Chapter 384: 383 resonance bell
Chapter 384 383. Resonance Bell
A stranger passing through.
Lan En said after a pause.
I came from a very far away place, even farther away than time. I will leave when its time to leave, and the time here probably wont hold me back.
The crow hunter Erin listened quietly, without surprise or questioning.
Tonight, no matter what weird things happen, it is not surprising.
"Then why don't you wait quietly for your 'departure time' to arrive? With your skills, even in a place like Yanan, it's not a problem to hide for a while."
Because of the Ancient God. Lan En answered simply.
Having mastered the power of time and the weird blood of the ancient gods, I have to make sure that these things will not follow me when I leave. To put it simply, my existence is a filter.
Can you understand that people who live outside Yanan dont want to turn their home into a second Yanan?
Because of the "advanced curative effect" of blood therapy, Yanan people always look down on outsiders, seeing them as country people who come to the city to take advantage.
But in the eyes of people like Lan En who have no need for blood therapy, staying away from Yanan is a normal decision.
Fortunately, Erin is also a stranger, so she understands this sentiment.
Then do as you wish, distant foreign hunter.
Under the beak mask, Irene smiled indifferently.
One more person means one more possibility of getting out of the cycle. Although I dont have high expectations for this.
Preliminary negotiations completed.
Although Lan En did not reach a better relationship with the other party, he at least confirmed the unity of each other's positions.
This is the basis of mutual help.
Take it.
From under the dark bird feather cloak, Irene threw a small rattle towards Lan En.
Lan easily grasped the small handle of the rattle accurately in mid-air.
But what is strange is that this rattle, which rotates at least two and a half times in mid-air, never makes a loud sound.
Because she would never go to these places during normal hunting, so now, this has become her blind spot.
Perhaps I should also go for a walk near the cathedral. Maybe I can find something, or put the crazy hunters in those places to rest.
She thought so in her heart.
Lan En and Erin each decided to go to different places to look for clues, which would be somewhat efficient.
"correct."
Before Irene left, Lan En suddenly stopped her.
"What's up?"
Do you know there is such a place in Yanan?
Lan En briefly described the dream that he was forcibly pulled into when he fell asleep.
This dream happened in Yanan, so it should at least have a prototype, or an integration of multiple prototypes.
And it was just as he expected, even better than his best predictions. The crow hunter interrupted him with certainty almost in the middle of his description, that is, just after describing the appearance of the garden and the chapel.
"Hunter's Workshop? Why do you know this place? It was hidden from the malice of the Yharnamites long before the heroic days of the hunters. That was long ago."
Lan En said calmly.
On this night, strange and ancient things appear as if they are rushing up. Who knows what will happen next?
Erin doesnt care too much either.
She told Lan En the location of the workshop, then shook her cloak and turned to leave.
This place is very close, even next to the Orton chapel.
So Lan En didnt hesitate much and was ready to go directly to take a look.
Hunter's Workshop was once a place where hunters developed and experimented with new weapons. According to Eileen, the first hunter in history was still buried there.
There used to be people coming and going there, and a large number of hunters learned and communicated there, so much so that they were divided into many factions based on their fighting styles.
The most widely distributed Sawtooth Gang, the Powder Keg Gang who are good at gunpowder weapons, and the Church Hunters who wield heavy weapons.
These divisions made Lan feel a bit like the witcher school of dj vu.
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