Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1366 1338. Their respective futures

"Where are you going?"

Lan asked Gascoigne as he took a sip of [Advanced Swallow] to allow the cut on his wrist to heal. He planned to replace the blood in his body within three days, and was not in a hurry to use it all at once.

"I want to take Viola back to my hometown." Gascoigne took off the improved version of the [Advanced Bear School Armor] that Lan En had left behind and changed back into lighter clothes.

"There was nothing special there, so ordinary that it was hard to remember, but for the first few decades of my life, it was always peaceful there."

"I thought it would be a good place for our family to live a normal life."

"And Henrik."

"Me?" The old hunter suddenly rubbed his hands nervously. When he was chopping the beastman, he was much more comfortable than now. "No, right? I'm old now. I can't do anything except hunting."

"Don't be silly, Henrik." Gascoigne shook his head and said, "You regard Viola as your daughter, and Viola regards you as her father. We can't and won't abandon you and start a new life on our own."

The old hunters were still a bit shy and reluctant, not wanting to cause trouble for their juniors, and were not at all decisive and efficient when hunting.

But Lan En had already poured a bottle of water and washed his bloody and sticky hands, then clapped his wet hands together, making crisp 'pa pa' sounds.

"It seems that what I said before was a bit redundant, Henrik." The demon hunter smiled as he looked at the Gascoigne couple and the old hunter standing together. "Gascoigne obviously has a good retirement plan."

The old hunter, who had been influenced by Yharnam's hunting all his life, held down his khaki wide-brimmed hat and revealed a smile that was half embarrassed and half relieved.

For the Yharnam hunters who were as cold as blades, this smile seemed too warm.

But Lan En thought it was just right.

"But as a suggestion." Lan En tilted his head with a smile, "Gascoigne should not be a priest when he returns. He should stay away from all those supernatural things."

"No!" Henrik said firmly before Gascoigne could answer. "No blood, no gods. That's it!"

"But you can have it, Lan." Gascoigne, the head of the family, waited until Henrik finished speaking before adding to the witcher.

The face with bandaged eyes was full of solemnity.

"We will always remember your help and kindness. Whenever and wherever you need us, we will be there for you."

"It's mainly me." Henrik, standing beside him, complained mercilessly in an old voice, "Your hunting skills have not improved for a long time. Your talent is very poor."

As the old hunter spoke, he took out a small rattle from his pocket and handed it to Lan En.

This is the resonance bell used by hunters to call each other. Lan En had picked up an ownerless one before.

But obviously, the one Henrik gave was specifically for his help.

Lan En gladly accepted it. No matter whether he would ask Henrik, an old hunter who was very experienced in hunting, for help in the future, it would be convenient for him to come over and chat even if he had nothing to do later, right?

Hunters who have families and ties to care about will of course be eager to leave Yharnam and start a new life.

But the hunter who is now free from all worries is much more casual.

Having completely relaxed, Irene stood by the wide door of the Orton Chapel with her arms folded across her chest, looking out at Yharnam in the sunshine.

The red witch, who had been crawling on the ground at the door all the time, had been thanking Lan for his contribution, even though she herself had not benefited much from it.

Adeline has also woken up. Should we say she is lucky?

The first thing I saw when I woke up was the sunshine of Yanan.

However, this caused the Blood Saint to look confused.

Maria, on the other hand, was chatting with Lan in a random manner.

"So, even after Old Yharnam was destroyed by the sudden outbreak of the Lycanthropy, no, the Beast Plague, the Healing Church still believed that it was just a mistake caused by the blood quality not being high enough?"

Maria sat on a chair in the chapel of Orton, her legs casually crossed, but the temperament of a blood noble was elegant enough even in this posture.

"In total, I should be able to say that I killed the two archbishops of the Healing Church. Does that make you feel better?"

Lan said, shrugging.

"It's neither good nor bad. Those killed by their research won't come back just because they're dead." Maria shook her head at first, but then nodded hesitantly.

"However, you can tell me that my teacher is still the same person as I remembered him. He is just controlled by the ancient gods and has no choice. He is not aware of everything but still willing to fall. This really comforts me."

Under the cocked hat with swan feathers, Maria breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even though he was controlled and tortured, he still did not give up his resistance. I will still respect my teacher and miss him."

"Although he once chopped my neck with that sickle, but..." Seeing Maria untie the knot in her heart, Lan En nodded jokingly, "Very good, I have no objection."

Maria chuckled silently.

"So what are your plans for the future?"

