Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1281 1253. The Remains of God
This meeting was actually just a joint action between the Healing Church and Byronvis, just to inform the hunters who were the main force of the operation.

Regardless of whether Maria has doubts or not, the action itself will not stop because of anyone's doubts.

After all, this might be my last chance.

Lawrence supported himself on the stone table of the pulpit with both hands. Even though his fingers were holding onto the edge of the table, he still couldn't stop shaking slightly.

It's like the brain has severely lost control of the tiny muscles in the fingers.

But no one had seen this yet, beneath the large and complicated robes worn by the archbishop.

The stone table on the pulpit was originally used for clergy to place doctrinal texts when they preached doctrine to believers.

But now, Lawrence was leaning on the stone table, with his head down and motionless.

The standard calm and gloomy face of the Byronvis scholars just stared blankly at the empty stone table.

But no one thought anything was wrong. In Yharnam, there was no need to make a fuss or get to the bottom of everything.

The doors of the cathedral were reopened.

The hunters, their bodies filled with the stench of wild beast blood, mostly filed out in silence.

Like a black flock of carrion crows.

Most of the hunters left.

They have to prepare their hunting weapons and hunting gear in preparation for the big hunt that is about to begin.

Be prepared to enjoy the blood that is splashed everywhere with all your heart, and also be prepared to find ways to make the blood splash more and thicker.

Most of the hunters were grinning and laughing silently.

Chief was one of the few people with a gloomy expression.

Maria, who was walking at the end, looked back at the closing church door.

In the shadow of the cocked hats she saw the scholars and senior clergymen who had been talking to one another also leaving.

Only the two first hunters and the archbishop remained in their original positions, watching others leave in silence.

With a creak, the church door was closed again.

The sound of people's footsteps leaving the cathedral floor echoed, but became lighter and lighter.

Only when there was no more sound did Ludwig speak to break the silence.

"Lawrence." He looked worriedly at the podium, "Are you okay?"

Although the archbishop was still motionless at this time, cold sweat had already gathered on the tip of his nose as he lowered his head, and dripped directly down, shattering on the stone table with a "pop".

"You're not in the right state."

Ludwig said worriedly.

“No, nothing.” But Lawrence immediately waved his hand. Although he was a little out of breath, he still insisted, “I’m just a little tired. Gray blood disease has taken up most of the church’s energy, but I also have to take care of our sacred blood.”

Just too tired?

Ludwig frowned, but finally just nodded and said nothing more.

If it's just overwork, then just do a few more [Blood Therapy] and it will be fine, right?
The church's first hunter suppressed the inexplicable feeling of "something is wrong, and I'm panicking".

[Hemotherapy] is the panacea of ​​life.

As long as you accept the abundant power in the [Sacred Blood], your energy, vigor, and vitality will all be renewed as if they were brand new.

Everything is like a new life, and all you need to do is inject a bottle of [Sacred Blood] into your body.

Ludwig didn't believe that with such magical power, there would be nothing that could not be solved.

The horror of gray blood disease is only because the Healing Church cannot give every Yharnam person a portion of [Holy Blood]. Otherwise, what is the plague?
Ludwig did not ask further questions because of his firm belief in the healing church doctrine.

"Where is Brad?" In the cathedral where there were only three people left, Lawrence no longer concealed his current miserable condition.

He asked in a muffled voice, supporting himself on the stone table with one hand and covering his forehead with the other.

It looked like he was about to vomit from the headache.

"I don't know." Ludwig was stunned for a moment, then he said as if he remembered something, "I haven't seen him for a long time. Shouldn't you have assigned him this mission?"

In fact, Brad only accepted Lawrence's tasks.

Although Brado is a foreigner who came to Yharnam to seek [blood therapy], he has a very good relationship with Lawrence.

This was one of the few friends Lawrence had in the days when he left Byron Weiss and founded the Healing Church.

So although he has no formal identity or position, everyone knows that basically Brad's tasks are what Lawrence needs him to do.

Brado is not a church hunter, but he is more like Lawrence's regular cooperative hunter.

He holds a unique one-handed hammer called the [Blood Sacrifice Knife] as his weapon.

No one should know where he will be and what he will be doing better than Lawrence.

