Looking at Henrik hanging one of Gascoigne's arms on his shoulders, supporting 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 suppressing a beast-turned-hunter and then pulling him back to the human realm
Normally, this kind of situation would occur outside of hunting night, and he could still be called Several hunters dealt 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 Yusefka Clinic. I think you'd better send him there first."
The first half of the sentence is for Gasco. Because explaining the situation can be regarded as an explanation of the entrustment to oneself.
The second half of the sentence is for 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 doesn’t look like he can fight now.
Lan En has no need to hunt monsters. He just wants to go to the church to investigate things and figure out what this power that stops time and makes people's consciousness go wrong is.
He can 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 again 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 an over-sized monster, there is no reason why Henryk cannot handle it.
He is an old hunter, and his rich experience is a hunter’s most powerful combat capability.
After the bloody battle, Uldun Cemetery was once again invaded by the cold air.
The mist crawling 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 Orton Cemetery is the Orton 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.
Wax tears are piling up along the candleon the lid of the jar.
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 bloody mud, no bloodthirsty lycanthrope came up the stairs.
This place can be considered safe now. If Yousefka can't accept too many people, this can be considered a safe haven.
Lan En thought as he walked into the chapel.
But when he passed by the pile of cans at the door of the church
"Hmm, is it a hunter?"
Lan En looked at his side in surprise.
"伱是"
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.
She was wearing a tattered red robe, and 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.
Maybe 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 own heartbeat was incredibly weak, so Lan En didn’t even notice her.
"I'm just a person living in a small church. You are a hunter, right? I'm sorry, the incense overwhelms your smell, hehe."
Lan En's 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 Yanan discriminate against this old man to this extent?
"I'm not a hunter, so just treat me as one. Is there anything you can do to help?" "
Lan En squatted down, and then he discovered that the old man's eyes were cloudy white, obviously invisible.
"No, no, no, it's 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 like this, now like this, and forever. But all this will not pass so quickly, at least this time Not this time. Now even the townspeople hiding in the house have deteriorated."
Her hesitant words because of her sense of inferiority 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, and the roars of monsters are not uncommon. Yanan is going to be finished. But"
When talking about the cityWhen it 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 any sane people out there, tell them to come to Orton Chapel. It's safe, there's plenty of incense, keep the wild beasts away, and let everyone come. If you don't If you 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 ridicule.
But the more he heard about it, the stranger Lan En’s expression became.
In the past, this could also be understood to mean that she had experienced the burning of Old Yharnam.
Needless to say, everything on the hunting night is happening now.
But until forever
This guy noticed the passage of time and acted passively
Lan En was a little unsure, because the people on Yanan's side were not sure. When I get to know him, his words always sound like the Riddler.
And after finishing speaking, he always burst out with a distinctive laugh of unknown meaning.
It was hard to tell whether he was serious when he spoke or whether he was teasing something.
"How much incense have you used here tonight, old lady?"
Lan En asked calmly.
"Ugh, burn two pieces at a time, and you have already used six pieces, kind hunter."
"Six pieces, this is the amount that can last for three nights, right? Right, and the incense is produced in the church town. It is possible that the incense in the small church has not cut any corners. We have indeed spent three nights burning incense, right?"
The old woman in red robe The body stiffened slightly, but then returned to normal.
"Ah, you are a sober person again, kind hunter"
"Did you just wake up this time? You must have many questions, but unfortunately, I will Just stay in this little church. No matter how many times, I just stay here."
"If there is anything you want to do or want to know, you can't get anything from me. Yes. Please, please work hard, hehe."
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