Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 365: 364 intelligence update

Chapter 365: 364 intelligence update

Chapter 365 364.Intelligence update

Lan En, who finally walked down the stairs of Yousefka Clinic, waved back. On the stairs, two little girls also said goodbye to him.

Goodbye, kind hunter.

In Yanan, it seems that the best praise people can give a hunter is to say "a kind hunter".

When Lane walked out of Yousefka Clinic and walked back along the road that sent Gascoigne's family here, after climbing up the ladder, he discovered something that he had not noticed before because he was in too much haste.

The warning light outside one of the windows was still on.

The warning light is the Yharnamite on hunting night, showing hunters that the occupants of the house still have sanity.

The glass lamp outside the house can be filled with oil from inside the house and continue to burn. This behavior is enough to prove that the people in the house are normal.

Lan En stepped forward and knocked on the window, thinking that Yousefka's clinic was just a few steps down the stairs not far away, and it would be easy to say a word to this person.

But the approaching sound coming from the house was not the sound of normal people walking, but the sound of the wheels of a wheelchair rolling.

"Are you a hunter? The night is so long, but you are the first hunter to come to me for confirmation. Ahem."

The people in the room cast a silhouette of a wheelchair on the curtains under the candlelight.

His voice is old, wheezing and coughing, making it sound labored and unhealthy.

"Hunter. That's right. Sir, do you need care? There is a clinic downstairs. I can send you down. Although it won't be too uncomfortable, I can guarantee it will be fast enough."

Lan En said calmly.

The Yannan people's xenophobia made him admit his identity as a hunter, but the old man in the house seemed to recognize him because of this.

"My name is Gilbert, young gentleman. You, ahem, you are a stranger, right? Don't worry, I am also a stranger. After staying in Yanan for a long time, I have become able to recognize it."

After speaking, the voices in the room struggled to joke.

You must have had a great time, right? The enthusiasm of the Yannan people towards their guests is impressive.

You dont have to worry about me, young gentleman. I have a terminal illness, cough cough.

As he spoke, he coughed hoarsely, and it took him a while to stop.

The blood therapy in this city bought me time to live to my current age, but thats all. I dont know if I can stand up anymore.

His tone in the previous sentence was still carefree and relieved, but in the next sentence he became serious in advice.

"But you may not have the same luck as me, young gentleman. This city has been cursed, and everything you get here will only harm you. If you are not in deep, you should first consider how to leave."

Lan En suddenly fell silent.

The time of this night has been interfered with, although Lan En does not know whether this interference can control the rift in the sky caused by the surge of chaotic magic from another world.

But even if he couldn't influence it, he couldn't let the power of these gods and ghosts in Yanan penetrate.

This is the covenant he made with the lady in the lake.

"It sounds like you've been in Yharnam for a long time, Gilbert. I can't leave now. I have to find out something unusual. Can you give me an idea?"

The old man in the window was silent for a moment, then smiled indifferently.

Hunter, hunter. Every hunter who comes to Yharnam has a desire to fulfill, and they are persistent. How can I think that I can persuade you to leave?

After smiling, Gilbert began to respond to Lan En's inquiry. "Yharnam is so unusual, how could there be anything else? There is only blood, the weird blood of the Yharnam people. It is not the first time that they have been tortured by that blood, and this is not the first time such a hunting night has happened. But no one listens, no one will listen to a foreigner, haha, they would rather continue to be drunk in blood."

As Lan En thought, no one would think that lycanthropy had nothing to do with blood unless they were outsiders who had grown up in Yanan and received cultural influence.

Does the Healing Churchs [Blood Therapy] establish a medical system for Yanan, or does it establish a disease transmission system?

Lan En has never been against speculating on a mature religion with the greatest malice.

If it is a primitive, humane, and non-rigid religion, there may still be some warmth.

But a mature sect that has become a means of rule cannot be clean.

"Old Yharnam. The terrible fire and the terrible night of hunting destroyed the whole of Old Yharnam. Today's Yharnam was newly built in the past few decades. If you want to know more, just You have to go to Old Yanan yourself. Or ask the old hunters who are still alive."

As he spoke, Gilbert started coughing again.

"Not all the people in Yanan are unconscious, ahem. Because the Healing Church sealed the exit of the town on the night when old Yanan was burned down. After they moved into the current Yanan, they were rejected for a while [Blood [Healing]. But that is of no use. The allure of [Blood Healing] and the re-promotion of the Healing Church make personal rejection harmless. Yanan will still become [the home of Blood Healing]."

Thats all, young sir. Thats all my rotten brain can remember. Please leave me alone and continue with your business.

Gilbert once again emphasized to Lan that he didn't need to worry about him anymore.

"I am a lucky man. I survived a terminal illness, I escaped from Old Yharnam, and I am even able to die as a human being instead of a beast. There is nothing more I can ask for, young sir."

This is for you, go and get busy.

The window opened a crack, and an old and pale palm handed out a metal object.

Lan En reached out and took it.

This metal object looks like an old-fashioned air-pressure watering can, except for the embossed carved patterns that match the characteristics of the times.

The residual smell of gasoline told Lan that it was a flamethrower.

Thank you, Gilbert. I wish you a happy life.

Lan nodded. He was a little confused about how to say goodbye to a man who was about to die and who happily accepted the status quo.

The old man in the window coughed and smiled.

Ahem, ah~ Thats great. I also wish you a happy life, kind hunter. I havent heard a greeting without blood in a few days. Thank you, thank you.

In the room, the sound of the wheelchair sliding gradually became distant.

Lan En put the flamethrower in his alchemical leather bag and left with his lips pursed.

In this never-ending night, people will die.

Whether he wants to find the power to stop time, or find the power that wants to pull him into a dream.

Everything in Yanan must be traced back to [blood] and the origin of [blood therapy].

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