Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1292 1264. The sense of oppression in the master-disciple relationship

Lan had no way of bringing relief to these patients, much as he wanted to.

But gray blood disease and Yanan's own strangeness made him helpless against the wailing and crying of these patients.

According to Lan's observation, the pain of these patients did not seem to be simply physical and could be solved by taking painkillers or hallucinogens.

If the problem could be solved so easily, the clergy in the research hall would definitely not want to transfer hunters to assist them in their work.

Especially an elite hunter like Maria.

"Ms. Maria?" Adeline, who was helping to move things in the research hall, took the time to talk to Lan En beside her. "The senior clergy must be more polite to her than to you, don't mind it."

The Blood Saint said with an enthusiastic smile.

“Although they are all ordinary hunters outside the direct jurisdiction of the church, Ms. Maria’s teacher is the [First Hunter] Geman!”

"Even if we ignore Ms. Maria's outstanding performance and elegant temperament, just based on this relationship, everyone would be more polite to her. Although she herself may not care at all."

Adeline also seemed to complain a bit at the end.

But after being greeted by the clergyman who was moving things in front, the enthusiastic Blood Saint quickly nodded to Lan En and trotted after him.

Lan En, who got the news from the conversation, just lowered his head and chewed on a name.

[First Hunter]. Gehman?

The demon hunter had never heard of this name and had only a vague understanding of this title. He only knew that the so-called "First Hunter" was the founder of Yharnam's hunter profession.

But inexplicably, even though he had never heard of him, Lan En felt that he was somewhat familiar with this [First Hunter].

Subconsciously, Lan En touched his neck.

When the touch of Smaug's gauntlet reached the skin of his neck, he was shocked to realize the action he had made subconsciously.

Given his body's self-control, this was almost unprecedentedly abnormal.

Unless he really has a vivid memory of a moment that he has forgotten.

Putting his hand down, Lan En squinted his eyes and looked at the palm that had touched his neck unconsciously just now, then shook his head and put it down again.

But the information was still too little. He only got the name of the rumored "First Hunter" and didn't even know his appearance or characteristics. Even if he had really seen him somewhere before, how could he match him up?
He shook his head, marked this strange feeling of familiarity, and sealed it into the Mentos database, to be monitored by the biochemical intelligent computer.

Under the dim kerosene lamplight, Lan En could only judge the sky color through the stained glass high up in the research hall.

Maria returned to the study hall at dusk, approaching night.

And after coming back, this female hunter, who was born into a blood noble family, asked Lan En to end her first day of work as a Yharnam hunter, on the grounds that "there are more people and we can take a break."

But when Lan En tilted his head and looked at the blood-red pupils under the tricorn hat that were looking at him, he immediately understood that it was the female hunter's vigilance against him that was causing the problem.

To be honest, as long as there is a [blood collection bottle], the hunters only need to give an injection, and even the severed aorta will grow back in the blink of an eye, and the broken bones will return to their original position with a "crackling" sound.

The spirit is high, as if vitality is constantly replenished into the body.

It was difficult to rest. After young Henrik gave himself an injection, there was actually no need for him to rest. He just went home according to the rules because it was daybreak and the hunters should return to the dark in front of the residents.

So when Yharnam hunters say rest, it generally means "get a shot of [blood collection bottle]".

Only hunters who work for the Healing Church and can also get extra gains from hunting can afford such luxury.

For blood saints like Adeline, the amount of blood they produce is limited after all.

Yharnam hunters can get a regular supply, while other Yharnamites may take a long time to get a bottle.

They would not be so extravagant as to use up a whole bottle of this precious sacred blood. Instead, they would store it or dilute it with alcohol to satisfy their craving.

If a hunter finds a lycanthrope's collection during a hunt, it becomes his own.

Lan frowned, but still took a step back under Maria's gaze.

He nodded and walked towards the door of the research hall.

It seemed that he was following Maria's request and preparing to leave for a rest.

As she watched the tall and strong figure gradually disappear into the distance, Maria held down her tricorn hat and finally let out a breath from her cold and thin lips.

"Whoo~"

The eyes beneath the brim of the hat were deep.

Lan could sense Maria's fighting ability from her daily pace and rhythm, but couldn't Maria sense his ability?

When Lan En followed her and briefly inspected the research hall, Maria felt that the delicate hairs on the back of her neck stood up!

