Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1344 1316. Tonight, Geman joins the hunt

Gascoigne was shocked by Lane's body, but the shock couldn't stop him for long.

"Someone is waiting for me to come home, but what about you? No one is waiting for you to come home?"

"Yes, quite a few." Lan En answered without any hesitation.

"Then we should support each other so that we can all go home!" Gascoigne said seriously.

"But I'm much better than you, in every way."

Lan En still answered calmly.

"One more person means more strength." Gascoigne choked for a moment and then added.

But Lan En turned around and looked at him in surprise: "So you see, Henryk is much calmer and more knowledgeable than you."

"This is Yanan, Gascoigne, how can you say the words 'multiple people, multiple efforts'?"

Gascoigne really didn't expect that a hunter who had lived in Yanan for more than ten years and had become a family would be taught such a lesson by an out-and-out outsider.

It was as if he was a foreigner.

Lan En's tone darkened and he shook his head. "Henryk didn't ask me more questions because he knew that sometimes in Yanan, hiding something might not be out of goodwill or malice, but because the matter itself really cannot be said."

“If there are many people, it may not be a help.”

"Okay." Lan En seemed to have completed the final arrangements. He tied the mouth of the alchemy leather bag tightly and hung it on his waist.

He stood up and patted the non-existent dust on the dragon skin skirt and armor.

Gascoigne was still sitting next to him, his head lowered.

Lan En stepped on the ground with his boots and took two steps outside before suddenly stopping.

"To be honest, when I first came to Yanan, I was a little panicked. After all, I had just started traveling at that time, so I had no experience and no confidence."

Lan En turned around freely, put his hands on his hips and said to Gascoigne, who was sitting there with his head bowed.

"So, I'm grateful that you were able to show me a place to rest and share my seat at the table."

For Gascoigne's concept of time, what Lan En said only happened during the day today.

But for Lane, it was the early days of his journey across the world.

At that time, he even prepared his own supplies according to the specifications of going out for camping, and there was no experience at all.

But now, he even prepared a full set of medical tools in his alchemical leather bag.

He has grown so much.

"So, just think of it as a thank you for Viola's meal." Lan En smiled nonchalantly, "I will do this for you, Gascoigne."

"If it's just for a meal," Gascoigne said in a low voice, "it's not worth it, Lan."

"It's up to me to decide whether it's worth it or not. What are you mumbling about here? I'm still young and I can't stand the nagging of you old guys."

The witcher choked back unceremoniously.

There was silence for a while, and then Gascoigne raised his head and looked at the demon hunter standing with his arms akimbo: "You are right, you are still young, so you should cherish the time in the future even more."

"Oh, then don't even think about it." Lan En said expressionlessly. "After careful calculation, I seem to be only twenty-two or less than twenty-three now."

"At my age and as a person, I probably can't bear to see unpleasant things. It's so irritating that I don't care what you think."

After saying that, Lan En shrugged: "Let's go."

Turn around and leave.

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From the Orton chapel, we went all the way to the hunter's workshop that Lan En found under Eileen's guidance when he first came to Yharnam.

The dead branches and leaves all over the ground, as well as the tombstones, are the same as before.

Lan En walked into this decaying garden and walked all the way to the chapel-like workshop building.

The strong wood has not been eroded much even in the chaotic and long time.

Boots made of bone armor stepped on the wooden floor, and Lan En climbed up a step. In front of him was the spot where the doll sat slumped.

The bookcases that store the hunters' manuscripts, the tables used to repair transforming weapons, and the tool tables used to adjust muskets. These things are all sitting here quietly, but they are too abandoned to be used.

Next to this location is the side entrance of the workshop.

Looking out from here, you can see that the workshop is located on the middle floor of many buildings in Yanan.

Because Yanan is a mountain city, even the bases of many buildings are higher than here.

And here is the key to ending Yanan's nightmare.

In other words, enter the key door.

Lan En turned his head and looked at a twisted, shriveled umbilical cord with eyes placed on the table in the middle of the hunter's workshop.

But he didn't pay attention to this obviously strange thing. Instead, he just changed his hand and pulled out the large dagger on the armed belt at his waist.

"Ugh~"

There was a clear sound of drawing a knife.

The blade shining with blue light was revealed.

At the same time, Lan En's eyes began to darken.

His amber cat eyes rotated, as if he was carefully observing every trace of the void.

Finally, after taking a deep breath to adjust his condition, the large dagger with a faint blue blade penetrated into a trace invisible to ordinary people in the void.

And then Lan En held the handle of the dagger with both hands, dragging the blade up as if he was finely cutting the body of a prey.

