371. Backtrace

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"How many times do you mean that this night is not only stagnant, but even"

"Ah, yes, yes. Just as you want That's the way."

Facing the witcher's frowning question, the old man lying on the ground answered calmly.

“From one day ago to tonight we have to do it again and again.”

“We don’t know what the power that plays with time wants, but we can be sure that whether it will win or not will If we get the result He wants, then there will be no end to this night."

"How many people have noticed this?"

"Not many, not many. They are hunters, but their number is getting smaller every time. This is also common sense. Hunters are already tired from hunting, and now it is an endless night of hunting, hehe."

About The old man in red robe could not speak clearly who was awake.

But Lan En can be sure that the hunter wearing a bird feather cloak should be one of them.

Thinking of this, the demon hunter sighed.

It's a pity that he doesn't know where she is now. Otherwise, through communication, he might be able to directly get the experience of going back many times in the past.

"Thank you, at least I understand a little bit."

Lan En stood up from his half-crouched state and thanked the old man in red robe.

"If I meet other people, I will notify them to come and take refuge. But time will always go back, and your help will be of no use to them."

Your help is meaningless to them.

Lan En wanted to say this.

But the old man didn't care at all.

"Even if I can only give them a moment of peace, I will always do something, right? I always want to help others, hehe."

No matter what I do to those who are not sober, Whether it makes sense or not, this is what the old man decides to do.

It means something to her.

In many cases, there is no need for a reason to help others.

Lan En nodded calmly and walked out of the chapel.

Beyond the chapel is a small circular square extending in all directions, which is where Henryk took Lan to the Orton chapel.

On the last hunting night, the clergy patrolling here left a deep impression on Lan En.

They are generally tall, but their skin is as pale as dust.

Obviously not normal humans, Lan En only thought that they were humanoid intelligent races that cooperated with humans in this world.

Just like the dwarf banker who opened a bank in Vizima.

"Sir, could you please show me how to get to the cathedral?"

Lan En politely asked a cleric of a different race who was holding an oil lamp and a cane.

But the clergy who were supposed to give guidance to the believers and make a good impression on outsiders, at this time, their lead-white faces were blank.Hole.

He raised the oil lamp in his hand, and then the flame in the glass light box sprayed out in a sputtering pattern as if it was pulled by some force.

The moment the opponent took action, Lan En's Quen Seal directly blocked the first wave of heat.

Then the Igni Seal reversely took over the control of these flames.

The handprints stretched forward made the flames wrap around the clergy like a rising tide.

The woolen coat on his body instantly became fuel, burning his body.

Lan En frowned, watching the priests struggling with their teeth and claws, and then gradually becoming trapped and powerless in the flames.

But it was completely different from other creatures that died of fire. Even though he showed a considerable degree of pain in his limbs, he did not make any sound from the beginning to the end.

There were no screams, curses, curses or even groans

In the pain of being burned alive, silence goes against the nature of living things.

"Hell be alive"

The chaotic magic power in the body quickly recovered, but Lan En's expression was not pretty.

He originally thought that the lycanthropic patients outside Church Town were weird enough, but who knew that Church Town was full of such people, even if they died, they would make people feel chilled

Find another way first, and you can bite the hard persimmon later.

The witcher found another way to go down in this small square that was connected in all directions.

The scenery in Church Town is good. Compared with other locations in Yanan, there are still many open spaces used for decorative greening.

Only in this cold and bloody night, the fluttering green branches and leaves looked withered and strange.

The other way is much easier. There are only a few ordinary patients who have not even developed the lycanthropy disease too seriously.

There are also a group of residents living in the church town. Even if these residents stay at home, they begin to be unable to suppress the progression of the disease after running out of incense.

After Lan En cleared away these weak enemies, he walked to a platform with some kind of altar.

A blond hunter wearing a hunter's attire, with a Healing Church holy cloth hanging on his back, was kneeling in front of the altar and praying softly.

Looks very pious.

Lan put his hand on the scabbard at his waist. Against a single enemy of the same size, Arondette is more useful.

The witcher approached him tentatively and said hello.

"Hello"

He couldn't be careless. The situation in Church Town was different from that in Yanan outside. Those clergymen who wanted to kill anyone on sight were not beasts at all. stench.

Taste cannot distinguish friend from foe here.

But we can’t give up the opportunity to ask for directions, after all, Yanan knows the road conditions well.

Fortunately, the blond hunter made Lan En feel that he was not unlucky yet.

"Hello to you, sir."

The blond man's tone was a little enthusiastic.

"Oh, you are a new hunter, right? Don't be embarrassed, I know, you are exactly the same as when I first started."

Wait for him to turn around , Lan En saw his whole face.

A very typical white guy with blond hair and blue eyes.

The hunting attire he wears should belong to the Healing Church, but compared to the generally lightweight hunting attire, the equipment he wears seems thicker.

Although in Lan En's eyes, this can still only be called a super lightweight cloth armor.

The rationality and enthusiasm shown by the blond man made Lan En come closer, which made him look even happier.

"It is rare to hear the voice of reason on this night."

"Just call me Alfred, sir. I am Master Logarius. Follower, hunter who hunts the filthy vampires, what about you?"

The blond Alfred stretched out his hand, and Lan stepped forward to shake it.

Although he was wearing leather gloves, Lan En could still feel the obvious calluses on his palms. This was a guy who used heavy weapons.

"Lan En, just call me Lan En." Withdrawing his hand, the demon hunter felt a little confused.

Do dirty vampires refer to people who are good at using other blood for blood therapy?

Lan still remembers the concept popularized by Dr. Yousefka.

In the context of the healing church, filth and blasphemy refer to irregular behavior in blood healing.

But this topic is obviously related to the belief of the man in front of him, and Lan En does not want to express his speculation easily.

If you say it wrong, it will be offensive to a believer.

Lan En's response made Alfred even more enthusiastic. He grabbed Lan En's retracted hand, and then shook it up and down vigorously before letting go.

"Ah, hello, Lan En. We have different hunting goals, but we are all hunters. Hunters should exchange experiences with each other to make their skills more sophisticated and closer to the hunting goals, right?"

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