Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1277 1249. Clergyman Mark
Compared to the 'future' Yharnam's hunting night that Lan En encountered when he first arrived, this night was much better.

Apart from the fact that Old Yharnam looked dead silent and gloomy at night, with an atmosphere like that of a ghost story, we actually didn't encounter many beastly patients.

This may also be related to the rampant gray blood disease, which has caused a significant decline in the total population.

The sky was already daybreak, and the witcher had spent his first night in Old Yharnam safely.

In fact, Henrik had already stopped working when the night had just faded and only a hint of white light appeared in the sky.

Hunters are a symbol of fear. Although their job is to protect the town, their bloody and cruel fighting style, as well as the hideous marks left after the battle, cannot but repel people.

So hunters are better off keeping their distance from the crowd, hunting in the shadows, and disappearing at daybreak.

This is to prevent negativity from spreading in the city.

Henrik took off the mask on his face, hung the meat saw behind him, and put the hunter's rifle back under his coat.

At first glance, he really looks like an ordinary Yharnam person who is just a little gloomy.

Lann's cloak covered his armor.

His size was nothing special to note in Yharnam.

Whether it was the group of Sumeru descendants found by the Healing Church, or the big and stupid servants who did odd jobs for the townspeople in Yharnam.

In terms of body size, they are not much different from Lan En.

It's just that his body proportions seem somewhat uncoordinated and deformed compared to those of a demon hunter.

The sky was slightly brightening, and the damp and cold fog that had accumulated on the ground in the city during the night was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hazy and eerie atmosphere is lightening.

Here and there, some Yanan people who had to get up early to make a living carefully opened their doors a crack, looked around, then put on their hats and hurriedly went out, quickly walking onto the street.

He seemed to not want to have any contact with anyone else.

Considering that in addition to beast disease, there is also a plague called gray blood disease in Yharnam, this situation can be said to be very normal.

Henrik held up his tricorn hat and looked blankly at the faint light in the sky, then shook his head.

A night's work was over, and he was also trying to distance himself from the cold and precise working state of the Yharnam hunters.

"Let's go." He whispered to Lan En behind him, "Find my friend and let's go get your business done."

"Now?"

The witcher raised a brow.

The damp and cold fog was dissipating, and white smoke began to billow from the chimneys on the roofs of the twisted and crowded Gothic buildings around.

"Isn't it too early?"

"He is a clergyman in the Healing Church who is responsible for the logistics of hunters. His work and rest schedule is not much different from that of hunters."

"Let's go then."

Lan and Henrik were both quick and efficient. Under the guidance of the Yharnam hunter, Lan was able to navigate the densely packed buildings that were winding, narrow, wide, and completely irregular with ease.

Mentos is recording a map in the brain based on the subject's senses, but it is difficult.

It would be fine if it was just the layout of roads and buildings that was complicated, but Yharnam was also complex on a three-dimensional level, with so many buildings built with the help of height differences that it was dazzling.

Just like now.

Henrik led Lan through the lobby of a two-story residential building, and then climbed down the stairs to a dried-up canal.

Walking along the canal, at the end there is a three-story building with the first floor door opening into the canal.

The boots with dragon scale armor gently pushed aside the weeds at the corners of the canal.

This canal looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, and the weeds are all dead and yellow.

Some crows were perched on the wooden beams across the canal, quietly watching the two people walking in the canal.

Henrik walked straight forward, climbed up the two steps outside the gate, and knocked on the door with his leather-gloved hand. The sound was a bit dull, "bang bang bang".

After knocking on the door, he turned around without any hesitation and began to fiddle with the kerosene lamp at the door of the small building.

The Yharnam hunter, wearing leather gloves, unscrewed the yellowed glass lampshade of the kerosene lamp along the thread, then pinched it with two fingers and accurately extinguished the quietly burning wick.

Hunters are not afraid of fire. If they are afraid of fire, they will not be able to use flames to hunt wild animals.

Only when black smoke began to come out from between the two fingers that were pinching the wick, indicating that the flame had gone out, did Henrik withdraw his hand and screw the glass lampshade back on.

Lan En stood behind him, folding his arms and watching quietly.

While knocking on the door, I also did the chores at the door. There is no doubt that this is something that only very close and good friends would do.

The sturdy wooden door opened from the inside, revealing a crack.

