Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1337: 1309 Familiar People

Chapter 1337 1309. Familiar People

After he had finished talking to Henryk, Lan En had time to say a few words to the red-robed witch who had been sitting in her seat at the door of Orton Chapel.

Words for the ‘sober’ people.

"You're back, Lan En? This is really a bad time. Hee, hee hee."

It is almost like a dead tree, and its slender and deformed arms are still raised as if to worship something. From the appearance alone, the red-robed witch still feels like an out-and-out dangerous person.

But fortunately, Lan En understood that underneath this terrifying appearance, there was a real and genuine warmth.

"I'll just assume it's you saying hello to me."

The demon hunter waved his hands carelessly and half-crouched in front of the red-robed witch.

"It's not up to me to decide whether to come or not. I can't help myself, haha."

Yanan was in the blood moon, but Lan En was still in a good mood and made a joke because he saw his old friend.

After the joke, the smile on the demon hunter's face faded, and he lowered his voice and asked in this empty chapel.

"How long have I been gone? How are things going now?"

"The concept that normal people use to describe time has no meaning in Yanan now." The red-robed witch said feebly as before.

"Then use the amount of incense to express it." Lan En responded quickly, or in other words, this was the way to express time that he and Mentos discovered the last time they came to Yharnam.

In this city where even time is distorted and played with by the dreams of the ancient gods, the unconscious people only think that this is a long and cruel night of hunting, just one night.

As for the sober hunters, because they have been in a distorted time for too long, their own concept of time may have been forgotten.

If you explain to them the concept of time such as 'a day or a month', they may be confused and unable to understand.

Sure enough, when it comes to the amount of incense, the red-robed witch has a much better idea.

Her fingers, like strange tree branches, pointed to the side of Orton's chapel.

"The incense jars there are all empty."

She couldn't hide her worry as she said it, and at the same time she clasped her hands together as if praying to something.

"Although Henryk, Gascoigne, and Irene all brought some back when they were hunting outside, it was still too little."

"Since you ended the journey back in time, the incense here will never appear again."

"Hey, Erin and I have been in the rewind for too long. We have forgotten that it consumes a lot of things for humans to leave time and go back to normal life."

Lan En listened and turned his head from his half-crouched body.

In the Orton chapel, nearly half of the small space is filled with large and small clay pots, all crowded against the wall.

The location pointed by the red-robed witch was a pile of medium-sized jars.

With just a quick glance, Mentos roughly calculated the amount of incense consumed based on the data.

"Half a year."

Lan En thought about it in his head.

Although there were hunters who went out to look for supplies in the meantime, the amount was not large and it had no impact. It was only a difference of one or two months.

The situation is not optimistic.

This was the Witcher's first reaction after estimating the time.

It's not because of the monster's ferocity or anything.

Henrik, Gascoigne and Irene have been wandering here for a long time, and there are not many monsters in Yharnam that can catch them.

These beasts don't care about strength and numbers to attack hunters, they have no brains.

What is really not optimistic is the remaining amount of supplies in the entire city.

The cityscape of Yharnam is similar to the Victorian Empire of Lann's home world, where the sun never sets.

During this period, although the abundance of materials was much higher than before, there was no profound improvement in storage methods.

This night has lasted for half a year, and unlike before, time will be traveled back under the influence of [Stupid Spider] Rom.

Now, how much stuff is left in this city for living people to consume?

Just thinking about it, I know that this is a problem that is not optimistic.

What is even less optimistic is that it can be expected that the situation in the future will only get worse, not better.

And this puts urgent pressure on all sober people all the time.

It's nice to be freed from the endless retrieval and see changes in long-lasting changes.

But once the traceback is broken, Yanan will have only one chance left to survive this **** and bizarre night of hunting.

Once it fails, there is no recovery.

"And it seems now," the red-robed witch said, and her face under the tattered red robe turned towards Maria and Adeline, who were gradually waking up.

"You have already been to the deepest and most dangerous nightmare, right?" "That is the deepest original sin of the hunters and the Healing Church." Lan En nodded and said in a deep voice, "Irene is now Where? I was just trying to talk to her about the situation.”

"Then you'd better wait here." The red-robed witch reminded, "She comes back very often. After all, Yanan may only be here, and she is still a little popular."

