Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1368 1340. Curse
As the main body, [Turbid Flow·Destruction] did not eat the material body of the Moon Goddess, so there was no growth at all.

However, the [Combat Skill: Ember] that used the greatsword as a carrier became different because it burned the body of the Moon Goddess.

This kind of weapon and the [combat skills] carried by the weapon each have their own changes. Lan En felt that he was not sure about it, and could only roughly feel that it was not a bad thing.

If you want to know more about this matter, you still need to find a professional.

But forget about it for someone at Berengar's level. Although he is considered one of the founders of this greatsword, it may be hurtful to him to say it now.

——The issues that this greatsword now involves may have exceeded his level.

Perhaps, only the giant blacksmith in the Fire World who forged weapons for the God of Fire has the ability to see clearly.

This involves matter, soul, fire, and even the person and essence of God.

Lan En held the huge sword in one hand and stuffed it into the alchemical leather bag while thinking nonsense.

Or maybe you should talk to Berengar.

Although he knew that no one knew who had held the sword, it became even more mysterious and spooky, and he couldn't get involved.

The old witcher would definitely be furious if this happened.

But isn't this also encouraging him to make progress?

The last time I brought him to the New World, he made great progress after exchanging ideas with the hunters from the investigation team on forging techniques. This spirit of hard work and positive improvement in craftsmanship must be maintained.

Fighting spirit is stimulated!
Lan En has confidence! Let Berengar rekindle his fighting spirit and ambition!

"Dong dong."

The demon hunter's provocative smile had not yet disappeared when there were two knocks on the door, which brought him back to his senses.

"Please come in."

Just as there was a response, the door handle opened with a click.

Maria, with her white hair braided into a neat ponytail, leaned in.

Just then I saw Lan En stuffing such a huge sword into his waist pocket.

".No matter how many times I watch it, I always feel like I'm still in a dream."

The cold voice of the Blood Noble used to complain has a unique contrasting flavor.

“In a worldview of skepticism and conspiracy, the spiral of suspicion and conspiracy can go infinitely deep and have no end.”

Lan En stuffed [Turbid Flow·Destruction] completely into the alchemical leather bag while speaking to Maria nonchalantly.

He even turned around and raised his eyebrows at Maria.

"Just think about it. If you get stuck in it, there will be no end."

Maria walked in and leaned against the wall beside the door with her arms folded across her chest.

The Yharnam hunter's cool temperament gives her a unique sense of handsomeness.

She could understand Lan's discussion of worldview, but she didn't care.

"Is it planned to be today?"

"Yeah." Lan En nodded in response, "Everything has been almost settled. We can leave today."

It's not just a problem with Lan En's own blood, but also the changes in [Turbid Flow·Destruction].

In the past few days, Irene taught Lan En how to make [Thunder Paper] and [Fire Paper] as agreed before.

These two props are very convenient for combat, and as she said, they are not difficult to make.

[Fire Paper] is just some unique flammable material that is added to unique sandpaper in a safe way, allowing it to keep burning when it rubs against weapons.

However, although the production method of [Thunder Paper] is the same, the raw materials seem to have a bit of the evil flavor of Yharnam.

The lightning of "Thunder Paper" was created by Archibald, a "weirdo" in the Hunter Workshop, who was inspired by the lightning he saw lingering on a dark beast.

This kind of electric material is also related to the beasts of Yharnam.

In other words, it is related to the beast disease.

Come to think of it, the overall era style of the city of Yharnam is comparable to the Victorian period of the British Empire in Lan's hometown world.

Although there were facilities for applying electricity during this period, the ability to use electricity freely and wrap it around weapons seemed a bit ahead of the times.

Obviously, supernatural factors play a major role.

This was enough to make Lan En stay away from him.

However, in Yharnam, the material that can produce electric light can probably only be obtained from those unique beast patients.

But with Lan En, there is never a shortage of such materials.

Whether it is the natural high voltage electricity of the Qilin or the magic lightning of the sorceresses, he has no shortage of such resources.

Once I have fully mastered the method of making [Thunder Paper], it won't be difficult to replace the raw materials with something safe and reliable, Lan En thought casually with his alchemy talent.

In fact, Irene also mastered a lot of secret knowledge that was controlled and leaked from the workshop of the Healing Church.

For example, the Blue Elixir was very effective in helping Simon hide his figure in front of Lan En.

Or it could be the [Lead Pill] which can make the hunter's body suddenly become as heavy and hard as lead in a very short period of time, enough to even allow the body to deflect the blade without the user stumbling, and even the user's own movements will be slowed down.

But these things also have a Yharnam-style evil quality to their production process.

Just like in the Byron Weiss era, researchers studying the [Arcane] would use thick human blood concentrates as mental sedatives.

He is the type who would politely decline all requests as long as Lan En hears them.

In the end, only the two simple and easy-to-use props, [Fire Paper] and [Thunder Paper], were absorbed by Lan En into his knowledge base.

