Chapter 1277 1249. Clergy Mark
This night was much better than the hunting night that Lan En caught up with when he first arrived in the 'future' Yanan.
Apart from the deathly and gloomy atmosphere of Old Yanan in the night, like a ghost story, we actually didn't meet many lycanthropic patients.
This may also be related to the raging epidemic of gray blood disease, which has caused the total population to drop a lot.
It was already dark, and the witcher spent his first night in Old Yharnam safely.
In fact, Henrik had already stopped working when the night had just faded away and only a trace of white light appeared on the horizon.
Hunters are a feared symbol. Although their job is to protect the town, their **** and ruthless fighting style and the ferocious traces left after the battle cannot help but be repulsive.
Therefore, it is best for hunters to keep their distance from the public, hunt in the shadows, and disappear at dawn.
This is to prevent negative emotions from spreading in the city.
Henrik took off the mask on his face, hung the saw knife behind his back, and put the hunter's musket back under his coat.
At first glance, he really looks like an ordinary person from Yanan who is just a little gloomy.
Lann's cloak covered his armor.
There was nothing noteworthy about his size in Yanan.
Whether it was the group of Sumeru descendants who were found by the Healing Church, or the stupid big servants in Yanan who did odd jobs for the townspeople.
In terms of body shape, they are not much different from Lan En.
It's just that the body proportions are somewhat uncoordinated and deformed compared to those of a witcher.
The sky is getting slightly brighter, and the damp and cold fog that accumulated on the city ground at night is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The hazy and eerie atmosphere is easing.
Here and there, there were some Yanan people who wanted to get up early and go out to make a living. They carefully opened the door of their house a crack, poked their heads around to look around, then put on their hats and hurriedly went out, and hurriedly walked to the street.
It seems that he doesn't want to have any contact with anyone else.
Considering that in addition to lycanthropy, there is also a plague called gray blood disease in Yharnam, this state can be said to be very normal.
Henryk held his tricorn hat and looked up at the dim light in the sky, then shook his head.
A night's work was over, and he was getting himself out of the cold and precise working state of the Yharnam hunters.
"Let's go." He whispered to Lan En behind him, "find that friend of mine and let's go and take care of your business."
"Now?"
The witcher raised an eyebrow.
The damp and cold fog was dissipating, and white smoke began to emit from several roof chimneys on the surrounding twisted and crowded Gothic buildings.
"Isn't it too early?"
"He is a cleric in the Healing Church who is responsible for hunter logistics. His work schedule is not much different from that of a hunter."
"Then let's go."
Both Lan En and Henryk were quick and agile. Under the leadership of the Yharnam Hunter, Lan En was able to navigate around the densely packed buildings with twists and turns, narrow or wide, and completely irregular.
Mentos is recording the map in his mind based on the subject's senses, but it is very difficult.
The young 'old' hunter didn't notice anything and sat directly on the chair in the room, took off his hat and put it on the table.
Lan En also took a brief look around. This three-story building seemed to be rented out in different layers by the owner.
Because this floor alone basically includes all living facilities. Bathroom, stove and so on.
If all three floors are usable space, this arrangement would be too cramped.
Henrik's friend obviously rented the bottom floor, where the door opens onto the first floor of the old water canal.
"I'm Mark." The clergy of the Healing Church nodded to Lan En, "Thank you for saving Henryk once. He just became a hunter and was still too reckless."
In Yanan, people's emotions always seem to swing between the two extremes of madness and callousness, and rarely fall into the normal middle.
Henrik, and Mark, who said thank you.
He was clearly saying thank you, but both his expression and tone were as cold as if he was talking about a stranger.
Lan En, a normal person, always feels weird.
"Don't worry about it." But the witcher still perfectly controlled his expression and emotions without revealing anything. "As long as you help me get my identity, it's not a big deal to help me out last night."
After Mark and Lan greeted each other, Henryk, who was sitting on the chair, began to point at the two of them.
"Lan En, a hunter who came to Yanan from a foreign country to seek [blood therapy], is very skilled."
"Mark, clergyman of the Healing Church."
As the intermediary, he only left two words, and then Henryk seemed to have completed the task and stopped talking.
Mark seemed completely accustomed to Henrik's style.
"In other words, as a foreigner, you want to become a hunter in Yanan and fight for [blood therapy]?"
Mark's calm face whispered.
It seems that he is no stranger to this kind of thing.
"Is it because of these eyes? Oh, I'm sorry, I asked too much."
After an expressionless apology, Mark continued.
"It's very simple. In order to cope with the increasingly severe situation, the church is expanding its recruitment. I will go through some procedures for you, and you will soon be able to enter the queue for [blood therapy]."
"The queuing process?" Lan En himself stayed away from any blood from Yanan, but he keenly captured a word in Mark's words.
The demon hunter asked as if he was inquiring by the way: "Are there many people coming to Yanan to pursue [blood therapy]?"
"There are still those from outside like you, but holy blood is very scarce now."
Mark explained.
"Gray blood disease is too serious. In the end, [blood therapy] has to be used to save lives. Otherwise, how should we treat this plague?"
Once medical resources encounter a plague, there will not be enough.
Although Lan En understands what Yanan's [Blood Therapy] is, in Yanan, this is definitely a treatment method that is revered and cherished.
"I'm not in a hurry." Lan En said as if he didn't care, "This disease won't kill you for a while."
"But you want to apply [blood therapy] to all patients with gray blood?"
Mark nodded seriously, then shook his head.
"The church wants to save people, but it doesn't have that many resources. In the end, we can only admit the most serious gray blood patients to medical treatment hospitals, and then use [blood therapy] to try to save them, and at the same time understand this disease. "