Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1344 1316. Tonight, Geman joins the hunt

Gascoigne was shocked by Lane's physique, but the shock did not hinder him for long.

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

"Yes, quite a lot." Lan En answered without hesitation.

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

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

Lan En still answered calmly.

"One more person means more strength." Gascoigne was choked at first, then added.

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

"This is Yharnam, Gascoigne. How can you say something like 'more people, more strength'?"

Gascoigne really didn't expect that he, a hunter who had lived in Yharnam for more than ten years and had established a family, would be taught a lesson by a complete stranger.

It was as if he was the outsider.

Lan's tone darkened and he shook his head. "Henrik didn't ask me much because he knew that in Yharnam, sometimes hiding something might not be out of kindness or malice, but because the thing itself really can't be talked about."

“Having more people doesn’t necessarily mean it will be helpful.”

"Okay." Lan En seemed to have completed the final arrangement. He tied the opening of the alchemical leather bag tightly and hung it on his waist.

He stood up and brushed off the non-existent dust on his dragon-skin skirt armor.

Gascoigne still sat nearby with his head down.

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

"To be honest, when I first came to Yharnam, I was a little nervous. After all, I had only just started traveling at that time, so I had no experience and was not sure what to expect."

Lan turned around casually, put his hands on his hips and spoke to Gascoigne who was sitting there with his head down.

"So, I'm very grateful that you took me to a place to rest and shared a seat with me at the table."

To Gascoigne's concept of time, what Lann said only happened during the day.

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

At that time, he even prepared his supplies according to the standards of a camping trip, and had no experience at all.

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

He has grown so much.

"So, just think of it as a thank you for the meal with Viola." Lan En smiled indifferently, "I'll do you a favor, 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 grumbling about? I'm still young and I can't stand you old guys nagging me."

The witcher retorted unceremoniously.

There was a moment of silence, and then Gascoigne raised his head and looked at the demon hunter standing with his hands on his hips: "You are right, you are still young, so you should cherish the time ahead."

"Oh, then forget it." Lan En said expressionlessly. "If you calculate carefully, I think I'm only twenty-two or twenty-three now."

"At my age and with my personality, I probably can't stand seeing something unpleasant. I'm very prickly and don't care what you think."

After finishing speaking, Lan En shrugged and said, "Let's go."

Turn around and leave.
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From the Chapel of Orton, all the way to the hunter's workshop that Lan found under the guidance of Eileen when he first came to Yharnam before Lan.

The ground was covered with dead branches and leaves, and the tombstones were exactly the same as before.

Lan walked into the dilapidated garden and made his way to the chapel-like workshop building.

The solid wood does not seem to have been corroded much even after a long and chaotic period.

Lan En stepped onto the wooden floor with his boots made of dragon bone armor, and climbed up a step. In front of him was the spot where the puppet had sat slumped.

The bookcases that store the hunters' manuscripts, the tables used to repair deformed weapons, the tool benches for adjusting muskets...all these things are quietly lying here, but they have been abandoned and cannot be used.

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

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

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

And here is the key to ending Yharnam’s nightmare.

Or the key to entry.

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

But he did not pay attention to this obviously strange thing. Instead, he turned around and pulled out the large dagger from the belt around his waist.

"Ugh~"

There was a clear sound of a sword being drawn.

A blade gleaming with a faint blue light appeared.

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

His amber cat eyes moved, as if he was carefully observing every line in the void.

Finally, after taking a deep breath to adjust his state, the large dagger with a dark blue blade stabbed into a trace in the void that was invisible to ordinary people.

Then Lan En grasped the hilt of the dagger with both hands and dragged the blade as if he was carefully cutting the body of a prey.

And the space before his eyes really seemed to have been cut open by him.

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

The same sound of boots hitting wooden floor.

The chapel-like workshop seemed no different from before at first glance, as if Lan's [Space Cutting] had failed.

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

But it's just 'at first glance'.

"Hey~"

A breeze blew through the grass, and the sound of branches and leaves rustled was heard, 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 withered and only had fallen leaves, was now full of white flowers, swaying in the breeze.

When you lower your head, you will see that the wooden floor under your feet and the tables and bookcases around you are all neatly and functionally arranged.

This is not a long-abandoned hunter workshop.

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

Everything was just as Lan En saw when he fell asleep when he first came to Yharnam.

Lan En didn't look back and walked forward.

Around this hunter workshop, there are no longer only other Yharnam buildings whose bases can be seen.

It now seemed to be on the top of a mountain, and looking into the distance, only the undulating lines of the mountains could be seen obscured by the hazy mist.

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

"Hello, kind hunter."

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

Turning around, a doll that looked exactly like the one Lan picked up and Maria was standing alive at the steps of the workshop's main entrance.

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.

"German." The puppet based on Maria spoke the name without any emotion. "I'm waiting under the tree."

The demon hunter gathered all his molten silver hair behind his head, and his originally messy hair suddenly looked neat and tidy.

"how about you?"

Lan asked.

"I" the puppet that had originally stood up straight, slowly bowed again, "It's just a puppet."

"Please go and see him, kind hunter."

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

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

White flowers with a quiet fragrance covered the area, undulating along the terrain.

And 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.

And a few strands of Lan's hair fluttered in the breeze.

The witcher looked up at the huge moon in the sky. Everything seemed quiet and beautiful.

"You belong here well, young hunter."

Like an old man who was so exhausted that his time was running out, German sat in his wheelchair with his head lowered, letting the shadow of the brim of his top hat cover his face.

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

“That way, this place will be even more beautiful.”

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

"There are so many racks that make this sea of ​​flowers look creepy."

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

"Haha." German didn't care and just laughed twice in his throat like a cough.

So much for the jokes.

"Hunter from another land, I will show you mercy for the last time."

German's tone clearly did not change, but an inexplicable chill appeared silently, like ice rising from the water.

"You should know that this is a nightmare to others, but it is the absolute truth to you."

"Just one drop of blood. One drop of Yharnam's blood, and you'll be 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 into your body."

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

But the old man, who kept his head down, seemed to have understood the answer.

He shook his head sadly.

"Oh, honey, what on earth is going on in your head?"

German lamented softly.

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

"But it doesn't matter anymore."

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

"As long as you're here, everything will be easy to talk about."

The origin of the Yharnam hunters, for the first time in front of Lan En, slowly stood up from the old wheelchair, almost dying.

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

"As a helper hunter, there is always a way to solve the problem."

The folding blade, which had been hidden by the loose and worn clothes and body because he was confined to the wheelchair, was now completely revealed with a cold glow.

"Tonight."

"German, join the hunt."

(End of this chapter)