It was precisely because of the tremendous pressure coming from behind that she accidentally let the musket hidden under her one-shoulder cloak show while walking.

Maria only felt that the man behind her, who was as tall as a descendant of Sumeria, had a frighteningly steady breathing.

Although because of this calmness, his breathing was objectively not loud or deep.

But for someone with such high skills and keen senses as Maria, she only felt that every breath of Lan En seemed to pull the air within a two-meter radius around him!

It is precisely because more air is involved that, on average, those dull-witted people cannot feel the horror of this breathing!
Breathing of this intensity is extremely rare even among the ferocious and terrifying beasts like Yharnam!
Coupled with Lan's performance when he met Maria, the combined effect made the blood noble even more wary.

But this situation is exactly what Lan En wants. The demon hunter who walked down the stairs outside the main entrance of the research hall did not seem to be temporarily sent away, looking at a loss, not knowing what to do or where to go.

In the sunset of Yharnam, Lan En just glanced left and right, as if he had determined his direction and goal.

He walked down the stairs without stopping, turning left and right until he disappeared into the crowded and chaotic streets of Yharnam.

Mentos provided real-time route guidance on Lan's retina, and finally stopped at a fork in the road.

Lan En was on top of a dirt slope, which merged with a brick road.

At this time, the setting sun in the sky of Yharnam, which seemed hazy for some reason, was shining down.

The city has gone from the hustle and bustle of the day to quiet, even dead silent.

Because the arrival of darkness was a clear signal to Yharnam.

A dangerous signal.

——If you don’t want to die, go home.

Therefore, anyone who can remain calm and wander around the streets of Yharnam at this time can basically be assumed to be not an ordinary person.

In the silence of no one, Lan En, who was casually picking at the withered weeds on the side of the dirt road with his toes, his ears twitched slightly at first.

Then his eyes moved from the ground to the intersection of the dirt slope and the path below.

At the same time, he slowly started walking down.

When we were almost approaching the intersection, another sound of footsteps could be heard faintly from not far behind.

Lan En seemed not to care. He went down the slope and continued walking along the road.

But the footsteps behind paused, and then shouted hesitantly.

".Lane?"

Hearing Henrik's young voice, the witcher turned around in a puzzled manner, just in time to see a hunter dressed the same as before approaching from behind.

"Ah, it's Henrik!"

The witcher pretended to be relieved.

Lann's performance was very natural, thanks to the Emperor's Children's innate ability to negotiate.

The film vividly expresses the sense of security of meeting the few familiar faces in a strange and complex city.

"What a coincidence! I'm feeling a bit dizzy right now!"

He shrugged and said luckily.

But it’s not lucky at all.

He knew in advance the scope of Henrik's work at night through their first meeting and conversation in Old Yharnam.

Later, when Mark was helping him get acquainted with Yharnam, he casually asked him what a novice hunter like him who had just joined the church would be assigned to do.

Mark still emphasized at the time that he probably lowered the recruitment standards at this time because the church was short of manpower.

Therefore, he probably would not do the work that mature church hunters would do, but would most likely do the same work as ordinary hunters.

That is to say, "to fill the gap caused by the large-scale withdrawal of elite hunters and suppress the threat of regular beast patients in Yharnam."

According to Lan's understanding of Henrik, his good friend had just become a church hunter. Although he had also been a hunter for a short time, he was more experienced than the other party in any case.

Henrik would certainly prefer to form a team and take care of each other during the night in Yharnam.

Just like him teaming up with 'future' Gascoigne.

What if you just take care of Mark for a few days and let him gain some experience?

Of course Henrik would do that.

So Lan En just had to pick a path that was bound to pass between the two of them and wait.

The reason why the witcher did this was that he actually wanted to use this time to chat with Henrik.

In fact, truly useful information and intelligence only require a few sentences.

"Are you lost again?" Henrik looked him up and down coldly at first, but he was concerned, "Didn't I ask Mark to look after you? You're really brave and you dare to wander around on your own before you've even been in Yharnam for a few days."

Lan En gave a slightly embarrassed but not too panicked smile.

"I remember the general direction, but there were a few forks in the road that confused me."

Then, Lan vaguely mentioned a few landmark locations, allowing Henrik to easily find out where he was "lost".

Then in just two or three sentences, the route was made clear.

But what Lan En really wanted to ask was hidden in the greetings after pointing out the way.

(End of this chapter)