Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1343 1315.Preparation
"What's going on?" Henrik, who was carried back to the Orton Chapel by Lan, got up with his head covered and sleepy eyes, and uttered a dull complaint. "Master William, do you have any problem with me? This is the second time that he made me fall asleep when we met."

Gascoigne's wife, the kind Viola, had cleaned the foul-smelling monster blood from the old hunter's body while he was asleep, and was now smiling and shaking her head.

"It's not that he has a problem with you." Lan, who had just been chatting with Gascoigne about his plans after the hunting night, sat on the steps and defended Master William.

"It's just that there are some things over there that are not suitable for people like you to see."

"Someone like me?" The old hunter raised his head in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Lan En scratched his chin and realized that what he said was indeed a bit ambiguous, as if he was saying that Master William looked down on Henrik.

But in fact, the fact that Henrik fell asleep as soon as he entered was a recognition of him by Master William.

This old hunter, who was not in his right mind, relied on his hunting experience and skills to not only survive to this hunting night, but also to keep the Gascoigne family safe.

He had hunted too many deep and terrifying beasts in Yharnam in his life.

This endless night of hunting is the peak battlefield of his career.

Although he himself was not awake, he could not feel how many monsters he had killed that night.

But there is no doubt that even in Lan's perception, Henrik is about to open his [Clairvoyance].

He was so good at hunting that even if he was only hunting common monsters, the accumulated numbers, the experience rooted in him, and the understanding of monsters were silently raising his "vision".

Under such circumstances, if he were to come into contact with Master William again, [Clairvoyance] would almost certainly appear in Henrik.

Lan's [Spiritual Vision] has grown in Yharnam, which is not a big deal. After all, his journey is still going on, and he will see all kinds of strange sights in the future.

The "nutrition" from Yharnam will naturally be diluted and diluted, and it will be impossible to connect with this world.

But Henrik had already told the witcher that he was really tired of hunting, so having [Clairvoyance] would do him more harm than good.

Getting involved with Yanan is the stupidest idea for someone who wants to live a peaceful life in the future.

Lan En shook his head, ignoring the old hunter who was still struggling with himself.

The alchemical leather bag that was originally tied to his waist was now placed on the ground in front of him, and the witcher reached both hands into it, fiddling with it with a series of "ding ding bang bang" sounds.

After a long time, Lan En began to make serious preparations for the war like an orthodox witcher.

Potions, bombs, sword oil, and some small props that might be used in battle were all carefully sorted and placed in the alchemical leather bag according to his habit, so that they could be easily taken and used.

Pre-battle preparation is supposed to be a necessary process for a demon hunter to improve his combat condition to the highest level.

But Lan's working environment is completely different from that of ordinary demon hunters.

He faced enemies and monsters that were not mentioned in even the thickest tomes of Kaer Morhen.

It was like those senior demon hunter masters had never considered how to efficiently break through the protective shield effect of an Isu-created armor.

The demon hunter's combat style of making targeted preparations based on his understanding of monsters is not very effective on him.

The strength and variety of enemies are always new, and the battles are always sudden, so you will be in trouble if you are not prepared.

Coupled with Lan En's own qualities and skills, which have made some achievements, the usual pre-war preparations naturally seem unimportant.

But this time, the enemy he had to face was conservatively estimated to be...
Thinking of this, Lan En's hand was reaching into the alchemical leather bag to organize his equipment without any pause or delay.

He continued to carry out his work steadily and accurately.

So far, the strongest enemy Lan En has ever faced is still Osloais, the Demon King of Lothric in the Fire World.

As the god in charge of the fire transmission ceremony after Gwyn, the Lord of the Darkhearts, among the gods of fire, he has successfully passed on the fire for tens of thousands of years with the Kingdom of Lothric he founded.

In the last days when the flames were gradually dying out, Lothric before the civil strife was still the absolute overlord.

At that time, whether it was at his own instruction or the clergy's own initiative, the White Church had already begun to place him in the position of the Lord of the Fire Gods for worship and propaganda.

However, when Lan En suddenly met him, he had already given up most of his strength for the dragon transformation experiment, and his mind was also messed up.

But even so, in that battle, Lan En still didn't dare to let the other party touch him even a little bit.

Because even if he is disabled and crazy, Osloais's power is still too advanced.