Only after seeing Henrik who had just screwed on the glass shade of the kerosene lamp did the door open.

"Why are you looking for me now instead of resting?"

There was a gloomy man in the door.

His hair was messy, his face was pale and expressionless.

He was wearing a loose uniform of the Healing Church clergy, with a silk strip printed with mottos hanging vertically down his back. However, the hood of the uniform was not on his head, but just hung on his back.

In these days, it is not decent to go without a hat.

Even the townspeople in Yharnam who didn't have a very good life had to wear a hat.

Even the brim of the hat had become so soft that it had lost its shape.

Hunters even wear hats when hunting.

It's a characteristic of the times.

When the person inside the door saw Henrik, his tone was as cold as if he were a stranger, but he had no intention of putting on his hat, which meant that they were already extraordinary acquaintances.

"I owe a favor to a stranger who just arrived yesterday, and I have to pay it back."

Henrik said as he walked into the house through the space the other person had made way for.

Lan En followed behind, and as the clergyman of the Healing Church looked at him, he lowered his head slightly, leaned sideways, and grabbed the edge of his cloak to allow himself to enter smoothly.

"A favor owed to you yesterday?"

The clergy of the Healing Church murmured.

"Late at night? Outside? That favor is really big."

He is Henrik's friend. After a quick consideration of the situation, he will know what the "favor" Henrik is talking about is.

The young 'old' hunter sat down on a chair in the room without any hesitation, took off his hat and placed it on the table.

Lan En also took a quick look around and found that this three-story building seemed to be rented out in separate floors by the owner.

Because this floor alone basically includes all living facilities, such as bathrooms, stoves, etc.

If all three floors were usable space, this arrangement would be too cramped.

It was obvious that Henrik's friend rented the bottom floor, where the door led to the old canal.

"I'm Mark." The clergyman of the Healing Church nodded to Lan, "Thank you for saving Henryk once. He just became a hunter not long ago and was still too reckless."

In Yharnam, people's emotions always seem to swing between the two extremes of madness and cruelty, and rarely fall into the normal middle value.

Henrik, and Mark who said thank you.

Although he said thank you, his expression and tone were so cold, as if he was talking about a stranger.

This always makes Lan En, a normal person, feel weird.

"Don't worry about it." But the demon hunter still perfectly controlled his expression and emotions, without showing anything. "Just help me get the identity. It's not a big deal to help last night."

After Mark and Lan greeted each other, Henrik, who was sitting on a chair, began to point at the two of them.

"Lan En, a hunter who came to Yharnam from another land to seek [Blood Healing], is very skilled."

"Mark, a clergyman of the Healing Church."

As a middleman, Henrik only said two words, and then he stopped talking as if he had completed his mission.

Mark seemed to be completely accustomed to Henrik's style.

"So, as a foreigner, you want to become a hunter of Yharnam and strive for [Blood Healing]?"

Mark's calm face spoke softly.

It seems like he is no stranger to this kind of thing.

"Is it for these eyes? Oh, sorry, I asked too much."

After an expressionless apology, Mark continued.

"It's very simple. The church is expanding its recruitment to cope with the increasingly severe situation. I'll go through some procedures for you, and you'll be able to enter the queue for [Blood Therapy] soon."

"Queueing process?" Lan En himself kept his distance from any blood of Yanan, but he keenly caught a word in Mark's words.

The demon hunter asked casually, "Are there many people who come to Yharnam to pursue [Blood Healing]?"

"There are still those who come from outside like you, but the sacred blood is very scarce now."

Mark explained.

"Gray blood disease is too serious. In the end, we still have to use [blood therapy] to save lives. Otherwise, how can this plague be cured?"

Once medical resources encounter an epidemic, there will never be enough.

Although Lan En understood what Yharnam's [Blood Therapy] was, in Yharnam, it was definitely a revered and cherished treatment method.

"I'm not in a hurry." Lan En said nonchalantly, "This disease won't kill me in a short time."

"But you want to use [Blood Healing] on all patients with gray blood?"

Mark nodded seriously, then shook his head.

"The church wants to save people, but it doesn't have that many resources. In the end, we can only admit the most serious gray blood patients to medical treatment institutions, and then use [blood therapy] to try to save them, and at the same time understand this disease."

(End of this chapter)