Chapter 1292 1264. The sense of oppression in the master-disciple relationship
There was nothing Lan could do to relieve the pain of these patients, even though he wanted to.
But the various weirdnesses of gray blood disease and Yanan himself left him helpless against the wails and cries of these patients.
Under Lan En's observation, it seems that the pain of these patients is not purely physical, and can be solved by taking painkillers or hallucinogens.
If the problem can be solved so easily, then the clergy in the research hall definitely don't want to call in hunters to assist them in their work.
Especially an elite hunter like Maria.
"Ms. Maria?" Adeline, who was helping to move things in the research hall, took the time to talk to Lan next to her. "The senior clergy must be more polite to her than to you. Don't worry about it."
The Blood Saint said with an enthusiastic smile.
"Although they are all ordinary hunters outside the direct jurisdiction of the church, Ms. Maria's teacher is the [first hunter] Geman!"
"Even if you don't look at Ms. Maria's outstanding performance and elegant temperament, just because of this relationship, everyone will be more polite to her. Although she may not care at all."
Adeline also seemed to be complaining a bit at the end.
But after greeting the clergyman who was moving things in front, the enthusiastic Blood Saint quickly nodded to Lan En and followed him at a trot.
But Lan En, who got the news from this chat, just lowered his head and chewed a name.
[The First Hunter] Geman?
The demon hunter has never heard of this name, and has little knowledge of it. He only knows that the so-called [First Hunter] is the founder of the hunter profession in Yanan.
But inexplicably, even though Lan En has never heard of it, he feels that he is somewhat familiar with this [First Hunter].
Subconsciously, Lan En touched his neck.
When the touch of [Smaug]'s gauntlet reached the skin of his neck, he was shocked to realize what he had done subconsciously.
This was almost an unprecedented abnormality due to his physical self-control.
Unless he really remembers a certain moment that he no longer remembers.
Putting down his hand, Lan En squinted at the palm that had touched his neck unconsciously, then shook his head and put it down again.
But the information was still too little. He only got the name of the rumored [First Hunter], and he didn't even know his appearance or characteristics. Even if he had seen him somewhere before, how could he correctly identify him?
Shaking his head, he marked this strange feeling of familiarity and sealed it in Mentos's database, monitored by the biochemical brain.
Under the dim kerosene light, Lan En could only judge the sky by studying the stained glass window high in the hall.
Maria returned to the research hall as dusk approached darkness.
And this female hunter who was born in the blood noble family, after returning, asked Lan En to finish her first day of work as a hunter in Yharnam on the grounds that she had more people and could take a break.
But Lan En tilted his head and looked at the blood-red pupils facing him under the three-cornered hat, and immediately understood that this was the huntress' wariness against him.
To be honest, as long as there is a [Blood Collection Bottle], hunters can just stick a needle in, and even the torn aorta will grow back in the blink of an eye, and the broken bones will have stubble on them. It can return to its original position with a strong sound.
The spirit is high, as if vitality is being continuously replenished into the body.
It was a bit difficult to rest. After young Henrik gave himself an injection, there was no need to rest at all. It was just because it was daybreak and the hunter had to return to the dark in front of the residents, so he returned according to the rules. Just home.
So when we talk about rest, among the Yharnam hunters, it generally means "take a shot [blood collection bottle]".
Only hunters who work for the Healing Church and can gain extra gains in hunting can have such luxury.
At the same time, his steps slowly started and he walked downwards.
When we were approaching the intersection, another footsteps came faintly from not far behind.
Lan En didn't seem to care, and continued walking along the road after descending the slope.
But the footsteps behind him paused for a moment, and then hesitantly shouted.
".Lan En?"
Hearing Henryk's young voice, the witcher turned his head pretending to be confused, and happened to see a hunter dressed the same as before approaching from behind.
"Ah, it's Henrik!"
The witcher looked relieved.
Through the innate negotiation ability of the Emperor's Children, Lan En's performance is very natural.
The sense of security of meeting a few acquaintances in a strange and complicated city is vividly expressed.
"What a coincidence! I'm feeling a little dizzy right now!"
He shrugged and said luckily.
But it was no fluke at all.
He knew in advance the scope of Henrik's work at night through their first meeting and conversation at night in Old Yharnam.
Later, when Mark was getting him familiar with Yanan, he briefly asked him, seemingly casually, what a new hunter like him who had joined the Church would be sent to do.
Mark still emphasized at the time that he thought it was because the church was short of manpower that he lowered his recruitment standards at this time.
Therefore, he probably won't do the work that mature church hunters would do, but will most likely do the same work as ordinary hunters first.
That is to say, 'fill the gap caused by the deployment of a large number of elite hunters and suppress the threat of regular lycanthropy patients in Yanan'.
According to Lan En's understanding of Henryk, his good friend has just become a church hunter. Although he has become a hunter not long ago, he is more experienced than the other person.
Henrik would of course be inclined to form a team and look out for each other during the nights in Yharnam.
Just like when he teamed up with 'Future' Gascoigne.
Even if you just take care of Mark for a few days and let him accumulate some experience?
Of course Henrik would do that.
So Lan En only had to pick a path that must be passed between the two of them and wait.
The reason why the witcher did this was that he actually wanted to use this time to chat with Henrik.
But truly useful information and intelligence only requires a few sentences.
"Are you lost again?" Henryk looked at the other person up and down indifferently at first, but he said with concern, "Didn't I ask Mark to take care of you? You haven't even stayed in Yanan for a few days and you dare to wander around on your own. You It’s really courageous.”
Lan En smiled slightly embarrassed but not too panicked.
"I remember the general direction, but there were a few forks that confused me."
Then, Lan vaguely named a few landmark locations, allowing Henrik to figure out where he was 'lost' without much effort.
In the next two or three sentences, the route was clearly explained.
But what Lan En really wanted to ask was hidden in the pleasantries after he pointed out the way.