Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1293: 1265 accurate time

Chapter 1293 1265. Exact time

"How are you living in that old house?"

Henrik said casually as he adjusted the collar of the lining of his suit jacket under his windbreaker.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that living there won't be good and I won't be able to repay your favor."

"Anyway, I'm very grateful." Lan En nodded to him and said, "That house is not bad. Mark just moved away. How bad can it be?"

After a brief chat, Henrik turned his head and looked at the increasingly dim and gloomy sunset with his eyes sandwiched between the mask and the three-cornered hat.

He said as he took out his hunter's musket from under his windbreaker and loaded mercury bullets into it.

"What about you? Became a hunter?"

The 'click' mechanical sound of the pistol being loaded naturally carries a cold killing intent.

But whether it was Lan En or Henryk, they obviously didn't care much about this kind of movement.

"I am indeed the hunter of Yharnan now."

With that said, Lan En also took out the document Maria gave him and showed it.

Although Henryk only glanced at him, Lan En could feel that although his tone was still habitually cold when speaking, he was actually much more relaxed.

"Then what are you doing back at night? Sleeping?" Henrik whispered softly, his voice muffled by the mask, "Night is the time for hunters to work."

"Unfortunately." The demon hunter waved his hand and said, "I am currently working in the research hall that studies gray blood disease."

Henrik nodded his dark three-cornered hat up and down: "Then you are really unlucky and unlucky that you can't have blood spilled on you. You can't feel the flow of blood from the beast's body."

But his voice, which was muffled by the mask, now carried a strong smell of blood.

Lan looked down at him.

No matter what Henryk's character is, he is still the hunter of Yharnan.

And as long as there is a hunter in Yanan, there is no one who is not addicted to blood.

At least, not young Henrik.

"Being a hunter in Yanan, there will always be opportunities." Lan En said calmly.

Then, the topic that the witcher had prepared a long time ago came up very naturally.

"Isn't the church preparing for a big hunt recently? Shouldn't the hunters be left in a place like the research hall at that time?"

Hearing this, Henrik first raised his eyes and looked at the witcher in surprise, as if he didn't expect that he would get this news just after he became a hunter.

But just thinking about it casually, Henrik shook his head.

"Then you are thinking wrong."

Looking at the increasingly dark sky, the young hunter took off the meat saw knife wrapped with a blood-stained bandage as an anti-slip from his waist, held it and turned his wrist.

A dull laugh came from beneath his mask.

"That was no ordinary hunt, stranger."

Henrik called out the Yharnamite catchphrase in a teasing tone.

"All old hunters who have slaughtered wild beasts for at least ten years are eligible to join the hunt. The leader is the church's glorious number one hunter, Ludwig!"

Speaking of the church's number one hunter, Henryk, a rare local hunter in Yanan, could make Lan En feel proud even on his face covered by a mask.

"The old hunters are gone, but what night can Yharnam live without the hunters? The history of lycanthropy is with this city."

"So there must always be newbies left to take charge of normal hunting."

Henrik nodded to himself while holding the hunter's musket, then stretched out and touched Lan En's arm with the barrel of the gun.

"That's us."

"That would be a pity. I also want to see what it looks like for the church to spend so much effort and recruit so many people to hunt the beast."

Lan En spoke calmly, but the pauses in his sentences and the control of his tone were all perfectly controlled by him.

It makes people feel like they want to answer the call.

Although only a slit of Henryk's eye was exposed, Mentos was able to sort out a lot of emotional data for reference just by relying on the tiny muscles under the skin around his eyes.

Sure enough, Henrik was caught with his words and strong emotional perception.

"Yes, I really want to see the blood flowing out of that beast, **** it~ or even smell it?"

Like an addict, Henrik sniffed and said in a low voice.

This action made Lan En frown subconsciously, but he still did not interrupt him.

Immediately afterwards, Henryk said: "We can only see if the souvenirs brought back by the old hunters in three days are still stained with the **** smell of the beast."

The key information was captured by Lan En's ears in an instant, and Mentos archived it immediately.

It is expected to ‘bring back the trophies’ in three days. In other words, this big hunt happened within two days?

After the exact time was known, Lan En immediately realized the urgency of his current time.

Although his previous meeting with Simon made him understand that this was a nightmare, it was still Yanan's deepest and most dangerous nightmare.

But Simon didn't tell him the exact time when the incident occurred.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it as the Riddler, but he doesn't know it himself. He only knew that the dream should end with the iconic event of the hunting night that burned down Old Yharnam, but he was not sure when this event would occur.