After joking to ease the atmosphere, Lan En said with a little more seriousness, "Can you think of a place to go?"

"Maybe it's Cainhurst." Maria sighed, the boots on her slender legs shaking blankly, "Yharnam is ruined, maybe my hometown can still be my home."

"I'm sorry, but..." Just as Maria finished speaking, Irene, who was leaning against the stone door frame of the chapel, raised her hand and interrupted.

"Cainhurst is now empty. Those filthy blood clans have fallen apart. Only the ghost of the headless noble lady is left wandering in the castle."

Because Maria was in person, Irene swallowed the title of "filthy vampire" that she was used to saying halfway and just said "vampire".

After receiving the information about this 'new' Yharnam era, Maria could only helplessly press the tricorn hat on her head and fell into confusion again.

After all, it seems that she really has nowhere to go.

But at this moment, the witcher had already put on his full set of armor again, gaining a sense of security, while hesitantly glancing at the confused Maria and Adeline who was at a loss because of the sudden change.

"If there's really nowhere to go, well," Lan En suggested carefully, causing the others to turn their eyes to look at him, "maybe I can consider it?"

"Your side?" Irene didn't react at first, then suddenly realized and said, "Another world!"

"Another world?" Maria immediately pressed her hat with a headache. "First, we traveled through time, and now another world popped up? Oh my God."

Even with the grace and elegance of a blood noble, Maria's confusion could be felt at this moment.

For her and Adeline, there was indeed too much happening and too much information in such a short period of time.

Lan En had also put on his armor swiftly at this time, and continued to speak while moving his body with a "click, click" sound to make sure it fit him well.

"I'm not asking you to come with me. I'm just a little worried about you."

"After all, the others at least woke up from a dream in the normal timeline, but you two can be said to have been pulled out of a dream within a dream by me."

"You have the dual factors of [Kos's Cursed Dream] and [Yharnam's Main Dream] in you. Even if the dreams of the ancient gods have a certain degree of authenticity, according to the normal timeline, you have all been dead for at least decades."

"Just like when you first came to the [Yharnam Main Dream], you suddenly suffered from fatal poisoning and blood loss. We still don't know what happened. Why do people who come out of the same dream have such different symptoms?"

"So," Maria also frowned when she heard this, "Do you suspect that after we leave Yharnam, we might develop dangerous symptoms inexplicably, just like when we left Old Yharnam?"

Lan En did not answer directly, but reminded in a serious tone: "There are no blood collection bottles for you to use now. Even if there are, it is best not to use them."

"There are no blood collection bottles or blood therapy." Maria still frowned, "What can we do even if something really happens?"

The demon hunter spread his hands and said, "This is where I want to help you. In addition to blood therapy, there are safe and reliable recovery abilities in this world."

The Blood Noble raised his delicate chin towards Lan's feet, where he had emptied the glass bottle of potion.

"Like this potion?"

"This thing is also dangerous and very poisonous." Lan En kicked the bottle away casually, "But on my side, we can use magic."

"Magic? Do you mean arcane?" Maria's face became more alert when she mentioned "arcane", even more alert than when she mentioned blood therapy.

After all, as far as she could remember, blood therapy had never had any problems, except for the explosion at the end.

But [Arcane] has never been stable since the first day it was born.

For those who practice and study the [Arcane], going crazy is commonplace. They have to use thick and rich human blood to gain a moment of peace. This is a method that has been passed down since the time of Byron Weiss.

Later, in Lawrence's hands, it became one of the basic theories for building [blood therapy].

"I told you, it's safe, okay!"

Lan En assured helplessly, but at the same time, he could also understand the Yharnam people's vigilance like a frightened bird.

After all, the night of the hunt is not far away.

Adeline pulled at the corner of Maria's one-shoulder cape, with a cautious look in her eyes.

She now seems to regard Maria as her backbone.

After Maria looked back at the Blood Saint, she sighed and nodded.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Lan En."

"It's not a big deal. We'll help them to the end." The demon hunter shook his head. "It's a pity that if it really worked, we couldn't save a few more people from that nightmare."

But in fact, everyone present knew in their hearts that it was impossible.

Because just the wave of emergencies that came out of the nightmare would consume at least two blood collection bottles.

Even if all the blood bottles stored by Henrik, Gascoigne, and Irene were taken out, how many would they have in total? How many could they have saved?
After sighing slightly, Lan En raised his head again and looked at Irene and the witch in red who were both at the door of the chapel.

"What about you? What are your plans?"

(End of this chapter)