Nothing of value was discovered by Lan En in this abandoned workshop of the hunters.
After putting the old hunter's leg bone with traces of the use of acceleration into his pocket, he put the doll into the alchemical leather bag.
Thanks to the fact that the body of the doll is very easy to fold, otherwise the two cubic meters of volume of the alchemy leather bag would have been used up less than half at once.
This doll is already a work of art.
When Lan En collects weapons and equipment from other worlds to satisfy his collecting habit, artwork is also a good collection object.
And the production technology embodied in this doll can also be said to be groundbreaking for the magic doll industry in the wizarding world.
Although Lan En felt that she would not let those golem researchers dismantle her.
After all, she looks perfect and deserves to be admired repeatedly in the window.
“Further up this tower is the territory of the Choir”
After coming out of the abandoned hunter’s workshop, Lan En looked back at the entire tower.
Now the night sky in Yharnam has turned into a strange, surging cyan.
That should be the phenomenon of the moonlight being refracted by the rolling clouds.
At least Lan En is more willing to let himself believe this is the reason than to be distorted by the power of the ancient god.
And the tip of the tall tower reaches straight into the sky, and the spire of the Gothic building is like a needle piercing the sky.
According to the introduction of the old hunter Henrik, the upper level of the church town has been occupied by the choir.
The demon hunter turned and left, with no intention of heading higher.
At least one thing the old hunter said is that he is a foreigner who will leave sooner or later. So if it is not necessary, it is better not to get too involved with the complicated local forces. It is best not to even name him. Don't remember.
Only when you leave can you feel carefree.
When Lan En returned to Orton Chapel again, he saw that Henryk was fully dressed again and equipped with his own hunter's weapons.
It looks like he is going to do something big.
"We agreed to hunt a wild beast together. You must have remembered it, right?"
The old hunter's saw blade was in his hand like an arm. Turning the wrist while holding the handle to restore the feel is very technical.
Lan En is not a person who can keep his words, but now he is crossing his arms and frowning at Henrik who is getting ready to go.
"If you are just hunting a beast, I have no problem, but your current equipment does not look like you are going to deal with a beast."
When talking about one beast, Lan En The tone was aggravated.
Henryk looks a lot bloated now, that’s because his khaki hunter leather coat is filled with props.
The indispensable blood collection bottles for the Yannan people, the bullet belts containing mercury bullets, and some Lan En temporaryThere are bottles and jars that I haven’t come across before, so I don’t recognize them.
This does not look like a swift and agile Yharnam hunter, but rather like a traditional hunter who is preparing to play hide-and-seek with his prey in the forest for ten days and a half.
"Wait to clean up the beast on the bridge." Henrik straightened the bullet belt in his coat and straightened his hat. "I'll go to Byron Weiss with you."
Lan's brows furrowed. "Don't be ridiculous, Henrik. You are inseparable here."
"Look at me It's like a joke"
Henryk asked seriously.
"Gascoigne is a good hunter, he can handle it. On the other hand, if you are unfamiliar with the place, you have to run outside the city of Yanan. Do you know how difficult the road outside the city of Yanan is?"
"You want to explore the knowledge about your vision, but you need at least someone to take you to Byron Weiss Bar. That place has been closed for decades."
Henryk didn't know that Lan En went to Byron Weiss mainly to investigate the ancient gods' manipulation of time and to make time flow again.
He only thought it was the novel feeling of spiritual vision that drove the young man to continue exploring in depth.
But regardless of whether Lan En's actions helped them or not, Henrik decided to do him a favor.
The old hunter felt that he owed Lan En, so he planned to pay it back now.
After all, in his eyes, the young man is a foreigner who will leave at dawn and may never see him again for the rest of his life.
Lan En had no choice but to spread his hands. Having an acquaintance to lead the way is indeed very important in terrain like Yanan.
The two of them were walking through the streets of Yanan.
With a local as a guide again, Lan En felt that they were walking extremely smoothly.
Soon, they walked out of the church town from the cemetery of Orton Chapel and came to the stone bridge in front of the gate of the church town.
The bridge that once erupted in riots and massacres in the early days of the Hunting Night has now become peaceful.
The torn human body has been picked up by various lycanthropic patients.
The four-wheeled carriage on the road fell crookedly, and the suitcases and various belongings were scattered on the road, no one cared about it.
The stomach of the horse pulling the cart was broken open, exposing the ribs and internal organs.
But the lycanthropic patients don’t seem to be very interested in animals. In comparison, they would rather bleed the humans in Yharnam.
The smell here is already very unpleasant.
On the night of the hunting, more than ten pieces of incense were burned in the Orton chapel, which meant that these corpses and blood had been lying outside for more than ten nights.
Henric and Lan walked cautiously among the scattered carriages and luggage.
The degree of decomposition of these corpses obviously conflicts with his concept of time.
But because of the existence of the power of conscious interference, he just felt that it was notSatisfied, but had no intention of delving into other aspects.
Lane grabbed Henrik behind an overturned carriage.
The young man said nothing when facing the old hunter who turned around. He just raised his head and pointed to the tall pillars on the side of the bridge with his chin.
Henryk's eyes, which were narrowed by the three-cornered hat and mask, looked at the huge beast squatting on the pillar with a complicated expression.
The size of the monster was similar to that of Amelia after she turned into a beast, but it didn't have the holy white hair, and looked more like an ordinary lycanthropic patient.
Its left hand became abnormally enlarged, even to the extent that it hindered the balance of the body.
The huge claws lightly brushed against the stone pillars, leaving several deep marks.
It has forked antlers on its head.
Although it is huge, standing at a high place, ordinary people do not have the extraordinary senses of a demon hunter, nor the subtle sense brought by spiritual vision. They probably will not notice that there is a huge beast above their heads. They are staring at the bridge.
"It seems that you have an unusual relationship with that beast."
Lan lowered his voice and spoke calmly behind Henryk.
"Do you want to share something? It will make you feel better if you talk about it. Generally speaking, that is the case. But if you don't want to talk about it, I don't have a problem with it. We can get ready to work."
Henryk's mask rippled as he opened and closed his mouth several times.
But the old hunter didn't say anything after all. After sighing, his eyes became cold again.
"Use fire paper, Molotov cocktails and Molotov cocktails. Let this hunt end quickly. He is afraid of fire."
The hunters of Yanan have always been very careful when hunting. ruthless.
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