377. church agent

"Sir, can you talk to me nicely?"

Lan En stood outside a door with a warning light on, speaking to the people in the room.

His words seemed to touch upon some misunderstanding, causing the men in the room to laugh harshly.

"Ha, foreigners are all mean-spirited, and you still expect the decent people in the city to talk to you nicely. My lord, do you still want me to open the door so that You share a safe room with me on this hunting night”

The man in the room sneered.

"The outsiders have brought the plague, you should enjoy the country bumpkin on this hunting night"

Lan En scratched his cheek expressionlessly.

The enthusiasm of the Yanan people is really hard to refuse no matter how many times you experience it.

"If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will smash the warning light at your door and pour a thick layer of monster blood on your door."

< p>When the young man's plain voice sounded again, the mean and strange laughter in the room stopped suddenly like a duck with its throat twisted.

"How dare you"

The sense of superiority that I am safe and you are not safe on the night of hunting collapsed in an instant. fear was aroused.

"I came to Yanan not to ask for anything from you, nor do I owe you anything. I am different from those foreigners who point to Yanan to save lives, sir."

Blue En crossed his arms and spoke softly, but his calm tone made the people in the room no longer dare to speak rudely.

"I'm just a passerby. You can't expect a passerby to maintain a high moral standard in a strange city. The world is probably not that good yet."

Lan En paused to give the men in the room time to digest their emotions.

"So, can you answer the question well?"

"Yes, yes, sir."

When he said sir, his tone remained the same. Difficulty, obviously calling a foreigner as sir is not in line with his wishes.

But that’s not important. Lan En doesn’t expect to have a good relationship with him, he just needs him to answer questions.

Soon, amid the hesitation caused by psychological barriers, the man showed Lan En the way to the cathedral.

The road conditions in Yanan are too complicated. Even though the cathedral stands high up there, Lan En still has the athletic ability to climb up to the roof, but he can't find the way.

The architects in Yanan can be said to be of very high standard.

After asking questions, Lan En turned around and left. He is not so stingy as to lead a lycanthropic patient to someone else's door just because of a few curses.

At most, stay away.

A few steps away from the foul-mouthed man, there were also residents on the other side of the alley.

Most of the windows were dimmed, but one had a warning light on.

Lan En knocked on it as he passed by.

"Mr. or Madam inside, if you feel you can't endure it at home tonight, you can go to Orton Chapel for a retreat. There is plenty of incense there."

In the room came a surprised female voice.

"Oh sir, why don't you, thank you for the notice. I thought you were that kind"

Lan En understood what she meant.

"I'm not a natural-born killer, ma'am. And I'm not going to get mad at you just because you live close to someone who scolded me. Do you understand?"

" Oh, I understand, my good sir."

The voice of the woman in the room relaxed, with a charming tone that has become a habit.

"It's not easy to meet kind-hearted people at this time. I know about Orton Chapel. Thank you for informing me. The speed at which the incense is consumed tonight really scares me. Wait until the hunting After the killing night, if you are interested in taking care of my business, I will give you a good discount."

When talking about business, the woman's tone was very ambiguous, which made people think.

Prostitute

Lan En whistled silently.

It’s really rare that Yanan, who is always showing weirdness and abnormality, can actually feel relieved to see a regular staff member, Lan En, who originally had no interest in it.

It seems that the obsession with blood has not completely monopolized every desire of the Yannan people. At least the old perverts still retain other entertainment projects.

Lan En could not have imagined that he would actually feel relaxed just because he saw a familiar type of work in a strange world.

After giving directions, Lan En finally succeeded in walking up the stairs in front of the cathedral.

This staircase is wide and high, setting off the grandeur of the cathedral above the stairs.

The church door is also large, at least it can allow those giant Sumeru people to pass through easily.

The Gothic style of the church itself makes it appear complex, exaggerated, and sacred.

Lan En had no attainments in architecture, so he stepped forward without hesitation and started pushing the heavy door, allowing it to open a gap that allowed normal people to pass through.

There are no Sumeru people patrolling in front of the church, nor are there any lycanthropic patients running around.

This gives it a rare tranquility on a hunting night.

But in a noisy and chaotic night, having tranquility itself seems so abnormal.

The soles of Lan En’s boots stepped on the marble steps, making crisp sounds.

The sound echoed in the church, seeming distant and empty.

At the porch when you first entered the church, there were two rows of strange statues standing on both sides.

The limbs are abnormally proportioned, the head is like a hollowed-out walnut, and the hand is holding a golden decorative spear.

This kind of monster is the ancient blood source of the Healing Church.God

No, not like that. As the main object of belief, the ancient gods should be placed in the most important and eye-catching position in the church. These are just a group of gatekeepers.

But even so, this group of goalkeepers was enough to give Lan En a preliminary understanding of the Healing Church's beliefs.

Unlike the Meritelli faith in the magical world, the Healing Church does not seem to care at all about the appearance modification of the people it believes in.

The weird ancient god makes his weird appearance. The believers who have tasted the blood therapy will not give up the enjoyment of blood therapy just because the statue of the god is weird.

When he walked into the church hall, Lan En saw the most conspicuous sculpture on the altar.

It was a headless woman with angel wings, holding a water bottle and pouring water.

The meaning is unknown.

But right in front of the statue, a thin figure in white robes was curled up and kneeling on the ground, reciting some kind of prayer. There was only a small candlestick beside him.

The sound of the prayer was blurred under the church's architectural structure, so that even the demon hunter's extraordinary senses could not fully hear it.

Indistinctly, only a few words were captured by Lan En.

"Pursue the holy blood. However, mortals must be careful"

"You are so immature and weak, you must always be wary of those blasphemous monsters whispering to you and tempting you. Mortals need to pay attention when they fall into the abyss."

"If you lose your sense of awe, no one will lament for you anymore."

Lan En's face became cold and his steps were unsteady. He changed his mind and walked in the direction of the church agent.

"So"

The calm and calm voice echoed in the church.

“You and the Healing Church actually know that blood will give birth to monsters. Right?”

“Then you still promote blood therapy throughout Yanan, just for the people You said you have to be more vigilant, and then you don’t care about the risk of blood at all, right?”

The sound of the steel blade being pushed out of the scabbard came from Lan En’s waist, crisp and clear. Ice cold.

The prayer suddenly stopped.

The agent kept his kneeling posture and turned around, looking at the intruder with his eyes under the pure white hood.

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