"I have to say, the time you came here is really unlucky. The hunting night has begun. The hunters are busy hunting down the lycanthropic patients, and the church is also busy with logistics support and aftermath treatment. It is estimated that at this time No one has time to give you blood therapy."
Henryk said without looking back as he walked steadily towards the corpse where Lan had dug a passage in the chest. .
After establishing initial mutual trust, the man who claimed to be a hunter showed no more hostility except that he still resisted letting Lan En approach.
Lan En stood aside, calmly watching what Henryk was going to do.
"No rush, I'm not in a hurry for blood therapy. It's good to wait until everyone is finished."
I know a hammer blood therapy
Bloodletting Therapy must not be such an unskilled thing
Listening to Henrik’s words, he knew that I only had a single blood in my body and had not been injected, so I was a foreigner. In other words, the blood of local people in Yanan is very mixed
Blood therapy does not sound like bloodletting therapy, but mostly injection therapy.
Let’s forget about letting blood of unknown origin and unknown reason enter the body.
"It's great that your illness is not urgent. I have to go to work now. You can find a place to hide. The night of hunting is not easy."
Henric said while playing with the monster's body.
Lan En frowned slightly.
"I have a good sword and I know how to use it. You don't have to worry too much about me."
"The sword is good, and the armor is old-school but also very strong, but these two things It's hard to say whether it will work in Yanan." Henrik glanced at Lan En with his eyes caught between the tricorn hat and the mask.
In a Victorian-style city, armor from the knightly era like Lan En can indeed be called old-school.
Fortunately, Henrik himself is also old, otherwise Lan En might have to taste the feeling of being called an old antique.
"Yours is just an ordinary straight sword. It is neither a transforming weapon for fast combat nor a heavy and deadly church weapon. It is feasible to deal with people. It is difficult to deal with lycanthropic patients."
p>As he spoke, Henrik raised the strange serrated knife in his hand towards Lan En.
I waved my hand suddenly, as if inertia had activated some kind of mechanism.
At the connection between the blade and the wooden handle, sparks of metal friction suddenly exploded.
At this time, Lan En realized that the serrated knife in Henryk's hand was a giant switchblade.
The blade has lethality on both sides. In the closed state, it can be swung briskly and slashed with the serrated back. In the extended state, it can be slashed with the blade wide open.
And if the mechanism is turned on during the swing, the force of the mechanical contraction and pop-up should be added to the swing, causing more ferocious tearing wounds.
Even if it is scratched by this kind of weapon, a lot of blood will probably be spilled.
The Yannan people’s love for blood is evident.
"Wow, it is indeed a delicate and deadly weapon."
Lan En nodded. He did not take out the turbid current sword in his alchemy leather bag to talk about it. After all, It was too unusual to pull out a nearly two-meter sword out of thin air.
Seeing that he listened to the advice, Henryk closed the meat saw knife again and hung it back on his waist, and said a few more words.
“And it’s not just the lycanthropy patients who are dangerous on the hunting night. The lycanthropy that turns them into this kind of lycanthropy is also a threat to you.”
“You mean this? It's an infectious disease. This city is suffering from a plague."
Lan En was a little surprised. He just thought that lycanthropy was a local way of saying a curse. But the locals told him with logical remarks that were obviously based on research, rather than superstition and conjecture, that this phenomenon that resembled a werewolf curse was an infectious disease.
Witchers never get sick or infected, and the same goes for Space Marines.
But Lan En will not ignore the diseases in other worlds because of this. What if a serious disease pops up?
“It’s not a plague, it’s just cleaned up regularly.”
Henryk didn't care about the scary word plague, but after explaining it to Lan, he muttered something to himself.
"It's just that the cleaning has been a bit frequent during this period."
After muttering, Henrik shook his head.
"Okay, it's time for me to go. If you have nowhere to go, then I recommend you to go to the Yousefka Clinic, which is located on the edge of the center of Yharnam. Dr. Yousefka is a wealthy man Sympathetic lady, she will take you in. In Yanan, it is not easy to find someone willing to take in a stranger on a hunting night."
Lan En nodded and wrote down the name.
But he still stopped Henrik when he turned around to leave.
"Henric."
"Tsk, what are you doing again?"
The hunter in the yellow coat turned around, his tone already starting to be a little impatient.
Under his eyes, Lan En pointed at the winding and rugged street. He pointed to the invisible source of the street, and then followed its course to its equally invisible end.
Keeping his eyes on Henryk, it was obvious that this action was a demonstration to him.
"I am a foreigner, Henrik. And this is your street in Yanan"
The young man looked at the old hunter helplessly.
"Seriously, you don't think that if you tell me a place name, I can find it all the way"
"Then what else do you want"
The old hunter also sounded helpless.
Obviously, he wanted to help Lan En, but he only wanted to help a little, not too much.
This is nothing to criticize.
"Rather than letting me wander around this maze-like town in this dangerous night, I might as well follow you."
Lan En's left handPutting it on the hilt of the knife, he walked towards Henryk.
“I don’t need you to worry about me. I can protect myself and I won’t mess up your work. I just want to stop myself from rushing into a dangerous place and being torn apart by a swarm of monsters. You hunters probably won’t go to that kind of place.”
“Hunter is a profession that requires skill and patience.”
Henryk answered Lan En’s question from the side.
Now the witcher understands.
You hunters also need to investigate and plan in advance when doing your work
When you go to a place you have never been to and meet a monster you have never seen before, there is a familiar veteran with you. So ideal.
It is much safer to follow the old hunter to a certain place than to run around on your own.
At Lan En's suggestion, Henryk lowered his head and thought for a while, then spoke again.
"Your armor is too cumbersome. Ordinary armor can't resist the attack of the lycanthropic patient, but will only slow down your speed. I doubt that when it's time to take action, you won't be able to run away. You can't even run far."
Before the old hunter could finish speaking, Lan En rushed towards the buildings on both sides of the street.
After jumping, stepping on the wall and running up more than six meters, reaching out to grab the eaves of the second floor, and then jumping down with the gravel from the eaves, after this series of actions.
Henryk was silent for a long time under his mask, and then muttered "Let's go" angrily.
Then he lowered his head and walked away quickly without looking back.
Lan En smiled and threw the gravel in his hand back, patted the dust and followed.
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