Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 372 371. Backtracking

"'How many times'? You mean, the night was not just stalled, but..."

"Ah, yes, yes. Just like you thought."

Facing the witcher's frowning question, the old man lying on the ground answered calmly.

"From one day ago to tonight. Over and over again."

"We don't know what the power that plays with time wants, but we can be sure that if we don't get the results He wants, then there will be no end to this night."

"How many people are aware of this?"

"Not many. Hee hee, not many. Most of them are hunters, but their number is getting smaller every time. This is also common sense. Hunters are already tired from hunting, and now it is an endless night of hunting. ,whee."

The old man in red robe could not speak clearly as to who was awake.

But Lan En was certain that the hunter wearing the bird feather cloak should be one of them.

Thinking of this, the witcher sighed.

It's a pity that he doesn't know where she is now. Otherwise, through communication, he might be able to directly get the experience of going back many times in the past.

"Thank you. I understand at least a little bit."

Lan En stood up from his half-crouched state and thanked the old man in red robe.

"If I meet other people, I will inform them to come and take refuge. But time will always go back, and your help will help them."

Your help means nothing to them.

Lan En wanted to say this.

But the old man didn't care at all.

"Even if I can only give them a moment of peace, I will always do something, right? I always want to help others. Hehe."

Regardless of whether it makes sense to those who are not sober, this is what the old man himself decided to do.

It means something to her.

Many times there is no need for a reason to help others.

Lan En nodded calmly and walked out of the chapel.

Outside the chapel is a small circular square extending in all directions, through which Henryk took Lan to the Orton chapel.

On the last hunting night, Lan En was deeply impressed by the clergy patrolling here.

They are generally tall, but their skin is as pale as dust.

They were obviously not normal humans. Lan En only thought that they were humanoid intelligent races that cooperated with humans in this world.

Just like the dwarf banker who opened a bank in Vizima.

"Sir, could you please show me the way to the cathedral?"

Lan En politely asked a foreign clergyman holding an oil lamp and a cane.

But the clergy who were supposed to provide guidance to the believers and provide a good impression to outsiders, at this time, the lead-white face turned out to be wooden and hollow.

He raised the oil lamp in his hand, and then the flame in the glass light box sprayed out in a sputtering pattern as if it was pulled by some force.

The moment the opponent made a move, Lan En's [Quen's Seal] directly blocked the first wave of heat.

Then [Igni Seal] reversely took over the control of these flames.

The handprints stretched forward made the flames wrap around the clergy like a rising tide.

The woolen coat on his body instantly became fuel, burning his flesh.

Lan En frowned, watching the clergymen struggling with their teeth and claws, and then gradually becoming trapped and powerless in the flames.

But it was completely different from ordinary creatures that died of fire. Even though he showed a considerable degree of pain in his limbs, he did not make any sound from the beginning to the end.

Screams, curses, curses. Not even a groan!

In the agony of being burned alive, silence is contrary to biological nature.

"Hell!"

The chaotic magic power in his body quickly recovered, but Lan En's expression was not pretty.

He originally thought that the lycanthropic patients outside of Church Town were weird enough. Who knew that Church Town was full of people like this, who would give people chills even if they died?

Looking up at the stairs extending upward and the many clergymen wandering on the stairs, Lan curled his lips.

Find another way first, and you can bite the hard persimmon later.

The witcher found another way to go down in this small square that was connected in all directions.

The scenery in Church Town is good. Compared with other locations in Yanan, there are still many open spaces used for decorative greening.

It's just that in this cold and bloody night, the fluttering green branches and leaves look withered and strange.

The other way is much easier, and there are only a few ordinary patients who have not even developed the lycanthropy disease too seriously.

There are also a group of residents living in the church town. Even if these residents stay at home, they begin to be unable to suppress the progression of the disease after running out of incense.

After Lan En cleared away these weak enemies, he walked to a platform with some kind of altar.

A blond hunter wearing a hunter's attire, with a Healing Church holy cloth hanging on his back, was kneeling in front of the altar and praying softly.

Looks very pious.

Lan En put his hand on the scabbard at his waist. Arondette was more useful against a single enemy of the same size.

The witcher approached him tentatively and said hello.

"Hello?"

He couldn't be careless. The situation in Church Town was different from that in Yanan outside. Those clergymen who wanted to kill anyone on sight did not have the stench of beasts.

Taste does not distinguish friend from foe here.

But he couldn't give up the opportunity to ask for directions, after all, Yanan knew the road conditions well.

Fortunately, the blond hunter made Lan En feel that he was not unlucky yet.

"Hello to you, sir."

There was a hint of enthusiasm in the blond man's voice.

"Oh, you're a new hunter, right? Ha, don't be embarrassed, I know, it's exactly the same as when I first started."

When he turned around, Lan En saw his whole face.

Very typical white guy with blond hair and blue eyes.

The hunting attire he wears should belong to the Healing Church, but compared to the generally lightweight hunting attire, the equipment he wears seems thicker.

Although in Lan En's eyes, this can still only be called a super lightweight cloth armor.

The rationality and enthusiasm shown by the blond man made Lan come closer, which made him look even happier.

"It's rare to hear the voice of reason on this night."

"Just call me Alfred, sir. I am a follower of Master Logarius, a hunter who hunts the foul blood clan. What about you?"

The blond Alfred stretched out his hand, and Lan stepped forward to shake it.

Although he was wearing leather gloves, Lan En could still feel the obvious calluses on his palms. This was a guy who used heavy weapons.

"Lan En, just call me Lan En." Withdrawing his hand, the demon hunter felt a little confused.

The filthy blood clan? Do you mean people who are good at using other blood for blood therapy?

Lane still remembers the concept that Dr. Yousefka popularized to him.

In the context of the Healing Church, "filthiness" and "blasphemy" refer to irregular behavior in blood healing.

But this topic is obviously related to the belief of the man in front of him, and Lan En doesn't want to express his speculation easily.

If it is wrong, it will be offensive to a believer.

Lan En's response made Alfred even more enthusiastic. He grabbed Lan En's retracted hand, and then shook it up and down vigorously before letting go.

"Ah, hello, Lan En. We have different hunting goals, but we are all hunters. Hunters should exchange experiences with each other in order to improve their skills and get closer to the hunting goals, right?"

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