Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 345 344. Strange
Lan En watched helplessly as Gascoigne took out a glass bottle with a syringe from the inner pocket of his jacket.

Inside the bottle was a yellowish, blood-red clear liquid.

Looks like some kind of blood serum that has been processed.

He didn't even look for blood vessels carefully, but just touched Henrik's leg, and then pierced it neatly.

With the injection of the liquid in the bottle, Henryk's wounds recovered at an alarming speed, and the lost blood seemed to be produced out of thin air in his body.

This old hunter, who was originally cold and limp due to heavy bleeding, suddenly returned to normal after this injection.

Gascoigne put the empty glass bottle into his arms and stood up as if he had received an injection and there was no need to worry about it.

And Henrik really doesn’t need to worry about it.

The old hunter, whose clavicle artery had been opened just now, stood up naturally at this time.

Lan En was stunned and stared at the side.

No, just wait a moment. Am I a mutant or are you mutants?
Even if I drink a bottle as big as [Pure White Lafarde], it may not be as good as your shot!
Although Gascoigne was blindfolded, he seemed to be able to detect Lan En's expression easily.

"This is [blood therapy]."

He opened his outer cover to Lan En. Inside the outer cover, there were two small bottles of syringes filled with faint yellow liquid serum.

"Actually, if your illness is urgent, you can completely ignore the cumbersome rituals and appointments of the church, and inject this directly into your body."

Lan En nodded blankly, but for some reason, after seeing such an immediate effect of [blood therapy], he inexplicably resisted even more.

There's something wrong with this thing and it's disgusting.

This feeling kept popping up in Lan En's heart.

Gascoigne's blood collection bottle looked a little stained, but that was dirt from the process of hunting lycanthropic patients and would not affect the serum in the blood collection bottle.

But Lan En just felt that the thing was dirty and disgusting.

It's like feeling like there's a bunch of plankton in it.

"[Blood therapy]. Let me know more about it. Henrik, what happened to you just now? If I reacted a little slower, your head would almost be taken off by that monster!"

The young man asked the old hunter seriously.Being distracted during an encounter is not a mistake even for a novice who has only used a knife a few times.

Henryk's behavior was as abnormal as an ordinary person who suddenly went crazy for no reason.

By the way, Lan En also asked Gascoigne.

"Or, [Blood Therapy] can make people recover after losing their heads? That's why hunters can't get nervous during encounters?"

The priest shook his head: "[Blood therapy] is the crystallization of the church's technology, but so far I haven't heard of this level of medical results."

"Give us an explanation, Henrik. We, or at least me, should make sure that you are mentally sound and able to adapt to hunting."

Henrik's three-cornered hat lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he still said nothing.

He just wiped his own blood, which stained half of his body red, and walked towards the three-headed monster that was chopped to death.

Lan En could tell that the old hunter's steps were a little heavy.

"You were very powerful just now, Lan En. Now I believe that even if you don't have the hunters' workshop weapons, you are enough to participate in the hunt."

Gascoigne and Lane followed the silent Henrik while praising Lane's skill.

Just now, Lan En killed two monsters by himself, which was a big help when Henryk suddenly lost control.

"No, it's nothing."

Lan En paused hesitantly.

"Aren't you worried about Henrik? He doesn't look right."

Gascoigne pressed his wide-brimmed hat and shook his head.

"This is Yanan, Lan En. The hunters in this city, or everyone in this city, will have a few moments that are not normal. Especially in an environment like hunting night, you have to Only by learning to adapt or ignore this abnormality can we live in Yanan."

The moon in the sky is abnormally large, and the moonlight projected onto the ground is as bright as a low-power street light.Gascoigne's wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over the upper half of his face, making it impossible for Lan to see his expression clearly.

The witcher remained silent.

The two of them followed Henryk all the way, and now the old hunter was digging through the body of the lycanthropic patient.

He first tore at the remaining clothes of the three lycanthropy patients, all three of them looked brand new.

This does not mean that they were recently made, but that the cracks and damage are new.

It seems that it was torn apart by the wearer's violent physical deformation, and then hung on the patient's body like a rag.

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

Henrik once said that the development of lycanthropy is a process, from shallow to deep.

If it is a mild veterinary patient, it is still possible to wear this kind of clothes.But three patients who have been turned into such a beast.
The hard hair on their bodies should have ground these ordinary clothes into fibers during the activity!
In other words - these three people did not experience the development process of lycanthropy, or the development process was very short.

Then they just became 'they' now.

The development of lycanthropy goes against the common sense that Yanan has concluded for a long time?

Is this why Henryk lost his mind on the battlefield?
"This isn't right, Henrik."

Before the young witcher could speak, Gascoigne spoke more directly to Henrik.

The priest's tone also became serious and solemn.

"I've never seen a beast with blood-red eyes. You were just fascinated by this? Have you seen this kind of beast before?"

This focus is different from that of Lan En, so he recalled the eyes of ordinary lycanthropy patients.

Mentos accurately recalled the memory screen and projected it to the corner area of ​​the field of vision.

That was the first lycanthropy patient that Lan En met. In addition to a large area of ​​blood in its eyes, the pupils that should have been round have collapsed and melted, like a cloud of stains in the eyes. .

Those are the pupils of lycanthropy patients, and these eyes like blood gems
"Yes, I've seen it, but it was, it was a long, long time ago."

The hunter who was dug out from the collarbone to the artery opened his mouth for the first time after standing up from the ground.The voice was difficult and contradictory, as if refusing to admit a certain fact in front of him.

Henrik stood up and let out a long breath.

"Put these three corpses here first, don't move them."

"But Henryk, on the night of hunting, hunters are required to burn all the corpses they killed, in order to stop the animalization plague, you know that."

Gascoigne calmly repeated the job requirements of the hunter, but the old hunter, who should have been more calm, seemed to be a little bit out of control at this time.

"Don't worry about the rules for now. I will go find the people from the church and ask them to come and take a look. This is wrong! They must come and take a look!"

Amid Henrik's uncontrollable roar, Gascoigne rationally stopped the dissuasion he was about to speak.

"It seems you do know something, Henrik."

The priest put the trumpet gun back under the cover and asked calmly.

"I won't ask too many questions. Do you have any advice for me or Viola?"

After mentioning Viola, the name of Gascoigne's wife, the old hunter suddenly calmed down a lot.

After a moment of silence, his three-cornered hat shook feebly.

"Suggestion. Let Viola stay at home and prepare enough incense to drive away beasts. Yes, even if this hunting night has just passed, you must urge her and let her prepare enough incense. And about you?"

".Be ready to fight, Gascoigne. Be ready to hunt the beast, and then pray, to the gods you once believed in, to the gods you believe in now, to every god you can think of. Pray that it was just an accident."

After speaking, the old hunter in the yellow coat walked out of the alley alone.

"I'll see you at dinner, and let Viorad make some more."

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