Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1273 1245. Old Yharnam

The city immersed in the blood-red sunset made Lan En feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is the style.

The roads and houses are piled up layer by layer along the rugged terrain.

On the one hand, this reflects the excellence of architectural technology, but on the other hand, it highlights the immaturity and bias in spatial planning.

It seems that people who have this kind of construction technology have never put any effort into research on road planning and life planning.

A collection of contradictions.

The towering places are like solitary spires, while the low places are deep and dark.

Gothic architecture is complex and gorgeous, but it also reveals a hint of aristocratic coldness and gloominess.

But what is unfamiliar is the city itself.

Its altitude is not as high as the blood healing town that Lan En had visited.

Its specific roads and buildings are also completely different from the Yharnam that Lan En had visited before, because the mountain terrain on which the buildings are built is completely different.

The city in front of him didn't seem to have as many "complete facilities" as Yharnam.

At least Lan En saw a lot of roads that were not paved with bricks, but were exposed with loess and rocks.

But just like the style of 'future' Yanan, these yellow soils do not give people a sense of rurality or hometown.

Instead, there is a feeling of decay and gloom as if one is entering a state of disease.

It's like stepping into a bottomless abyss.

In terms of the completeness of infrastructure, Yharnam in the night is undoubtedly better.

When Lan En smelled the special incense in the church, he was already about 70% sure where he was.

Without a doubt, it should be the city that, because of mankind's blind and radical research, has been involved in the dreams of several ancient gods who want to give birth to their sons.

The only thing that the demon hunter is unsure of is what time it is.

The setting sun shining on my body indicates that the previous night has passed.

Could this be the city that the Yharnam people rebuilt after the recurring nights of hunting?
Or something else?
But when Lan walked outside the church and saw the city today with his own eyes, and with the help of Mentos, he got information from every detail, he understood.

This is not the 'future'. This is the 'past'.

According to legend, Old Yharnam was destroyed by fire during a night of unprecedented hunting.

"But how did they do that?"

Lan En frowned, suppressed his doubts in his heart, and walked towards this familiar yet unfamiliar mountain city.

The boots with attached dragon scale armor rubbed against the yellow soil on the steps, bringing a touch that couldn't be more real.

Lan En was mentally prepared for the existence of this power that transcends time.

Not to mention what Master William said when he left Yharnam.

For example, in the magical Middle Ages, he once met the adult Ciri.

Time, it sounds mysterious and great, but he has indeed witnessed the power that can transcend time firsthand.

What Lan En was unsure about was what kind of situation he was in now?

Is it because of the rift in the intersection of the celestial spheres that, when it connects to other worlds, it naturally and automatically transcends the flow of time and connects to the past of this world?

Or was his journey interfered with by "human beings" when he entered the celestial intersection rift?
What role does the part of his missing memory play in this?
One question after another came to his face the moment he confirmed that he was in Old Yharnam.

Sometimes Lan En envied those people who were not sharp enough. At least they were not like him, with a developed and fast-moving mind that could recognize so many problems through just a few scenes.

Fluffball and Qilin weren't around, but Lan wasn't too worried.

He felt that this time the two of them did not come with him at all, instead of being separated.

This was a judgment based on his physical condition. He was very sure that he had just stepped out of the celestial sphere intersection rift.

This is good.

Flannel balls and unicorns are not suited to such a world, although life on the New World is generally strong.

But in this world, the real threats are not monsters that can be dealt with by simple physical attacks.

"So," the biochemical intelligent computer's pretentious voice sounded in my mind, "This time I will be traveling alone again, sir."

"That's not a problem. I still have you." Lan En shook his head indifferently. Whether he was in a team or alone, he had confidence in himself.

But then he saw the bloody sunset that was about to disappear among the spires of the messy and intertwined Gothic buildings.

"The thing is, I kind of regret coming out of the church. Tsk."

Lan En clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, as he still remembered the "characteristics" of Yharnam's nights.

But having said that, Lan En had no intention of turning back.

The church, especially the church in Yharnam, really impressed Lan En.

The last time the witcher was investigating on the night of the hunt, he found his way all the way to the cathedral of the Healing Church.

As a result, the church agent turned into a wild beast in front of him and was then hacked to death by him.

