Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1276 1248. Young acquaintance

At the end, he looked at Lan En with a questioning tone, meaning that he didn't know how to address him.

So the witcher spoke in a very friendly manner.

"Lan."

"Okay, Mr. Lan." The Yharnam hunter hung the meat saw on the belt at the back of his waist, reached out and grabbed the tricorn hat, lifted it up a few centimeters, and lowered his head slightly.

I did a simple hat-tip greeting.

"I'm Henrik, a hunter."

The Yharnam hunter looked up, only to find that the man in front of him had a strange expression.

"Any questions?"

"No, nothing." Lan En blinked and quickly replied, then chuckled and muttered quietly, "You really have an M-shaped hairline at such a young age?"

At this time, the witcher took a closer look in the moonlight and found that this outfit of wearing a mask and a tricorn hat at the same time and pressing the eyes into a slit was indeed Henrik's future style.

Those eyes were also somewhat similar to those in the future.

But this time he was wearing a black hunter leather windbreaker, not the khaki one he wore later.

The young hunter Henrik actually didn't care about Lan's muttering.

In Yharnam, talking to oneself from time to time is a harmless little "quirk" that is not even worth paying attention to.

And Henrik did not ask Lan why a stranger was staying in a secluded alley so late at night.

Because he knew very well how the Yharnam people treated outsiders.

"Yarnam's night doesn't look peaceful."

Lan En tapped the beast patient's body with his toes and spoke meaningfully.

"If you want to pursue [blood therapy] to cure terminal illnesses, you have to take risks at the same time. Isn't that easy to understand?"

Young Henrik spoke calmly, pointing the rifle in his left hand at the corpse on the ground.

“That’s the risk.”

"It's just that you are more unlucky than other outsiders. Now we are not only facing the beast disease, but also the gray blood disease that is spreading in the city."

"I thought this was just a town that wasn't very friendly to outsiders and where few people went out at night." The witcher spread his hands, "I didn't expect to have to deal with this kind of thing. There's also a plague?"

"I just helped you once. Can I have a companion tonight? After all, I am unfamiliar with this place, and it does look dangerous here."

Lan En said this with his hands spread out in a relaxed manner.

Henrik frowned. Why did he feel that the guy in front of him was very familiar to him?

He seemed certain that he would help him this night. Although he had indeed helped him just now, he was also prepared to repay him.

But he still looked up and down at this unusually tall and handsome man, who almost reminded him of the descendants of Sumeria who served in the Healing Church.

"I have a good sword and I know how to use it. You don't have to worry too much about me."

Lann said with a smile, but young Henrik had no idea what was so funny about that statement.

"The sword is good, and the armor is old-fashioned but sturdy, but it's hard to say whether these two things will be useful in Yharnam."

Henrik's eyes, sandwiched between the cocked hat and the mask, glanced at Lan's waist.

There hung Alondite in his scabbard.

But even in the scabbard, the smooth curves and structure are enough to see.

Compared with the transforming weapons of the Yharnam hunters, it is indeed very "simple".

When Lan heard young Henrik's response, the smile on his face suddenly became more meaningful.

"A familiar response. When I revisited the old place, everything and everyone was different, sir."

Mentos understood the subject's strange mood at the moment and felt the same emotion in his mind.

First, he met the old hunter in the 'future' Yharnam, and then he returned to the old Yharnam and had the same conversation and response with the young hunter.

If not crossing the world and crossing time, who else can experience this wonderful process personally?

However, although young Henrik was as picky as his older self, he still agreed to Lan.

After all, Lan En has undergone more transformation surgeries now than before. Without talking about the technology, just looking at his body, he is much more intimidating than when he first arrived in Yharnam.

This powerful fighting ability was beyond doubt in Henrik's eyes.

Besides, Lan En had just helped him, and he had learned a lesson from it. There was no reason to refuse.

So it’s just like Yharnam in the ‘future’.

On the first night of arriving in Old Yharnam, Lan and Henrik walked together on the deserted streets.

But perhaps before Old Yharnam experienced that night of hunting, the beast disease was not so serious.

The journey for the two of them was much easier than the original trio with Gascoigne.

In total, there were less than three beastly patients, and none of them were as advanced as the one who was killed by Lan En's fist.

At most, the hair on his body began to turn into the black hair of wild beasts, and his body shape was far from being distorted by the beast disease. Although the young Henrik already possessed the coldness and indifference that were the hallmarks of the Yharnam hunters, he was still more active than his elder self.

