Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1279: 1251First Hunter

Chapter 1279 1251. The First Hunter

"teacher?"

After Maria glanced around, the brows that were originally frowning under the three-cornered hat with velvet feathers because she didn't like the scene suddenly became a little surprised.

She took a few steps forward and walked to the bench where only one person was sitting.

"Are you included this time?"

Although Maria was surprised, due to her own personality and professional habits as a hunter.

So when she spoke, she spoke calmly and lightly, and her voice sounded like a waking dream.

There is only one old man on this bench.

Wearing a tall top hat, the brim of the top hat has been roughened.

He was wearing a thin and tall suit lining and suit suspenders, with a wide shawl on his shoulders.

The shawl was originally supposed to be gorgeous and smooth, but it seemed that it had suffered too many hardships, and the hem of the shawl had been torn into a ragged appearance.

If it were flying, it would probably look like a devil's claw.

The old man raised his head while holding on to the brim of his hat. Under the hat was pale hair and a face with a sharp hooked nose and uneven stubble.

The first hunter, German.

Hunter is the founder of Yharnam's unique profession.

He is the only one on this bench, not because others reject him, but because others respect him.

There was a smile on his old face because he saw his student.

But he didn't respond to Maria's question, he just patted the empty space beside him.

"Sit down, Maria." He said calmly, "It's about to begin."

He looked at the student sitting next to him with unusually complicated eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.

Maria is a capable and mature hunter.

She is a blood noble from Cainhurst, but she doesn't have those people's bad habits of exaggeration and indulgence.

Her white hair was simply tied into a braid and covered under a three-cornered hat with swan feathers.

This hat not only restrained her hair, but also covered her delicate and beautiful face because of her bloodline.

Wearing a black leather outfit, he only wore a half-shoulder cape on his left shoulder.

The boots and breeches made her look tall and sharp.

pity

Geman's eyes revealed complicated emotions.

This is all in the past.

Maria didn't see the complicated emotions in her teacher's eyes because the emotions were hidden under the brim of the hat.

Maria's face, which was exactly the same as the doll lady Lan En obtained, turned around calmly, taking in more information in the cathedral.

The calm expression looks similar to that of a doll.

There was a lot of noise in the cathedral now, with hunters, clergy, and scholars all talking in their own circles.

Although most of the people in Yanan subconsciously speak softly because of the dangerous night, the gathered voices are always chaotic.

On the other hand, not all conversations are conducted in whispers.

"Your decision was too impulsive, Ludwig."

A voice stood out slightly from the din of 'buzzing'.

Many people's eyes were attracted by this.

Among the indifferent hunters, this volume can already be called a 'questioning'.

It was an old hunter wearing a burnt black leather coat, speaking solemnly to the first hunter of the church.

Ludwig is the first hunter of the church, and German is the first hunter of Yharnam. These are different concepts.

The relationship between the two of them is also good. After all, all of Yanan's hunting skills are actually derived from Geman.

Everyone knows the old hunter who questioned Ludwig.

Chieftain, a hunter with a stupid and kind heart. Always doing some pointless and redundant things in the middle of a hunt.

I heard that he has recently been getting involved with a group of hunters who like to play with gunpowder weapons and make the scene noisy and chaotic, trying to open up another category from the traditional hunter workshop.

They said they were going to call them the Powder Keg Gang.

The other hunters whispered.

"Heh, now he's going to do boring things again."

"It's Ludwig's own business to teach hunters how to do, why do you care so much?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to let those newbies get some high-quality blood in advance? Haha."

The whispers of the hunters made people feel more than just upset.

The sticky smell of blood! The horror in the dark! Secret malice!

Originally, the old hunters here were all good at hunting countless wild beasts.

Their pores are filled with the blood of beasts. The thick smell of blood on their windbreakers couldn't be washed away at all, even if they were washed again and again!

But none of the old hunters felt uncomfortable or unhappy because they had all adapted to the smell of blood and were even intoxicated by it.

The people of Yannan are afraid of the old hunters, because they may have difficulty distinguishing between the so-called hunters and the beasts. Is there a clear line between them?

And, is it the hunters' compulsion to indulge in blood that blurs this line? Or does this ‘clear boundary’ never exist?

