Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1466.Did you hear that?

The village chief seemed to be attracted only to come over to take a curious look, then he said hello and left.

According to the price, Lan En cut off some of the round edges of a Temeria Oren coin as payment for accommodation.

But when Lan En watched the village chief walking away in the priest's clogs with thick black lacquer soles, his eyes followed the old man for a moment before he turned back.

The witcher sniffed, making sure he hadn't smelled it wrong.

The village chief's hands smelled of blood.

And just like a butcher, it's the smell of blood that has accumulated over the years.

But the blood doesn’t seem to be from humans, but from some animals, such as cows or horses, maybe monkeys, wild boars or something?

Isn’t this village an inn for taking care of large livestock?

Is this the one that is in charge of slaughtering?
And even if it's slaughtering, it shouldn't be done by the village chief, a part-time priest.

Shintoism believes that corpses are unclean objects. Even in funeral ceremonies, their ceremonies focus on the extradition of souls rather than the corpse that has lost its vitality.

Moreover, in this part of Japan, funerals are basically handled by monks.

How can you communicate with gods (Shinto concept) with bloody hands?
But Lan En's feeling was just strange.

After all, everyone has their own secrets. Since the other person's hands are not stained with human blood, there is no need to take it too seriously.

Maybe he's just a Shinto priest, but secretly likes to eat meat?
It doesn’t matter whether the village chief likes to eat meat or not, Lan En has already been assigned a residence in the village.

Although this room is still a wooden house and thatched hut, it can be seen that it is one of the best rooms in the village.

The location is far away from the sheds of large livestock and next to a river, so the body odor of the livestock is much lighter.

The size is also suitable. It can be seen that originally several people were supposed to share one room, but it seems that because Lan En offered a good price, he is the only one living there now.

It was the adjoining room next to the house. Lan En didn't see anyone coming out to watch the fun. Maybe the people working were catching up on their sleep.

"Father, are you really going to let him stay here?"

In the distance, Daisuke Kikuchi rested his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, with the haori covering the scabbard. Beside him, a young man was talking with him as they looked at the big house in the distance.

"Do you have a problem?" Daisuke Kikuchi glanced at his son, Sadakichi Kikuchi.

This kid is pretty good at swordsmanship, but he keeps talking about doing something big. As a result, he is too lazy to do the small things in his village. He just wanders around all day and orders people around who are working.

Therefore, he was called "Idle Dingji" by the people in the village.

"Although it seems to be fine, it's just too weird."

Kikuchi Sadakichi scratched his head.

"The world is big, Sadakichi." Daisuke Kikuchi was quite open-minded. "Things that you think are unbelievable may happen to others. Look at that armor."

"I think our whole village is not worth as much as the gauntlet on his armor."

The old warrior raised one hand and patted the forearm of his other hand, indicating the arm armor of Smaug that he had seen before.

"And look at him. He doesn't even bargain and just takes out gold coins. Tsk, I think he is not an ordinary person even in Ming Dynasty. Is there any news about any big shot from Ming Dynasty coming recently? I haven't heard of it."

Sighing, Daisuke Kikuchi turned to look at his son.

"Okay, you'll lead the night patrol tonight. Don't pout! Do you hear me? Are you looking for a fight?"

"Monsters, bandits, any one of them who gets in here will kill you! You better be serious!"

Daisuke Kikuchi kicked his son in the lower back, causing him to stagger several steps back.

Kikuchi Sadakichi patted the prints of his straw sandals on his lower back and went to work reluctantly, muttering to himself.

After all the trouble, it was actually getting dark. If you don't want to burn lamp oil, it's time to take a rest.

Lan En, who was in his own room, first fiddled with the fire in the pit, making the crackling sound of burning wood.

After the sunlight completely dimmed, he slipped out through the crack in the door silently.

Compared to ordinary people, his body seems huge, but at this moment he shows excellent flexibility.

Lan's concealment skills meant that he was not at risk of being discovered when facing a patrol from just one village.

He even walked right past Daisuke Kikuchi's residence and all the way into the depths of the village.

The dirt road in the village, which was sloppy and dirty but full of life, has disappeared, and has been replaced by a bluestone road that goes up the mountain.

Moss still grows in the cracks and corners of the stone slabs, indicating that this road has been around for a long time.

There are two torii gates on the winding stone staircase.

This is a large door frame painted vermilion in Shintoism, on which sometimes ropes and paper pendants are hung.

It is often placed in front of the main gate of a shrine, symbolizing the boundary between the divine realm and the human world.

After passing the first torii gate, the bluestone steps lead to the shrine where the village chief lives and worships on a daily basis. Then, going up, you will reach the main attraction, which is the huge cherry tree with petals that glow slightly and bloom all the time.

The locked gate of the courtyard where the cherry tree was located was completely unable to stop Lan En.

He just flipped over lightly and silently climbed over the door which was only two people high.

Just as Lan En had remembered when he first saw it during the day.

This cherry tree looks even more beautiful at night, almost gorgeous.