Even though we had only known each other for a short time, I was able to chat with Lan En.

From young Henrik, Lan learned that it was just an ordinary night.

The main job of the hunters is to patrol at night. If they encounter a beast patient, they have to find a secluded place to execute him.

Hunting nights, where wild animals can be killed freely on the streets, have not been held for a long time.

The most difficult problem in Yanan now is gray blood disease, a fatal infectious disease that turns the patient's blood gray.

But until now, no one has figured out how it is transmitted.

"That thing is useless."

Young Henrik looked at the little triangle of oiled paper that Lan had pulled out of his pocket and shown him because of the talk of gray blood disease.

"The Good Golden Cup Church. A group of people who hold on to useless doctrines and knowledge and still want to save people."

The small triangle of oil paper was a gift that Lan En received from the red-robed man in the church when he first arrived.

But Henrik just looked at it and shook his head indifferently.

"This thing can be taken as an antidote, and it's still somewhat useful. But for treating gray blood disease?"

He ended his speech with a rhetorical question, but in fact it was equivalent to giving a conclusion.

"It's useless." Lan En didn't care. He just smiled and took back the small triangle of oil paper that wrapped the pills. "At least the guy who gave me the pills is a good person. I can see that."

"He's a nice person? Is it useful to be a nice person?"

Young Henrik was still leading the way in front of Lan, acting as a guide.

They walked in a thin, cold mist, the moonlight reflecting off the damp, cold bricks.

"The Good Golden Cup Church and their red-robed clergy are outdated. They are timid about exploration and progress and can do nothing."

"In my opinion, curbing gray blood disease still depends on the Healing Church. You are here to pursue [blood healing], right? You know the ability of the Healing Church."

After all, young people’s thinking and perspective are different from those of older people, even if they are the same person at different growth stages.

Lan En glanced sideways at the Yharnam hunter who was leading the way half a body length ahead.

Henrik, wearing a black leather windbreaker, is now just an ordinary novice hunter in Yharnam.

They would even chase the beastmen into dark alleys without any torches.

He is not the Yharnam of the "future", who can wear his khaki coat and is regarded by many hunters as an old guy who is "too skilled and experienced to die like a hunter while hunting".

From Lan's previous contacts with Henryk, he could sense that although the old hunter was still a hunter under the management of the Healing Church.

Normally, I would receive subsidies and benefits from the church and accept tasks from the church.

But he is completely different from the church hunters who are directly affiliated with the Healing Church.

In fact, I don’t have any sense of belonging to the Healing Church. I just do my job.

But the young Henrik in front of him obviously identified very much with the Healing Church of Old Yharnam.

"The Good Golden Cup Church clearly holds the Golden Cup, but they dare not explore the sacred blood in depth."

Henrik whispered, shaking his head slowly and calmly.

"Although they are the managers of Yharnam, they don't even understand the current research on gray blood disease."

"The Church of Healing collected patients widely and established many medical treatment centers in various places. The clergy studied the diseases and then overcame them."

"The Good Cup Church is outdated. It's time for them to step down and let the Healing Church take over."

"It sounds like I came at the wrong time." Lan En said meaningfully. "You want to take advantage of the plague to force the Good Golden Cup Church, which originally managed the city, to step down?"

"No, no one would do that in such a difficult year." Henrik didn't care about the caution in Lan's words. "There will be no violence, no conspiracy, everything will be solved naturally."

"The Good Cup Church is almost overwhelmed. They know they can't deal with the gray blood. The Yharnam people have had enough of their incompetence."

"Since the Healing Church has opened more and more medical treatment centers, people will soon see who is truly capable of taking charge."

"You just went to the Good Golden Cup Church. There aren't many people there now, right?"

The demon hunter nodded: "I can't deny it."

When he first appeared in the church, he looked around and found that there had indeed been no activity in the church for some time.

"Because of the spread of gray blood disease, their basic functions are paralyzed."

Henrik spoke calmly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"But this doesn't affect you. If you pursue [Blood Healing], of course you have to come to the Healing Church."

"I know a clergyman in the Healing Church. He can bring you to the church tomorrow and register you as a hunter. That way, your Blood Healing treatment can be put on the front of the queue. Hunters have priority."

"Times are tough right now, and the church is recruiting hunters everywhere. The process is very convenient."

"This is my way of repaying your favor."

(End of this chapter)