Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1337 1309. Familiar People

After he had almost finished talking to Henrik, Lan En finally had time to say a few words to the red-robed witch who had been sitting in her seat at the entrance of Orton Chapel.

Words for the "awake ones".

"You're back, Lan? This is really not a good time. Hee, hee, hee."

It was almost like a dead tree, and its thin and deformed arms were still raised as if it was worshiping something. Judging from its appearance, the red-robed witch still gave people the impression of being an absolutely dangerous person.

Fortunately, Lan En knew that beneath this terrifying appearance, there was a genuine warm heart.

"I'll just take it as you saying hello to me."

The witcher waved his hand nonchalantly and half-knelt in front of the red-robed witch.

"It's not up to me to decide whether to come or not. I have no choice, haha."

Yharnam was in the blood moon, but Lan En was still in a good mood because he saw an old friend and made a joke.

After the joke, the witcher's smile faded, and he lowered his voice and asked in the empty church.

"How long have I been gone? What's the situation now?"

"The concepts that normal people use to describe time have no meaning in today's Yharnam." The red-robed witch spoke weakly as before.

"Then use the number of incense sticks to express it." Lan En responded quickly, or rather, this was a way of expressing time that he and Mentos discovered when they came to Yharnam last time.

In this city where even time is distorted and manipulated by the dreams of the ancient gods, those who are not sober only think that this is a long and cruel night of hunting, just one night.

As for the sober hunters, they have been in distorted time for too long and they may have forgotten their own sense of time.

If you explain to them time concepts like "a day, a month", they may look confused and unable to understand.

Sure enough, when it comes to the amount of incense, the red-robed witch has a much better idea.

Her fingers, like strange branches, pointed to the side of the chapel in Orton.

"The jars there, the incense has all burned out."

She said this with a look of worry in her eyes, and clasped her hands together as if she was praying to something.

"Even though Henrik, Gascoigne, and Irene would bring back some when they were hunting outside, it was still too little."

"Since you ended the reversal of time, the incense here will never appear again."

"Hey, Irene and I have been in the time travel for too long. We have forgotten that it takes a lot of time for humans to go back to normal life."

Lan En listened and turned his head to look around while half squatting.

In the small church of Orton, nearly half of the area is filled with large and small pottery jars, all crowded against the wall.

The place where the red-robed witch pointed was a pile of jars of medium size.

With just a quick glance, Mentos roughly calculated the amount of incense consumed based on the data.

"Half a year."

Lan En guessed in his mind.

Although some hunters went out to look for supplies during this period, the quantity was not large and had little impact, only a difference of one or two months.

The situation is not optimistic.

This was the demon hunter's first reaction after estimating the time.

This is not because the monster is vicious or anything.

With Henrik, Gascoigne and Irene roaming around here for a long time, there are few monsters in the whole of Yharnam that can be easily defeated by these three of them.

These beasts don't worry about strength and numbers when attacking hunters; they have no brains.

What is really not optimistic is the surplus of supplies in the entire city.

The cityscape of Yharnam is similar to the Victorian era of the British Empire in Lan's home world.

During this period, although the abundance of materials was much higher than before, there was no profound improvement in storage methods.

This night has lasted for half a year, and unlike before, time will not go back under the influence of [Stupid Spider] Rom.

Now, how much food is left in this city for living people to consume?
Just thinking about it, you know that this is a serious problem.

What is even more pessimistic is that it can be predicted that the situation in the future will only get worse, not better.

This puts urgent pressure on all sober people at all times.

It is certainly good to escape from the endless retrospection and see changes in the long-term unchanging.

But once the backtracking is broken, Yharnam will only have one chance left to survive this bloody and bizarre hunting night.

Once it fails, there is no recovery.

"And now it seems," said the red-robed witch, and her face under the tattered red robe turned to Maria and Adeline who were gradually waking up.

"You have been to the deepest and most dangerous nightmare, right?" "That is the deepest original sin of the hunters and the Healing Church." Lan En nodded and said in a deep voice, "Where is Irene now? I also want to communicate with her about the situation."

"Then you'd better wait here." The red-robed witch reminded, "She comes back very frequently. After all, this is probably the only place left in Yharnam that still has some popularity."

