Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1272 1244. Missing
'Curse his sons and his grandsons.
This was passed down to his grandchildren and even to future generations.'
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Lan En felt a dizzy feeling.

And in the dizziness, I seemed to hear a deep and calm female voice, saying something like a verdict.

The calm tone did not reflect the emotions of the person who spoke it; on the contrary, there was a kind of accepted despair in the calm.

Lan En now felt as if he had not been replenished after a nap. Instead, his head was groggy and blurry.

This feels wrong.

Because there is no doubt that he, who has undergone the Space Marine enhancement surgery to this point, should have hormone control abilities beyond that of ordinary people.

Things like insomnia and lack of rest are a distant past for him.

What's more, although his memory was not very clear, he was sure that he did not come here from sleep.

A series of thoughts happened in a flash.

The implantation of the [Hymn Gland] is not only to allow the Space Marines to redevelop, but also to regulate hormones.

It can also significantly increase the brain's thinking speed and thought threads.

In most eras, battlefields require calm-thinking professionals with sophisticated tactics, rather than reckless young men.

In fact, when Lan En reacted, his body was in a state of losing control and was about to fall over.

But after he regained consciousness, his left hand immediately pressed vigilantly on the hilt of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake at his waist.

And when his right hand was about to hit the ground, it lightly pushed against the ground.

With an extremely smooth body rotation, Lan En immediately escaped from the position of being about to fall, and entered a vigilant posture that could respond to surrounding threats at any time.

The heavy bone-white armor on his body created a heavy sound in the process, but it did not affect the lightness and smoothness of the movement at all.

The demon hunter held the hilt of the knife with his backhand, and his amber cat eyes scanned the surroundings alertly.

But after a moment, his tense muscles began to relax and his body gradually relaxed from the defensive posture.

There doesn't seem to be any danger here.

There was no one around.

This seems to be a church.

The building, built with large stones, looks solid and magnificent. The main pulpit of the church is covered with a blood-red silk ribbon with intricate gold thread patterns.

On the towering upper walls of the church, there were also many large blood-red silk flags hanging down from the flagpoles on the crossbeams.

A unique golden cup was placed on the silk ribbon of the main priest's pulpit.

It appears to be a ritual item used during prayer.

There were several rows of wooden benches in the church for believers to use for prayer, but now they were empty.

At this time, Lan En was standing in the open space between the main pulpit and the benches for believers.

"Qilin and the fluff ball are not around. Where did they go? It seems like they really shouldn't be around me."

Lan En muttered to himself as he looked around, frowning in confusion.

He raised his hand and pressed his temple.

He said the conclusion with certainty: "I seem to have lost a piece of memory."

Losing a memory is enough to make anyone lose their composure.

Memory is the foundation of personality, and losing memory means that a person's entire personality is no longer stable.

The panic that this state can bring is unimaginable for normal people. The seemingly constant fear and anxiety of patients in the early stages of Alzheimer's disease comes from this.

But at this time, Lan En's emotions and tone remained stable.

It seems that this terrible situation is not enough to defeat him. On the contrary, the severe situation of danger and uncertainty makes him more rational and more resilient.

The church is surrounded by huge glass windows, and the blood-red sunset is slanting in through the windows.

Those narrow and tall windows on the wall almost gave the blood-red sunset a cruel sharpness.

Under the slightly wrinkled beautiful eyebrows, the amber cat eyes revealed memories and thoughts.

"The lost memories didn't span that long. It seemed to be only from the time I learned the doll's name until just now. A little more than a day in total?"

Lan En's palm unconsciously stroked his chest.

The leather part of the palm of the dragon scale leather gloves rubbed gently against the solid breastplate.

"And this feeling of uneasiness is not strong. I don't seem to be disturbed by that memory, but just feel at a loss about the current situation."

Lan En deeply felt and analyzed his own inner emotions.

Go deep into your own spirit and analyze and evaluate your mental state with rational logic.

“Mentos.”

After completing his own mental assessment, Lan En, who seemed to have some clues, called out to the guy in his mind.

"At your service, sir."

"Can you retrieve the memory records?"

Lan En tilted his head and looked at the narrow and tall window through which the bloody sunset shone.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, sir." Mentos' voice also revealed confusion, "The records for the same time period have been sealed."

"Can it be solved?" Lan En asked, but for some reason, his eyes already had some certainty.

"This suggestion is not feasible, sir." Mentos projected many operating interfaces onto Lan's retina.