And the space in front of him really seemed to have been carved out by him.

The 'wound in space' expanded spontaneously, and Lan En stepped over it.

The same sound of boots hitting the wooden floor.

At first glance, the small church-like workshop seems to be the same as before, as if Lan En's [Space Cutting] has failed.

He did not cross over from the 'wound in space' to somewhere else, but instead just took a step in place.

But that’s just ‘at first glance’.

"Hey~"

A breeze passed through the grass and trees, causing the sound of branches and leaves to sound, followed by the quiet fragrance of flowers that had not been there before. Looking out the side door of the workshop, the garden outside, which was originally a withered garden with only fallen leaves, is now covered with white flowers, swaying in the breeze.

And when he lowered his head, he saw that the wooden floor under his feet and the surrounding tables and bookcases were all arranged neatly and functionally.

This is not a long-abandoned hunter's workshop.

This is a hunter's workshop that is still in use and even well maintained.

Everything was just like the scene Lan En saw when he fell asleep when he first came to Yanan.

Lan En didn't look back and walked forward.

Surrounding this hunter's workshop, there are no longer other buildings in Yharnan where only the base can be seen.

It now seems to be located on the top of a certain mountain. Looking into the distance, you can only see the undulating lines of the mountains obscured by the hazy fog.

There are also huge stone pillars that are taller than the mountains, thrusting into the chaotic and blurry sky.

"Hello, kind hunter."

A soft and gentle female voice came from behind Lan En.

Turning around, a doll that was exactly the same as the doll Lan En had picked up, and exactly the same as Maria, was standing under the steps of the main entrance of the workshop.

She folded her hands on her belly, like a waiter who had been waiting for a long time.

But there is no emotion and no warmth.

Just doing what you should do.

She bowed slightly to Lan En.

"German." The doll based on Maria didn't make any waves when it said this name. "Waiting under the big tree."

The demon hunter put all his molten silver hair back on his head, and his originally casual hair suddenly looked capable and neat.

"What about you?"

Lan asked.

"I" the puppet who originally straightened up slowly bowed again, "I'm just a puppet."

"Please go see him, good hunter."

The witcher nodded silently, put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and walked towards the other end of the small garden.

Passing through an iron gate, outside the small garden is a larger sea of ​​flowers.

The white flowers that emit a quiet fragrance are covered here, undulating along the terrain.

Under a big tree growing on a hill, [First Hunter] German was sitting in a wheelchair, waiting quietly.

The sea of ​​flowers swayed in the breeze that came from nowhere.

Lan En's hair also had a few strands floating in the breeze.

The demon hunter raised his eyes and looked at the huge moon in the sky. Everything seemed quiet and beautiful.

"You are well suited to stay here, young hunter."

Germann was like an old man who was too weak to reach his end. He lowered his head in the wheelchair and let the shadow of the brim of his top hat block his face.

His voice was also soft as if he was about to die.

"That way, it will be more beautiful here."

"I'll just take it as a compliment." Lan En walked slowly up the hill, stepping on the white flowers, "But let's forget it."

"So many execution racks make this sea of ​​flowers look stunning."

Yes, there are still many T-shaped execution racks scattered in this sea of ​​flowers, but it seems that over time, vines and grass roots have climbed to the racks and grown up.

"Haha." Germann didn't take it seriously, but laughed twice as if he was coughing.

So much for the joking.

"Hunter from a foreign country, I will show you mercy for the last time."

Geman's tone obviously did not change, but an inexplicable chill appeared silently, like ice emerging from the water.

"You should know that this is a nightmare for others, but for you, it is an out-and-out reality."

"As long as one drop of blood. One drop of Yharnam's blood, you are qualified to participate in this nightmare."

"Everything you want and desire can be truly obtained in this dream."

"As long as you are willing to add a drop of blood to your body."

Lan En just tilted his head and smiled at the old man in the wheelchair without saying anything.

But the old man who always lowered his head seemed to have understood the answer.

He shook his head sadly.

"Oh, honey, what's going on in your head?"

Geman lamented softly.

"Hunting? Blood? Or nightmare? What He promised you is far better than this."

"But...it doesn't matter anymore."

"Do you think that old guy William guided you here? What can he see through?"

"As long as you've come in, it's easy to say anything."

The origin of the hunter of Yanan, for the first time in front of Lan En, slowly stood up from the old wheelchair and was about to die.

Under the brim of the top hat, the corners of the old man's mouth curved.

"As a helper, a hunter always has a solution to the problem."

The folded blade, which was originally covered by the large and worn clothes and body because he was sitting in a wheelchair, was completely exposed with a cold light.

"Tonight."

"German, join the hunt."