"If you go out to look for it, you might miss it and that would be a problem."

But the first person to come back was not the awake Crow Hunter, but Gascoigne.

"You're back?" The hunter with his eyes covered with a white cloth was no longer wearing the standard coat of a Yharnam hunter.

Lan En tilted his head to look around and found that he was wearing the upper body, as if he had put on some parts of the plate armor of the [Advanced Bear School Armor] that he had left here.

This greatly increases defensive performance, but it seems to be a bit of a drag on the Yharnam Hunter's signature super-fast combat style.

But considering that Gascoigne originally used a hunter's axe, which is a very powerful transformable weapon, it might be quite suitable?
"It's really not the right time." Gascoigne nodded to his wife, then sat on the steps next to Lan and said, "Yharnam is becoming more and more dangerous and more and more depleted."

"Look, I don't even have the money to treat you to a meal."

Lan En crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at the foreign hunter who was almost as tall as him when they first met.

"That's always the first thing you say when you see me." The demon hunter complained calmly, "On this night, you can say something nice. Even if it's just words?"

"Anyway, I'm back now, what else can I do?"

As he spoke, Lan En spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

The armor of Smaug on his body made a heavy and solid sound.

"How about that 'antique' armor I left behind?"

Lan En raised his eyebrows and said.

“The style is indeed very old-fashioned.” Gascoigne said with a smile, “But the thick deck does make people feel safe. It saved me several times on this hunting night.”

"Armor is meant to be useful, so why do you care if it's old-fashioned or not?" Henrik said half-lecturingly and half-unconvincedly as he passed by the two of them. "What's wrong with being old-fashioned? Huh?"

"Very good!" Gascoigne nodded immediately. "I say, the old school is good. It makes people feel at ease."

"Look at Lan En, his outfit seems even more exaggerated now."

In fact, Lan's heavy armor of Smaug, designed by the leader of the second phase of the New World Survey Team, can be said to be very eye-catching in appearance.

The solid, angular, and ferocious bone-white body, with a dragon-skin skirt and armor hanging from the waist
But being eye-catching is one thing, and the design concept is still the style of plate armor and heavy armor.

In the eyes of people of this period in Yanan, it still has the antique style from more than a hundred years ago.

It's just that this "antique" appearance is very trendy.

The crow hunter Irene returned to Orton Chapel not long after.

As usual, she looked dusty and in a hurry, and her crow feather cloak was messy and tangled because it was stained with too much blood.

As soon as he saw Irene coming back, Lan stopped chatting with Gascoigne.

The witcher patted the hunter, who used to be a priest, on the shoulder, and Gascoigne nodded tactfully.

The excitement of talking was stopped because of seeing friends again in this hopeless hunting night.

Just like before, Lan, Irene, and the Red Witch, the three sober people in the Orton Chapel, stood in a small area in the corner and talked in low voices.

“You’re back.”

"Yes, I came back at a really bad time." Lan En pouted and said when Irene was halfway through her words, "This sentence is really a standard when meeting someone now."

But after complaining, the demon hunter immediately became serious.

"Anyway, I'm back now, so meaningless sighs are not important. Let me tell you something first, Simon, do you know a sober hunter?"

The Crow Hunter was originally standing against the wall, using a rag to wipe the smelly blood stains on his leather gloves that were stained by the use of [Visceral Critical Attack].

After hearing the name, the crow mask that looked like a medieval doctor was raised.

"Simon? Did you see him first when you came back this time?"

"It seems that you two do know each other." Lan En nodded.

"We've gone back so many times that no one can remember." Irene said without surprise, "As long as we are still sober hunters, we all know each other's existence to some extent."

"But I remember that he had been obsessed with a deep and terrifying nightmare and wanted to find out the truth in that nightmare."

At this point, Irene chuckled unconsciously, not sure whether it was bitter or cold.

"But there's nothing strange about that. People like us won't be able to survive if we don't cling to something."

As she spoke, Irene finally had time to look past Lann's figure and tilt her head to look at the two more figures that appeared in the Orton Chapel.

She was noticeably silent for a moment even with her crow mask on.

Obviously, Maria's appearance was still very obvious, even though she had been dead for a long time in normal time, but Irene still remembered, or had heard of, such a hunter.

(End of this chapter)