"We are ready and have said goodbye to Dr. Yusefka."

Maria was still leaning against the wall, but she stretched out one of her hands from her chest, and as she spoke, she raised her hand and opened the door completely. Outside the door, Adeline was still wearing a Healing Church coat. Judging from the fabric alone, it was indeed an excellent coat.

At her feet were two hard-leather suitcases.

Yharnam was almost empty, and she and Maria had just emerged from a nightmare, with nothing. The two suitcases were filled with some decent clothes they found in the abandoned Yharnam.

Maria straightened up from the wall she was leaning against, walked out the door, picked up the suitcase, and spoke calmly to Lan En.

"Then let's go."

The indifference of the Yharnam hunters made her appear calm even though she knew she was heading to another world.

Just as Lan En saw in his [vision]: Lawrence betrayed Master William and left Byronvis calmly.

Thinking of this, Lan En lowered his eyes slightly and pondered for a while.

"No, why don't you go to the cemetery behind Orton Chapel first. That's where I feel the rift is about to open."

"Wait for me a moment, I have to meet someone else."
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Even though the sun and sunlight had appeared, the forbidden forest outside Byronvis was still filled with a depressing feeling.

When Lan En stood on the second floor of the academy again, there was a moon-viewing terrace that extended from the building to the lake.

All he saw on the terrace was a skeleton.

Just like the corpses of many people in Yharnam, the completely weathered skeletons were wearing complicated robes that showed no signs of aging, which was completely unreasonable.

The golden scepter was still in the arms of the skeleton.

The easy chair, which had seemed to sway slowly forever, had come to a standstill.

Lan's boots made a 'click-click' sound on the stone floor of the terrace.

He walked to the front of the rocking chair without changing his expression, looking at the deep lake that he would fall into if he took a few more steps.

"Are you alright, Master William?"

He spoke without turning his head, as if the bones did not represent death.

This sense of entitlement is enough to make bystanders feel absurd.

But in Lan En's deep eyes, the rocking chair and the old man sitting on it both really exist.

It was no different from the two previous meetings.

"Really?" Lan En seemed to receive a response soon after asking the question. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Then you really got what you wanted."

But here, there was only his voice throughout the whole process.

"You mean, the Moon Goddess's death curse is still haunting me?" Lan En curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly, "It's not fair. You foresaw and planned this, Geman helped, and I was the one who carried it out. Why do you only recognize me?"

"Because I was the most direct person who killed Him?"

"Oh, it seems to be true when you think about it. The person who curses last will bear the most responsibility. That old man Geman also used this trick to relieve pressure."

Although he was talking about something incredible, Lan En looked like he didn't care at all.

He even had the leisure to squat down, tear off a finger bone of the skeleton on the rocking chair, and throw it onto the lake under the terrace, causing ripples, and the waves reflected the sunlight in the sky.

"You two old guys are really insidious."

"Especially you. The weight of the curse that fell on you is the poison left by the death of the ancient god. It has become material for your research, right?"

The witcher laughed and cursed, but then fell silent, as if he was listening attentively to the skeleton.

".No, you don't need to."

Lan En stood up from his squatting position, stretched comfortably, and pounded his chest twice with heavy and powerful sounds.

"You don't have to share the burden with me. To be honest, I can't feel this curse at all. Just keep it to me. At least I'll be able to hold it back, and it won't turn into some bullshit nightmare again."

As he spoke, Lan En walked back along the terrace, as if he had said everything he needed to say to the skeleton.

Against the sunlight behind him, he raised his hand and waved without looking back, as if saying goodbye to the corpse.

Only at the very end, his footsteps paused at the boundary of the terrace leading into the building, and as if he had just remembered something, he turned his head and smiled.

"Also, don't misunderstand."

Under the sunlight of Yharnam, the silver hair fell on Lan En's beautiful lips because of his tilted head, and mixed with the smile, it seemed to be shining.

But that beautiful smile, besides the relief of farewell, also had a little danger.

"It's not that I'm unlucky enough to be entangled by the curse of that inferior alien."

"It was that filthy alien superior who was forced to stay with me with his last bit of strength!"

After saying this with a smile, Lan En walked into the shadow of the building without looking back.

"Please excuse me, old man. If you find out what the Moon Goddess left behind, or if He left a clone somewhere that was lucky enough not to be burned, please let Him know."

"See if I can suppress you for the rest of your life!"

The young witcher walked into the shadows of the building where no sunlight could penetrate.

On the terrace outside, a huge moon hung quietly over the lake in Byron.

The old man, who seemed to be asleep, was still holding his golden scepter, sitting in a rocking chair that seemed to never stop.

"Goodbye then, Lan."

The old man in the rocking chair had his lips, which were sunken due to old age, slightly curved.

His face, covered by a metal eye mask, turned towards the bright moon in the sky.

"With this curse, may your road be long, full of expectations, and full of discoveries."

(End of this chapter)