Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 371: 370 red robe

Chapter 371: 370 red robe

Chapter 371 Chapter 370. Red Robe

Looking at Henrik, he hung one of Gascoigne's arms on his shoulders and supported 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.

Forcibly suppress a beast-turned-hunter and then pull him back into the realm of humans.

Normally, this kind of situation occurs outside of hunting night, and several hunters can be called on 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 can ask for anything more, Gascoigne is just grateful.

Viola and the children are at the Yousefka Clinic. I think youd 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 is 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 doesnt look like he can fight now.

Lan En is not necessary to hunt monsters. He just wants to go to the church to check things and figure out what this power that stops time and causes people's consciousness to 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 seemed to be 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 a super-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 **** battle, the cold air invaded Uldun Cemetery again.

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

Lan En turned around and walked up the stairs.

Above the Oughton Cemetery is the Oughton 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.

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

The smell of incense here is very strong. 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 **** mud, no bloodthirsty lycanthrope came up the stairs.

This place can be considered safe now. If Yousefka can't accept too many people, it can also be considered a safe refuge.

Lan En was thinking as he walked into the chapel.

But just as he was passing by the pile of cans at the door of the church.

Hmm, are you a hunter?

Lan En looked at his side in surprise.

?

That's a witch?

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

Her arms are 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.

Wearing a tattered red robe, 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 when he and Henrik passed by last night. It's just that the smell of incense in the chapel was very strong, and her 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 Ens brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at the man prostrate on the ground.

Her voice is 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 smiled guiltily and hesitated in her words.

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

"I'm not a hunter. No, just think of me as one. 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, and he was obviously invisible.

No, no, no, its not that I need help.

She denied humbly.

"You are a kind hunter. This hunt has caused many people to hide indoors and wait 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, the roars of monsters. These are not uncommon. Yharnan 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 subject.

"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 sneer.

But the more he heard about it, the stranger Lan Ens expression became.

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

It goes without saying that this is what it is now, everything on the hunting night is happening right now.

But.forever? !

This guy noticed the passage of time and was tampered with? !

Lan En is a little unsure, because the people here in Yanan tend to talk a little bit like the Riddler when they don't know each other well.

And after finishing speaking, he always makes a distinctive laugh with unknown meaning.

It is difficult to tell whether he is serious when he speaks or whether he is teasing something.

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

Lan En asked calmly.

Woo burn two pieces at a time, six pieces have been used, kind-hearted hunter.

"Six dollars, this is the amount that can last 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 burning the incense. Its time, right?

The old woman in red robe's body 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 you have anything you want to do or want to know, you can't get anything by asking me. Please, please work hard yourself, hehe."