Chapter 383: 382 who are you

Chapter 383: 382 who are you

Chapter 383 382. Who are you?

The people from the Yousefka Clinic seemed to have tidied up the place after they came to the Orton Chapel.

Made this originally inconspicuous fringe church become somewhat popular.

"Has it been safe on the way here? I see that you have no intention of resting until now."

Lan and Henrik started a chat-like conversation.

The topic just now was too long-standing and too professional.

If Henryk wasn't really senior enough, he would definitely not have so much news to give Lan.

The evolution of the hunter profession can be roughly divided into three stages in Yanan.

The era when the profession was first formed, when hunters were regarded as heroes, and now, when hunting is carried out quietly in gloomy alleys, or blood is spilled wantonly on hunting nights.

Even that heroic age was already a long time ago.

The old hunter put on his khaki tricorn hat again, covering his M-shaped hairline.

I dont know if it was an illusion, but Lan En always felt a little annoyed when he looked at his hair.

So he specially lifted his silver hair, which shimmered under the candlelight, as a test.

Then he got a positive answer from the other party's eyes.

In fact, he felt that Henrik didnt need to care so much about his hairline. After all, people in Yannan liked to wear all kinds of hats, and they would definitely be inconspicuous.

Henric tilted his head and muttered under the mask, looking very unconcerned.

Hunters need to be vigilant at all times, and its not peaceful around here.

"Huh?" Lan En was a little surprised, "How do you say? Isn't there not enough incense?"

The old hunter sneered and began to pull out the hunter's pistol from his waist, inspecting the parts and loading mercury bullets.

Incense can drive away wild animals, but it is useless against other things.

"Ahagul's hunters began to appear around, and their reputation was in shambles in Yharnam. Rather than hunting wild beasts, their main business was human traffickers, and the profits they could get from catching humans were greater than hunting wild beasts. many."

"I also walked around the church square not far away. There were abnormal hunting traces left in the corner. The level of blood splatter was too abnormal even among hunters, and the flesh and blood of those patients seemed to be specially used for hunting. Just like they come to decorate, they are exaggerated, decadent, and flamboyant. Without even thinking about it, the surviving vampires of Cainhurst also took advantage of tonight to come here to have fun. They are keen on hunting hunters and rummaging through the blood stains shed by the hunters. Something only they can find.

In this night of endless hunting, talking to friendly humans relaxed Lan En's spirit.

He walked to the side door of the chapel and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

A large cloak like bird feathers, and a beak mask on the face.

It's the crow hunter, Irene.

A hunter who specializes in hunting down crazy hunters. It sounds like there is some overlap in business with the vampires of Cainhurst mentioned by Henryk, but Lan believes that there should be no intention of cooperation between them.

She was also one of the few people in this long night who clearly realized that the flow of time was wrong.

Lan En walked over, wanting to gain some information and experience.

But before the witcher could speak, the crow hunter, who had the impression of being taciturn, began to speak first.

I have never seen this scene before. Your name is Lan En?

After the young man nodded in confirmation, the huntress, who was also quite young, continued.

The Gascoyne family never survived. Although I tried not many times, there were several times, but the result was as I said. Maybe I didnt find the right method?

"And after Gascoigne and Viola died in the cemetery at our feet, Henrik, who had originally arranged to meet him here, also went crazy. In order to let him rest in peace, I died in his hands three or four times. , it was not until the last few times that I figured out his habits and then cleaned him up. He is a real old hunter. Crisp, precise, and fierce."

The crow hunter admired the old hunter's superb skills. Although he did not stay awake during the repetition of time, this did not affect his combat effectiveness.

As for Irene herself, when she talked about her death, it was as if she was recounting a fictional story.

Time is repeatedly rewinding, and humans who remain awake in it will undergo psychological deterioration due to this environment that exceeds human imagination.

Lan En doubted that even if time started to flow again, Irene would still cherish the life she had.

After lamenting his previous experiences, the crow hunter's beak mask finally turned to Lan En's front.

There was an obvious expectation in her tone.

Only this time is different, Lan.

Only this time you got involved, so much difference happened!

"who are you?!"

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