In short, if an ordinary citizen of Yharnam came into this cathedral now, his first reaction would never be to feel safe and relaxed because there are so many hunters.

Most of the old hunters in Yanan do not regard the townspeople as objects that need to be 'protected' by them.

After all, apart from blood, they rarely care about anything else.

"Please believe me, Chieftain." In the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere caused by the whispers of the old hunters, Ludwig, who was the subject of questioning, lowered his head and said sadly but sincerely.

He has an upright appearance, and the church hunter's attire is thicker than the windbreaker worn by ordinary hunters.

The difference in equipment showed that the monsters they faced were not at the same level as ordinary hunters.

Alfred, the church hunter who originally gave [Fire Paper] as a meeting gift to Lan En, is also wearing this outfit in Yanan in the 'future'.

"I also want to use a gentler process to slowly increase the church hunters' acceptance of high-quality blood. But... we don't have time."

Among the many old hunters, Ludwig should be one of the few who would not scare ordinary people.

On his back was a large trumpeter's half-sword that was wrapped with a strip of cloth and not sheathed.

I don't know if it was because the sword was wrapped, but it gave Ludwig a calm temperament.

"Grayemia is raging and there is a shortage of manpower. In order to protect the Healing Church, the Church hunters urgently need strength."

"And the sacred blood! The sacred blood cultivated by the church can give us the power to protect the innocent!"

After the words "protecting the innocent" were spoken, most of the old hunters present were either unmoved or smiled playfully.

Giving them a blood collection bottle, they all felt that it was more of a reason to fight than the so-called 'protecting the innocent'.

But unlike others, Eira is similar to Ludwig. That's why he took this opportunity to question the church's number one hunter.

For those newbies who are recruited into the Church Hunters.

"It's going to be hard for them to take that blood, it's too soon for them."

Eira's voice was also as gentle as the smoke floating in the night, and even seemed a little weak, but this did not affect the seriousness in his tone.

"That blood is dangerous!"

"I appreciate your concern for the new people, but please don't be alarmist, Chieftain."

After finally touching the core of the topic, Ludwig's expression immediately turned serious.

The head that had been lowered in its own sadness was raised.

"[Blood Therapy] is pure and sacred, but accepting it requires a peaceful process. There is currently no rigorous data to show that past tragedies are directly related to [Blood Therapy]."

"If you don't have solid evidence, don't slander the Holy Blood. This is tantamount to slandering the foundation of the Healing Church!"

As he said that, Ludwig frowned tightly as he looked at Eira.

"Only [Blood Therapy] can save Yanan, you shouldn't say such things at this time."

Facing Ludwig's serious and scary expression, Eira shook his head calmly.

"I say this to you because I believe you. I believe you do care about those young novice hunters. But here, I just believe you."

As he said that, the old hunter in burnt black leather clothes looked around.

When the other old hunters sitting on the bench faced Chieftain's gaze, most of them only responded with a **** smile.

The clergy and scholars on the pulpit were even more unmoved.

And the archbishop, who had been lowering his head just now, talking to the gloomy scholar next to him, seemed not to have paid attention to what was happening under the pulpit.

He took two steps forward and opened his arms. The large pontifical robe made him stand out very eye-catchingly on the throne.

"Everyone is almost here, let's get down to business. Chief, please sit down too."

Lawrence spoke calmly, and the small voice was repeatedly echoed and amplified in the exquisite architectural structure of the church.

The hunter in a burnt black coat sighed slightly, but still sat next to Ludwig.

And this devout first hunter of the church cast his serious eyes on the podium as soon as the archbishop stood up to speak.

"Yarnan is becoming increasingly dangerous now. The number of people suffering from gray blood disease is still increasing. Although the cases of lycanthropy are stable, they do not appear to be contained."

Lawrence first briefly explained the current situation of Yanan.

Not to mention gray blood disease, no big deal. But once the plague of gray blood disease is added, the troubles that can be easily dealt with in normal times will not be optimistic at this time.

But among the hunters below, only a few listened carefully, such as Ludwig and Maria.

Lawrence was not surprised by this situation, he just continued talking.

"Much of the stress of all this comes from gray blood disease and the useless Gold Cup Church of Goodness."

"And I am honored to inform you that with the unremitting efforts of the church clergy, we have identified the source of this terrible plague."

(End of chapter)