But after the waterfall-like data stream flashed by, there was still no progress.

"This seal does not use the conventional password to unlock, but seems to be conditional unlocking? It can only be opened after a certain condition we don't know is met." "I see, let's do it this way."

After learning about Mentos' condition, Lan En was not panicked because the records of the biochemical intelligent computer had been modified. Instead, he seemed to be more certain of something.

Just as he said, it was as if he had completely let go of the inexplicable loss of his memory.

This made the biochemical intelligent computer feel a little confused.

This is a memory problem, is it really that serious?
But Lan En just twisted his neck and moved his shoulders.

After confirming that his physical condition was completely normal, he pulled out a wide cloak from the alchemical leather bag at his waist and put it on.

[Smaug]'s cold and wild outline was covered up, and only some bone-white dragon scales and metal parts that made up the breastplate were revealed through the gap on the front of the cloak.

At first glance, it is not that conspicuous, and it is not much different from wearing an ordinary suit of armor under the cloak.

The bloody setting sun shone obliquely on Lan's side, and the witcher walked out of the church hall.

The heavy wooden door with embossed carvings opened with a creaky sound.

Lan En sniffed and smelled a familiar scent.

——In Yharnam, people use special incense to drive away wild beasts and prevent diseases.

Behind the door is the church porch. An incense burner the size of two human heads is hung on the wall. White smoke flowing like liquid overflows from the spherical hollow incense burner and flows quietly to the ground.

"Ok?"

A low, hoarse and unclear voice sounded in the corner.

"How did you get out of the church?"

Lan En looked in the direction of the voice without changing his expression.

It was a man wearing a large red robe, crawling under the church porch.

He seemed to be a staff member of this church.

A dry and disproportionately thin arm stretched out from under the red robe, and seemed to be in a posture of worship before Lan En came out.

There was no surprise in the witcher's eyes, because when he smelled the incense, he was basically 70% to 80% sure where he was.

The person in front of him was dressed similarly to a friend he had met in that gloomy, mysterious and bizarre mountain city.

The red-robed witch in the chapel of Orton is dressed like this.

Although the person in front of her was as thin and haggard as she was, and even had a deformed body, his robe was clean, bright and of high quality.

"Maybe I spent too much time praying in there?"

Lan En bent down slightly and spoke softly and politely.

"When I came to my senses, there was no one there. Sorry to bother you, I'll leave now."

"Pray? Ah~"

The deformed and emaciated person under the red robe, who could not be distinguished as a man or a woman, raised his head and slowly uttered an indistinct sound.

Like a dream.

"There are fewer and fewer people coming to pray now. Gray blood disease is raging. But it is at this time that we should pray to the Golden Cup of Goodness."

"Come on, kid."

His skinny hands, which were as thin as claws, fumbled around the corner of the cushion on which he was lying and found a small triangle wrapped in oil paper.

To Lan, it looked a bit like the small triangular paper bags that outpatient doctors used to use to wrap bulk tablets when prescribing small doses.

The witcher moved closer and held out his hand at the other's beckoning.

The man in red robe tremblingly placed the small triangle of oil paper in his hand into his hand and asked him to hold it tightly.

"The Gray Blood still ravages Yharnam, but we..."

Halfway through his speech, the pain and self-blame in his tone almost overflowed.

But in the end, he still didn't say anything else.

He just patted Lan's hand which was holding the small triangular paper bag.

"Alas, this is all the help the church can give you now. Forgive me, child."

"I will." Lan En frowned and looked down at the small triangular paper bag in his hand. It was indeed the texture of loose pills. "But I have to go. Goodbye."

"Yes, I hope to see you again." The red-robed man took back his skinny hand, "May the golden cup of kindness drive away your disease."

Lan En held the small triangular paper bag containing the pills in his hand and walked toward the church door.

After coming out of the towering church door, the blood-red sunset light shone unobstructed on Lan En's profile.

The pupils of his amber cat eyes contracted slightly to adapt.

After a brief period of adaptation, Lan En finally saw a corner of the huge city bathed in the blood-red sunset.

"Establish a new database and try to conduct logical sorting and analysis based on subsequent data entry, Mentos."

The witcher whispered softly.

"The task has been accepted. Please name the new database."

Lan En pushed a strand of molten silver hair that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear and pursed his lips.

"name--"

"Old Yharnam."

(End of this chapter)