He himself died in this nightmare so much that he forgot how many times he had gone back.

This shows that something in this nightmare must be constantly changing.

It’s impossible to memorize everything just by relying on a mechanical ‘backboard’.

That's why he came to Henrik, hoping to get the accurate time in a way that was as unobtrusive as possible.

The big hunt that drove all the veteran hunters out occurred within two days, so the hunting nights must not be far apart!

After clearing the time, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Eh? Are you leaving now?" Henrik looked at the demon hunter in surprise and walked away quickly after chatting for a few words.

Lan En, on the other hand, raised his hand and waved without looking back: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do and I have to leave first."

Henrik muttered something, but already had the hunter's musket and meat saw knife in his hands.

At this time, in the gaps between the high and low Gothic spiers of Yanan, the last trace of the setting sun, which was shaped into sharp lines through the intersecting gaps, has also disappeared.

Darkness enveloped Yanan again, as it had so many nights before.

Few windows on the rugged and complicated streets were lit, but all the windows were equipped with iron bars and chains locking the iron bars.

The Yanam people have always lived like this.

In the outside world at night, only those dirty beasts and ruthless hunters walk around.

But tonight, there is a person who thinks he does not belong to both, and he is moving quickly.

"Hula", Lan En's cloak covering his armor was blown by the wind.

The impact of his boots on the stone floor was even more sonorous and powerful.

Dragonhide's skirt sometimes brushes against the tombstones piled up on the street.

The nights in Yanan are quiet and deserted, which is perfect for secret operations.

After clarifying the current time limit, Mentos immediately re-arranged the time based on Lan En's wishes and the clues that had been roughly sorted out.

At the same time, the biochemical intelligence brain also simultaneously guided Lan En to move forward in this complex and gloomy city.

And Lan En's destination is also very clear.

—The alley where he met Simon.

That alley where everyone in the alley died of gray blood disease.

The purpose of going there has nothing to do with Simon, it's just because this is the area where Lan En has seen with his own eyes the latest fatal case of gray blood disease.

The research hall had no time to admit the gray blood patients and had to die outside. Will they be different from those patients who are receiving so-called "treatment" in the research hall?

Traveling hurriedly, the witcher soon arrived at the entrance of the alley.

"Bang!"

A lycanthropic patient with a long saw in his hand and rough, tough black hair all over his body had been exposed through his clothes, and he flashed past the entrance of the alley.

It was kicked away.

The body lifted off the ground and hit another wall outside the alley. There was a muffled sound and scream.

"Whoa!"

The sound produced by the distorted vocal cords is muddy and hoarse, which makes people feel disgusted.

Judging from the body of the lycanthropy patient, although it is skinny but has greatly improved toughness, it also has a huge footprint-like depression on its side waist.

That was printed on it by [Smaug]'s boots.

The lycanthropic patient who wandered out uncontrollably was kicked directly to the wall by Lan En.

But before it hit the wall and bounced to the ground, a gauntlet showing a bone-white luster in the moonlight made a sharp sound of metal rubbing against each other, and the fingers clamped the saw blade on its hand.

Then the gauntlet was raised casually, and the blade of the saw was placed on the black-haired neck of the lycanthropic patient.

Then there was a "stab" sound, and with the sound of flesh and blood tearing and blood splattering, the lycanthropic patient's entire head was cut off by the saw in his hand.

Everything happened very quickly. The cry of the lycanthropic patient suddenly stopped. There was only one second between the head with its broken neck and the body that fell to the ground again.

Lan En retracted his hand casually. Not even the smelly blood of the beast was stained on the gauntlets that used dragon scales as external armor.

When he first came to Yanan, he had to fight with fists and kicks at close range, and his condition had progressed to the point where he was a lycanthropic patient whose whole body was covered with black hair.

In front of him now, he was just an enemy that he could crush at will as he passed by.

The lycanthropic patient's blood left large splatter-like traces on the wall, but Lan En was not interested in seeing it.

His face at this time became a little pale, and the blood vessels in his neck exposed from the collar of the armor were a little dark.

This is the body's reaction to the poison after the witcher takes the potion.

[Advanced Cat's Eye] allows Lan En to see more clearly and even sensitively under the already good moonlight conditions.

With the clanging footsteps of boots, he walked towards the dark alley with a gentle attitude.

(End of chapter)