Lawrence himself reacted and was stunned for a moment.

Yes, I should be the one who knows best where Brad is, why now?
Just as Lawrence felt his headache getting worse and his mind getting confused, an old voice echoed in the church. "Brado is hunting a monster that is very good at escaping."

The brim of German's bowler hat cast a shadow, preventing the other two from seeing his expression.

He was talking to himself.

"That would be time-consuming, and he's been very busy lately."

This is very wrong.

Why would Geman, who had been silent for a long time, know about Brad? He shouldn't even know that there was a hunter named Brad.

Why did German know where Brad was even better than Lawrence?

Something that was both logically and informationally impossible happened.

But whether it was Lawrence or Ludwig, they both seemed to be just stunned for a moment.

Then, he accepted German's statement without hesitation.

Lawrence, who was covering his head, seemed to feel a little better. He shook his head and put down his hands.

"No matter what, the hunting target this time is very dangerous."

At this time, Lawrence spoke meaningfully to the two hunters he trusted.

"I understand." Ludwig said directly, "You even found Mr. German. I can't imagine what kind of monster would need so many hunters. But no matter what, the church hunters and I will persevere to the end."

"But it's not that simple, Ludwig."

Lawrence's eyes remained calm, even though the veins on his neck were bulging from the pain he had just felt.

"Those scholars who came out of Byronvis," Lawrence said, glancing in the direction where the scholars left, "don't need to protect them too carefully during the hunt."

"They were all the elites of Byronvis. They are very good in academics, [arcane], and combat. If you run into trouble, you can even command them as powerful hunters. Do you understand what I mean?"

In the echoing cathedral, the echo gradually became lower and lower, and finally disappeared completely, and silence fell.

Ludwig frowned slowly.

"You said 'was'?"

Obviously, the meaning of this word was very complicated, but Ludwig still understood it.

That group of scholars was not, as people thought, a representative of Byron Weiss. Most of them, like Lawrence, were people who deviated from the academic research path of Master William.

But he also did not stand with the Healing Church, that is to say
Third party?
Lawrence made it clear that he needed Ludwig to preserve his own strength during the hunt and use the opponent's strength. His defensive intention was obvious.

"This is obviously not honorable, and I don't know what the dispute between you is. But I will still do it."

The church's first hunter raised his head and stared at the archbishop on the pulpit.

"But I need you to promise me and my church hunters that everything we do will undoubtedly save the lives of the people of Yharnam."

Lawrence didn't hesitate for even a moment. Although he was weak, he still expressed his attitude firmly.

"Of course, Ludwig. I promise you, and all the Church Hunters. We will save Yharnam."

The attitude was extremely clear, accurate, and resolute.

So, although it was difficult, the church's first hunter pursed his lips, nodded, turned around and left.

His reputation, his spirit, were expendable compared to the many inhabitants of Yharnam, and the Healing Church's vision of providing relief through the power of sacred blood.

And just after even the church's first hunter left.

Sitting on a bench with his arms folded across his chest, German, who was half-covered by the shadow of the brim of his bowler hat, finally spoke softly.

"You're still as cold as ever, Lawrence."

Germann smiled.

"There was not even the slightest hesitation when telling a lie."

"He still doesn't even know what we are going to hunt in that small fishing village."

"That's a living Son of God!"

Facing the ridicule of his old friend, Lawrence closed his eyes and shook his head: "In order to obtain the body of the Son of God, everything we pay is worth it."

"Think about it, Gehman. You're an old man who's seen us grow up."

"Ever since Byron Weiss found the remains of the Sumeru people in the underground labyrinth, and found the remains of God from those remains! Since then, science, arcane, and medicine...we have experienced explosive growth!"

"And that wreckage was discovered and studied by them even before the demise of the Sumerian civilization. How long did it take for us to discover it?"

Lawrence's grip strength seemed to suddenly become very strong, and his hands that were supporting the stone table actually made a creaking sound.

And his tone seemed to become more intense because of this.

"The remains of the God were simply chewed up several times! They were leftovers that had gone bad! And now, there is a living Son of God!"

"As long as we obtain Him, how far will human evolution be pushed?!"

(End of this chapter)