Chapter 1336 1308. Return to the chapel
Outside Gascoigne's house, the footsteps, which were so light that ordinary people couldn't hear them, paused for a moment, then hurried over.
A taciturn, cold and ruthless hunter in a yellow coat, who could almost be called the stereotype of a Yharnam hunter, stood at the door holding a meat saw knife that was still dripping with a mixture of sticky blood, minced meat, and black hair.
His face, covered by a three-cornered hat and a mask, with only a slit for his eyes exposed, looked around before stepping on the wooden floor and walking into Gascoigne's house.
"Are you back again?" Henryk sighed deeply without paying attention to the demon hunter's greeting. "That's not a wise decision, Lan."
"We'll tell you later whether it's wise or not." The demon hunter squatted on the ground and shouted without looking back, "Give me a blood collection bottle first, someone here is poisoned."
Henryk shook his head and stepped on the wooden floor with his leather boots. He walked to Lan En and briefly glanced at Maria, who had already lowered her head and passed out.
"It's a waste to use the blood collection bottle now."
"You have to wait for the poison to wear off first, destroy her body to the point of destruction, and then inject it with one injection. That's when it will be most effective. Just wait."
The old hunter said calmly.
An old hunter with so much experience that people thought he couldn't die in hunting like a hunter, although his biological and medical knowledge was far inferior to Lan En's.
But he can see through many situations based on experience alone.
In an emergency, the unhurried attitude of an experienced person can even make onlookers feel at ease.
Although Lan En wasn't too panicked at first, Henryk still made him feel much more relaxed now that he had just come out of the nightmare.
Amidst the slight collision and friction of armor plates, Lan stood up from Maria and patted his friend on the shoulder condescendingly.
Only then did he formally say hello.
"Long time no see, Henrik." The witcher tilted his head and smiled, "It looks a bit old, but it is indeed more reliable."
"What do you mean 'looks like this'?" The old hunter's eyes, which were pinched by his hat and mask, frowned in confusion.
And then, as Lan En stood up completely, his eyes widened uncontrollably.
"And what are you eating now?"
Henrik looked up and down repeatedly at the tall demon hunter, who was already 2.5 meters tall.
When we first met, although this young man was quite strong, he was still in the category of a normal person. Now, what normal person can develop such a body shape?
"It's a long story." Lan En shrugged, and at the same time he picked up the unconscious Maria, and raised his chin at Adeline next to him, meaning to ask Henrik to help him.
Henryk didn't hesitate, hung the meat saw knife with **** black hair on his back, carried Adeline on his back, and went out with Lan En.
But when he walked to the door and saw Lan En picking up the three-cornered hat with swan feathers on the table, his eyes immediately became filled with memories.
When Lan En hugged Maria, the huntress's head, which had been lowered due to coma and weakness, was raised again while walking.
Henryk suddenly stopped.
"It seems that you really have a long story." The old hunter's voice, dulled by the mask, revealed disbelief. "That's Ms. Maria?!"
"How is this possible?!"
The witcher kept walking and walked in front, just waving his hand without looking back.
Henrik quietly placed Adeline on his shoulder on the ground next to a pile of incense jars, and Lan also placed the unconscious Maria against the wall.
Only then was I free to take a look at the Orton chapel again after leaving for a long time.
Lan En didn't know how Yanan reflected the flow of time now, but since he left, there were only two or three more people in the small church.
Doctor Yousefka was taking care of her bound sister. Although she was worried, when Lan En looked over, she still showed a bitter and grateful smile.
Gascoigne's two daughters were sleeping on Viola's lap, and it seemed that Gascoigne himself had gone out.
The prostitute who was directed by Lan En from Church Town was holding her stomach and seemed a little uncomfortable, but she also nodded to Lan En who had helped her.
"Although I feel that it is irrational for you to come back, on the other hand..." Henryk helped place the two unconscious people and whispered to Lan En.
"We're really having a hard time right now."
The old hunter's eyes, which were caught between his hat and mask, were tired but holding on.
"The supplies are running out too fast, food, water, and incense. The night is too long."
"Gascoigne and I now spend more and more time looking for supplies. Gradually, we are almost exhausted even if we go out alternately."
"God knows how."
The old hunter's eyes were confused and confused.
He still hadn't woken up from the chaotic time of this hunting night, he just thought it was still 'one night'.
Under the power of those superiors and ancient gods to extend this hunting night, they completely ignored all kinds of abnormalities and wrongness logically.
Lan En didn't say anything, just patted Henrik on the shoulder.
He took out a lot of things from his alchemy leather bag and handed them to him.
As Henrik took it, he tilted his head towards Maria, who was already vaguely awake.
"What on earth is going on? Is it really Ms. Maria? She has obviously been dead for a long time!"
"She is indeed Maria, but how do you say it?" At this point, Lan En looked helpless. "Even if I say it, you won't understand it. In short, I have pulled them out of the nightmare of death. "
If the conversation was with a sober hunter, the explanation would be simple.
But Henryk is not 'sane', he is just an old hunter who survived this hunting night with only one life because he was too strong and was helped by Lan En.
Sometimes, being strong or not is not an essential difference.
Just like Henrik and Simon.
As an old hunter, his experience and skills are so powerful that he can hardly make mistakes, but he is completely unable to understand the real situation now.
A person who can be chased to death, but can travel between dreams, and still has some understanding of the current situation in Yanan.
"Is it complicated?" Henryk's mask moved, as if he pursed his lips under the mask.
But in the end, the old hunter just sighed and shook his head.
"If you can't say it, you can't say it."
"On this night of hunting, things that are so bizarre and terrifying that you can't even describe them are no longer uncommon. Hey, what does the resurrection of the dead mean?"