Chapter 1366 1338. Their respective futures
"Where are you going?"
Lan En asked Gascoigne while taking a sip of [Advanced Swallow] to let the incision on his wrist begin to heal. He planned to replace the blood in his body within three days, and was not in a hurry to drain it all at once.
"I want to take Viola back to my hometown." At this time, Gascon also took off the improved version of the [Higher Bear School Armor] that Lan En had left behind. Changed back into light clothes.
"There was nothing special there, too unremarkable to remember, but for the first few decades of my life it was always peaceful."
"I thought it would be a place where our family could live a normal life."
"And Henrik."
"Me?" The old hunter suddenly rubbed his hands in embarrassment. When he was cutting the beast-turned-patient, he was much more comfortable than he is now. "No way? I'm already old and I can't do anything except hunting."
"Don't be stupid, Henrik." Gascoigne shook his head and said, "You see Viola as your daughter, and Viola sees you as your father. We cannot and will not leave you to start on your own. "New life."
The old hunters also have some coquettishness as they don't want to cause trouble to the younger generations, and they completely lack the crispness and neatness of hunting.
But Lan En had already poured a bottle of water, washed his hands that were sticky with fresh blood, and slapped each other with his wet hands, making a crisp 'snap' sound.
"It seems that what I said before is a bit redundant, Henrik." The demon hunter smiled and looked at the Gascoigne couple and the old hunter standing together, "Gascoigne obviously has a good retirement plan."
The old hunter, who had been trained by Yanan's hunting all his life, pressed his khaki wide-brimmed hat at this moment and showed a smile that was half embarrassed and half relieved.
For the Yharnam hunter who looked like a cold blade, this smile seemed too warm.
But Lan En thought it was just right.
"But as a suggestion." Lan En smiled and tilted his head, "It's better not to be a priest after Gascoigne goes back. Don't get involved in the gods and ghosts."
"No!" Henrik said decisively before Gascoigne could answer. "No blood, no God. That's it!"
"But I can have you, Lan." As the head of the family, Gascoigne waited until Henryk finished speaking before adding to the witcher.
The face with the bandaged eyes was full of solemnity.
"We remember your help and kindness, and we will definitely come to you whenever and wherever you need it."
"It's mainly me." Henrik was beside him, his old voice complained ruthlessly, "Your hunting skills haven't improved for a long time, and your talent is very poor."
As the old hunter spoke, he took out a small rattle from his body and handed it to Lan En.
This is the resonance bell used by hunters to call each other. Lan En had picked up an ownerless one before.
But obviously, Henryk gave this specifically to ask him to help.
Lan En accepted it happily. Regardless of whether he would seek help from Henryk, an old hunter who was extremely skilled in hunting, in the future, even if he had nothing to do when he returned, it would be convenient to come over and chat, wouldn't it?
A hunter with a family and worries would of course rush to leave Yanan and start a new life.
But the hunter who has no worries is much more casual.
Eileen, who had been completely relieved, stood leaning against the wide door of the Orton chapel with her arms folded, looking out at Yanan in the sunshine.
The witch in red was always crawling on the ground at the door. She was always thanking Lan En for his contribution, even if she herself did not benefit much from it.
"I'm not asking you to come with me, I'm just a little worried about you."
"After all, the others just woke up from dreams in the normal timeline, but you two... you can be said to have been pulled out of a dream within a dream by me."
"You have both the [Dream of the Curse of Koth] and the [Dream of the Lord Yanan] in you. Even if the ancient god's dream has a certain degree of authenticity, according to the normal timeline, you will all be dead at least dozens of times." years.”
"It's like when you first came to [Yanan Lord's Dreamland], you suddenly suffered from fatal poisoning and blood loss. We still don't know what happened. Why do people who come out of the same dreamland have such different symptoms? big."
"So," Maria frowned when she heard this, "Do you suspect that after we leave Yanan City, we may have dangerous symptoms inexplicably like when we left old Yanan?"
Lan En did not answer directly, but reminded in a serious tone: "Now, there is no blood collection bottle for you to use. Even if there is, it is best not to use it."
"There is no blood collection bottle or blood therapy." Maria still frowned, "Then even if something happens, what can we do?"
The demon hunter spread his hands: "This is where I want to help you. In addition to blood therapy, there is a safe and reliable recovery ability in this world."
The Blood Noble's delicate chin was raised towards Lan En's feet, where there was a glass bottle of potion that he had drunk.
"Like this potion?"
"This thing is also dangerous and very poisonous." Lan En kicked it casually and the medicine bottle rolled away. "But on my side, we can use magic."
"Magic? You mean arcane?" When talking about [arcane], Maria's face became more alert, even more alert than when talking about blood therapy.
After all, in her memory at the time, the blood therapy had never had any problems, and it only broke out in the end.
But [Arcane], this thing has never been stable from the first day it was born.
It is common for people who practice and study [Arcane] to go crazy. They have to use thick and rich human blood to get a moment of tranquility. This has been a method passed down since the Byron Weiss period.
Later, in the hands of Lawrence, it became one of the basic theories for building [blood therapy].
"I told you, it's safe, okay?"
Lan En assured helplessly, but at the same time, he could also understand the frightened vigilance of the Yannan people.
After all, the night of the hunt is not far behind.
Adeline pulled the corner of Maria's one-shoulder cloak, with a cautious look in her eyes.
She now seems to have the feeling that Maria is her backbone.
After Maria looked back at the Blood Saint, she sighed and nodded.
"Then I'm going to trouble you, Lan En."
"It's no trouble. Just help them to the end." The demon hunter shook his head. "It's a pity that if it could have been done, we wouldn't have been able to save a few more people from that nightmare."
But in fact, everyone present knew in their hearts that it was impossible.
Because just the wave of emergencies that came out of the nightmare would consume two blood collection bottles at least.
Even if you took out all the blood collection bottles that Henrik, Gascoigne, and Irene had stored at that time, how many were there in total? How many can be saved?
After sighing slightly, Lan En raised his head again and looked at Eileen and the witch in red who were both at the door of the chapel.
"What about you? What are your plans?"