not too worried.

The road leading from here to Yousefka Clinic has been cleared by them. As long as he is not particularly unlucky and encounters an over-sized monster, there is no reason why Henrik can't handle it.

He is an old hunter, and his rich experience is a hunter's most powerful combat capability.

After the bloody battle, the cold air invaded Uldun Cemetery again.

The mist crawling on the ground gathered here, giving the thick blood on the ground a texture like ice crystals.

Lan turned around and walked up the stairs.

Above the Orton Cemetery is the Orton Chapel. He was led by Henrik through it yesterday.

Entering this small church again, the scene was no different from last night, as if this sudden night of hunting had not affected this place at all.

Many porcelain and clay pots of different sizes and shapes are placed in the corners of the chapel, and some pots have burning candles on them.

Wax tears were piling up on the lid of the jar along the candle.

The smell of incense here is very strong, and this smell should be the reason why the chapel was not disturbed.

Even though Gascoigne was hacking and killing in the cemetery below, turning the dust into bloody mud, no bloodthirsty lycanthrope came up the stairs.

It can be considered safe now. If Yousefka can't accept too many people, it can be considered a safe haven.

Lan En thought as he walked into the chapel.

But just as he passed the pile of cans at the door of the church.

"Hmm, are you a hunter?"

Lan En looked at his side in surprise.

"You are?"

Is that a witch?

Lan En could only describe his first impression in this way.

Her arms were very long, abnormally long, and abnormally thin. There seemed to be no trace of fat or muscle under the wrinkled skin, and this thinness made her joints appear thick.

She was wearing a tattered red robe, and she was lying on the ground, like a dead object.

Lan En looked at the traces around her and felt that she had been here for a long time.

Perhaps this man was watching as he and Henrik passed by last night.

But the smell of incense in the chapel was very strong, and her own heartbeat was incredibly weak, so Lan En didn't even notice her.

"Me? I'm just a person who lives in a small church. Are you a hunter? Sorry, the incense overwhelms your smell. I'm so sorry, hee hee."

Lan En's brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at the man prostrate on the ground.

Her voice was old, but not shaky. The reason for her choppy speech was mainly due to her caution.

She seemed to feel that her status was very low, so she laughed unconsciously and hesitated in her words.

Would the people in Yanan discriminate against this old man to this extent?

"I'm not a hunter. No, just think of me as me. Is there anything you can do to help?"

Lan En squatted down, and then he realized that the old man's eyes were cloudy white, obviously invisible.

"No, no no, it's not that I need help."

She denied humbly.

"You are a kind hunter. This hunt has left many people hiding indoors, waiting for the night to pass. It was like this, now like this, and forever. But it will not pass so quickly, at least not this time. Now even hiding The townspeople inside the house deteriorated.”

Her hesitant words because she felt humble, not only did not make people feel the pleasure of looking down.

On the contrary, there is a kind of horror in today's night.

"The screams of women, the stench of blood, and the roars of monsters. These are not uncommon. Yanan is going to be finished. But..."

When she mentioned that the city was about to end, Lan En felt like she was going to cry out of fear. But then, she changed the topic.

"If you meet anyone who is still sane outside, please tell them to come to Orton Chapel. It's safe here, there's plenty of incense, keep the wild animals away, and let everyone come. If you don't find it troublesome. Hehe. "

Lan En listened quietly to the old man's chatter.

At first, he only thought that this old man was a guy who wanted to help others, although because of his tone, he looked like an old witch with a strange smile.

But that was actually a flattering ridicule.

But the more he heard about it, the weirder Lan En's expression became.

‘It was like this’ can also be understood to mean that she experienced the burning of Old Yharnam.

Needless to say, ‘this is what it is now’, everything on the night of the hunt is happening.

But...'forever'? !

Did this guy notice the passage of time and take action? !

Lan En was a little unsure, because when people in Yanan didn't know each other, they always spoke with a hint of the Riddler.

And after saying that, he always burst out into a distinctive laughter with no meaning.

It was hard to tell whether he was serious when he spoke or whether he was teasing something.

"How much incense have you used here tonight, old woman?"

Lan En asked calmly.

"Oh, burn two pieces at a time, and you have already used six pieces, kind hunter."

"Six dollars, this is originally enough to burn for three nights, right? And the incense is produced in the church town. The incense in the chapel is not cut corners. Maybe we have indeed spent three nights to burn the incense. It’s time, right?”

The body of the old woman in red robe stiffened slightly, but then returned to normal.

"Ah, you are a sober person again, a kind hunter?"

"Did you wake up this time? You must have many questions, but unfortunately, I just stay in this small church. No matter how many times, I just stay here."

"If there is anything you want to do or want to know, you can't get anything by asking me. Please, please work hard yourself, hehe."