Although in the 'future' Yharnam, Lan had great respect for the red-robed witch who took in the people in the chapel of Orton.

And the red-robed man just now seemed to really care about him, so Lan En didn't feel disgusted. But the so-called Good Golden Cup Church?

Lan was not very inclined to spend the nights in Yharnam in a local church he did not understand.

"It seems we can only hope that tonight is not a hunting night, sir."

Mentos said calmly, not sounding too worried.

Because if this is indeed Old Yharnam, then at this time, the beast disease is actually not serious.

Except for the hunting night that burned down the city, the nights of old Yharnam should be much more peaceful than the Yharnam of the 'future'. If the stories Henrik told Lan were all true.

If it weren't for the old man's 'memory filter'.

"Sir, maybe we could try to find a hotel?"

"Based on Yharnam's hospitality to outsiders?" Lan En told a cold joke, while walking deeper into the city. "I doubt they really have such a business as 'hotel'?"

"Let's just walk and see. If it doesn't work, I can find a secluded alley and treat it as urban camping. Tsk, why is the situation as bad as the last time I came here?"

The blood-red, frightening sunset is rapidly sinking under the towering and sharp Gothic buildings.

Darkness began to fall.

On the rugged and winding road, the residents of Yharnam returned home.

This place is already similar to the 'future' Yharnam, with many public lighting facilities arranged over a large area.

It's just not that common, and it shows that the city is still developing.

The second time, an 'antique' wearing armor from a previous era walked on the streets of a Victorian-style city.

There is no doubt that the attitude of the Yharnam people towards outsiders is still "simple and straightforward".

Lan En knocked on a few doors along the way, and the responses he received made him feel familiar.

"You're still wandering around at this hour. I guess you must be a stranger."

"Enjoy your night, outsider. This is Yharnam's hospitality, hehe."

"Dirty outsiders, it's you who brought the gray blood! It's you! Get out! Get out of my house!"

It started with whispers, then quiet speculations separated by a layer of gate, followed by sarcasm and undisguised rejection, and finally ended with laughter as if appreciating a cruel farce.

"Compared to them, I always feel that the farmers in Velen are mentally sound."

Lan En complained as he spread a large, thick felt cloth on the ground in the alley.

He knelt on it, intending to spend the whole night meditating.

While ensuring rest, you can also maintain a certain degree of alertness.

In fact, from Lan's perspective, most of the farmers in Weiren have some mental illness to some extent.

The long-term precarious living condition has made them very nervous, but at the same time they feel like they don't care.

Insensitive, lacking empathy, timid and irritable.
But Lan could understand, because these mental illnesses were caused by the harsh living environment, and the farmers in Velen had no choice.

But in Yharnam, the living environment here is not "bad". After all, compared to the standard, this is a Victorian city, much better than the mud pit of Velen.

However, the living environment here is "weird", "dangerous" and "abnormal".

The place Lan En chose was deep in a relatively wide alley.

There were some wooden boxes and barrels stacked in a crooked manner inside.

The demon hunter passed through the objects blocking his way, trying to hide himself in the deepest place.

The ground was a little damp, and black, smelly dirty water had accumulated on the black bricks and stones.

Fortunately, Lan En was not a poor demon hunter in the conventional sense at this time.

He was going to throw away the felt cloth after using it.

The weather gradually turned steadily colder as night fell.

On the wet brick and stone streets of Yharnam, a hazy white mist began to slowly appear and float.

The abnormally bright moonlight shone through the cold mist onto the bricks and stones, reflecting strange light off the water vapor above.

Yanan fell silent.

Or on the surface, it became quiet.

During [Meditation], the demon hunter's body will rest, but his mind will fall into a state like a mage sensing chaotic magic.

If you enter this state moderately, you will feel clear-headed and alert, but if you enter it frequently or reluctantly, it will make you dizzy, as if you have been up all night.

Therefore, using [Meditation] to get rest is not a skill that an unskilled demon hunter can master.

More often than not, this technique is used by demon hunters to squeeze out a few hours in their tight schedule to give their body and mind a break.

but now
"Suck~"

A long and deep breathing sounded gently in the depths of the dark and messy alley.

It looked like there was some large creature crawling and breathing in the shadow at the end.

Then, a pair of amber cat eyes that glowed slightly in the shadows slowly opened and looked outside.

(End of this chapter)