The falling petals are like beautiful rain of light.

But after his feet landed on the ground, Lan En kept frowning.

Those eyes, which were deep enough to make the viewer feel uneasy, were now looking down at his entire body.

From time to time, he would stretch his palms in front of his eyes, as if looking at some invisible object on his palms.

"No."

The demon hunter looked at his body for a while and then made a statement in a low voice. "The power wrapped around my body has nothing to do with this cherry tree."

"It's not because we suddenly appeared in the courtyard where it was that these forces entangled me. That is to say."

Lan En's gaze shifted away from the cherry blossom tree, whose petals were quietly and leisurely falling, and he looked around without focusing.

"It really is because we set foot on this land that we were entangled directly."

Finally, even Lan En couldn't help but twitch his lips: "Although I still don't feel any danger, but tsk, this is outrageous."

He turned his arms and hands.

"Are you really going to tattoo my body?"

Those strands of power have been falling and attaching to Lan En's [body light] more and more.

Looking at it, it really does look like a detailed painting whose outlines have not yet been drawn.

Even with Mentos's computing power and Lan's insight, faced with a painting that didn't even have a rough outline, they couldn't infer what it would look like in the end.

Coming to the cherry tree again, and after confirming that the power wrapped around himself, the fluff ball, and the Qilin had nothing to do with the tree, Lan En prepared to leave the yard.

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An unknown small river runs through Shisanzakura Village, and his house is right next to the river.

After he returns quietly, he can let Qilin come quietly over from the river with the flannel ball on his back, and they can have a brief meeting and exchange ideas.

Basically, no one can tell.

After descending the bluestone mountain road and stepping back onto the village's loess road, Lan En calmly watched the patrol team passing by in the darkness.

A lackluster young warrior led the group, followed by four dozing, sniffling militiamen.

It was only then that Lan En discovered that the militiamen guarding the village gate during the day were well-equipped.

At least there were a few pieces of iron scattered around his body for protection.

The remaining militiamen are just wearing a single layer of clothing, holding a long gun in their hands, or a cheap sword on their waist.

There wasn't even a forehead guard with an iron plate, and the head looked like it was covered with a triangular sweat towel, as if he was doing farm work.

The light of the torch held by the leading young warrior passed by him. Then, after Lan En and the others had gone far away, he walked to the door of his house without any disturbance in his breath.

He had lightly oiled the hinges of the wooden door of Lan En's house, so as long as he opened it silently and walked in, no one would notice.

But at this moment, a creaking sound was heard.

The door hinges of the wooden door made a dry friction sound.

The sound indicated the movement of the person who pushed the door, with a sense of timidity and hesitation.

In the village which was already so quiet that only the sound of flowing water remained, this not-so-loud sound seemed abrupt.

Of course this couldn't be the sound of Lan En opening the door.

Lan En's body had already slipped into the door that he had opened smoothly, leaving only his head exposed, as if he had just been attracted by the sound.

“Is there anyone there?”

A voice came out that was just as hesitant and timid as the sound of the door being pushed open just now.

Every household in the village has turned off the lights and gone to sleep. The human voices at this moment seem abrupt and eerie in the silence that only leaves background sound.

It seemed as if the night had grown darker.

"Is there anyone? Anyone?"

He asked again, almost crying, but still kept his voice low.

He seemed to be calling for help, but he didn't dare shout loudly, as if he was afraid of waking something.

This self-contradictory voice in fear makes people feel uneasy.

"Someone is here." But at this moment, a calm voice spoke to him.

That was Lan's voice.

"What's wrong with you? It's late now."

His tone sounded like he was unhappy about being woken up, but his face was always filled with calm thought and peaceful observation.

There is a disconnect between tone and expression.

A man with black and gray face, looking sleepy and as if he had just woken up, poked his head out tremblingly from the open door.

He seemed to be frightened to the point of being numb. His body and expression were numb.

After looking around, I saw Lan En.

And it seemed that he no longer had the energy to observe Lan En's appearance or his height when he stuck his head out.

Afterwards, he asked with a distorted face, with a glimmer of hope.

"Didn't you hear anything?"

"What noise?" Lan En asked back, "I only heard your noise."

He said this, but the witcher's senses were already activated, and his keen hearing detected nothing.

"There was a noise." The man trembled, but still emphasized in a low voice, "There was something! A broom! Linen! The sound of these things rubbing against the tatami!"

"Tatami?" Lan En raised his eyebrows. "Does your room have tatami?"

"That's because." The man's expression was like he was about to cry under Lan En's questioning, "No!!!"

Suddenly! The fire of the patrol team that had already gone far away flickered! At the same time, a loud shout was heard!
"monster!"

And then, the man leaned over the door and stuck his head out to talk to Lan En.

His expression suddenly became terrified, and then he seemed to be pulled back by a force!
The person's head that had been sticking out was pulled sideways back into the house, and even the door was slammed shut with a bang!
Without any hesitation, Lan En rushed out and stomped on the door of the next room!
(End of this chapter)