Any small amount of force was enough to penetrate all of Lan's resistance, as if those resistances could not even come into contact with the opponent's power.

The methods of both parties are not at the same level at all.

There is no doubt that Osloais is an absolute great god.

Even if it were to be transferred to the Yharnam world, Lan En did not think that the other party would be weaker than the so-called ancient gods or superiors, but only stronger.

But after all, even if Lan En had killed Osloais, he was, after all, a useless and mad demon king.

But this time
Amid a series of clashes of glass bottles, Lan En put his [Combat Potion Combination] together and his [Healing Potion Combination] aside.

"So, this is why you can pull out a big sword out of thin air from your back?" Gascoigne came over, sat next to Lan, looked at the alchemical leather bag and spoke to him with interest.

I don't know how this guy can see things with his eyes covered with cloth and without any [clairvoyance].

But judging from the results, he is indeed visible.

"Your arm is almost completely stuck in there, and it's just a small bag."

Gascoigne used his hands to indicate the size of the alchemical leather bag.

It is obviously not normal for a man of Lan En's size to be able to put both hands into a leather bag that can be carried around and is similar to a small shoulder bag.

"Is this a specialty from your hometown? It looks very convenient."

"That's about right." Lan En raised his eyebrows and smiled, a little teasingly, "It's a very expensive specialty."

"But when we first met, I didn't think you were very wealthy."

"Inheritance." Lan En was stunned at first, then smiled indifferently, "This is the package I inherited from my teacher."

"Then your teacher must care about you very much."

Gascoigne guessed as a matter of course.

"This is not what you think." Lan En shrugged casually, his hands still tidying up, "Anyway, it's a long story."

Gascoigne said nothing more. For a moment, the only sound on the scene was Lan sorting out the alchemical leather bag.

But the silence did not last long.

"I heard from Henrik, Lan." Gascoigne did not turn to look at the witcher. He just lowered his head and looked at the steps where he was sitting. His voice was so low that no emotion could be heard.

"Ask him what his plans are after this night of hunting are over."

"I'm just asking." Lan En said casually, "We should think about it in the future."

"But Lan," Gascoigne said in a low voice, then slowly turned his head and faced the demon hunter, "Before you asked this question, none of us had thought about this question."

"It's like this night is too long, so long that we don't have the energy to think about it anymore."

There was an imperceptible pause in Lan En's action of packing the package, but he immediately returned to normal.

"You are just too tired." He said soothingly in a relaxed tone, "Wait until this hunting night is over, take a good rest, and everything will be over."

"Will it really pass?" Gascoigne asked back immediately, his tone even a little aggressive, "Will this night pass without us doing anything?"

"." Lan En fell silent, and his hands stopped sorting out the alchemical leather bag. "It seems you guessed it."

"I'm not stupid, Lan." Gascoigne said in a deep voice, "You came back suddenly and asked Henrik what his plans were after this night. I'm not stupid."

"You say that as if Henrik is stupid, haha." The witcher laughed.

"He's not stupid." Gascoigne didn't relax because of Lan's smile. He still had a tense face. "He's just more patient than me. He wants to wait for you to speak."

"Lane," Gascoigne said in all seriousness, "If it means ending this night of hunting, we will hunt for it, no matter how terrifying the monster is."

Having said that, Lan En suddenly started to pack his packages again, just like before.

He chuckled and said, "Yes, it does require the hunting of a horrible monster to end the night, but that's my hunt."

"It's a hunt that belongs to me alone."

"Don't be stubborn, now is not the time!" Gascoigne put his hand on Lane's arm armor.

"Then when is the time?" Lan smiled and turned to look at the place where Gascoigne was holding down.

The hunter, who used to be a priest, was surprised and subconsciously let go of his hand.

How could Lan's power compare to what he had before?
No. Is this really a human body?

Gascoigne was blindfolded, so his sense of touch was even more acute.

He knew before that Lan En's body was different from that of an ordinary person, but the extent of the change after this meeting was completely incomprehensible to him.

Lan's expression did not change. He just watched Gascoigne retract his hand and continued speaking.

"When Viola takes that beautiful ruby ​​brooch and walks out of her house at night to look for her husband who will never come back?"

"Or should we let Olivia and Victoria wait at home, waiting for the two adults who left one after another?"

"And then Henrik went to the house, only to find that such a large house was empty?"

(End of this chapter)