"If you go out and look for it, it will be difficult if you miss it."

But the first person to come back was not the awake crow hunter, but Gascoigne.

"Are you back?" The hunter, whose eyes were covered with white cloth, no longer wore the standard Yharnam hunter's coat.

Lan En tilted his head and looked at it, and found that he was on the upper body, as if he had the plate and other parts of the [Advanced Bear School Armor] that he originally left here, attached to his body.

This greatly increases the defensive performance, but seems to be a bit of a drag on the Yharnam Hunter's signature ultra-fast fighting style.

But considering that Gascoigne originally used a hunter's ax, which is a powerful and heavy-weight transforming weapon, it might be quite appropriate?

"It's really not the right time." Gascoigne nodded to his wife, then sat on the steps next to Lan En and said, "Now Yanan is becoming more and more dangerous and depleted. "

"Look, I don't even have the luxury to treat you to a meal."

Lan En crossed his arms and looked down at the foreigner hunter who was about the same height as him when they first met.

"This is always the first thing you say when you see me." The demon hunter complained in a calm voice, "In this night, you can say something nice. Even just say it?"

"Anyway, I'm back, what else can I do?"

As he spoke, Lan En spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

The [Smaug] armor on his body made a heavy and solid sound.

"How about the 'old antique' armor I left behind?"

Lan En raised his eyebrows and said.

"The style is indeed too old-school." Gascoigne smiled and said, "But the thick deck also makes people feel safe. It saved me several times during this hunting night."

"The armor has to be easy to use, do you care if it's old-fashioned or not?" Henrik passed by the two of them, saying half a lesson and half unconvinced. "What's up with the old school? Huh?"

"Very good!" Gascoigne nodded immediately, "I say, the old school is good and reassuring."

"Look at Lan En, his outfit seems to be more exaggerated now."

In fact, Lan En's [Smaug] heavy armor, designed by the leader of the second phase of the New World Survey Group, can be said to be very impressive in appearance.

A solid, angular to ferocious bone-white body, with a dragon skin skirt hanging from the waist.

But being popular is one thing, but the design concept is still in the style of plate armor and heavy armor.

In the eyes of people of this period in Yanan, it still has the antique style of more than a hundred years ago.

It’s just that this ‘old antique’ appearance is very trendy.

Crow hunter Erin returned to Orton Chapel not long after.

She looked dusty and in a hurry as usual, and the crow feather cloak she wore became messy and tangled because it was stained with too much blood.

As soon as he saw Erin coming back, Lan stopped chatting with Gascoigne.

The witcher patted the hunter who had been a priest on the shoulder, and Gascoigne nodded appropriately.

He stopped talking about the excitement of seeing his friends again on this hopeless night of hunting.

As before, Lan En, Erin, the red-robed witch, and the three sober people in the Orton chapel stood in a small area in the corner, talking in low voices.

"You're back."

"Yes, I came back at a really bad time." Lan En curled his lips and choked out in the middle of Irene's words, "This sentence is really standard for meetings now."

But after complaining, the witcher immediately became serious.

"I'm back anyway, so meaningless emotions are no longer important. Let me tell you something first, do you know Simon, a sober hunter?"

The crow hunter was originally standing against the wall, using a rag to wipe his leather gloves, which were stained with a lot of smelly blood due to the use of [visceral crit].

After hearing the name, the crow mask that looked like a medieval doctor lifted up.

"Simon? Did you see him first when you came back this time?"

"It seems you do know each other." Lan En nodded.

"The number of backtrackings has been so many that no one can remember it." Irene said without surprise, "A sober hunter, as long as we haven't lost our sobriety, we are more or less aware of each other's existence."

"But I remember that he has been obsessed with a deep and terrifying nightmare, and wanted to find out the truth in that nightmare."

Speaking of this, Eileen chuckled unconsciously, not knowing whether it was bitterness or indifference.

"But it's not surprising. People like us won't be able to survive if we don't cling to something."

With that said, Erin had time to look past Lan En's figure and tilted her head to look at the two more figures who appeared in the Orton chapel.

Even though she was wearing a crow mask, she was obviously silent for a while.

Obviously, Maria's appearance is still very obvious. Even though she has been dead for a long time in normal time, Irene still remembers or has heard of such a hunter.

(End of chapter)