Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 351 350. Another night

"suck--"

Lan En opened his eyes suddenly and took a long breath reflexively.

His breathing was rapid and deep, as if his body had forgotten to breathe while sleeping and needed to make up for it now.

His eyes were wandering around in a daze, and Mentos made a super eye-catching flashing picture on his retina, which finally brought Lan En's attention back to focus.

"Sir! You just entered a deep sleep, the kind of deep sleep that even I can't wake up from. What happened to you?!"

Mentos's familiar intelligent voice, this familiar voice made Lan En feel somewhat at ease.

"I seem to have had a dream? Or maybe I was pulled into his illusion by some mage. No, I can't tell."

"Fuck! If only there was a mage here! I could at least know what tricks I've been tricked into!"

Lan En pinched his temples with a headache, and even cursed for the first time in a long time.

This time's sleep did not dispel his fatigue at all. Instead, it made him feel like he had experienced another [Memory Dive], which was tiring and had a headache.

When his fingers touched his head, the witcher realized that he was already sweating a lot.

"Mr. Lane! Are you okay?"

This is not the intelligent voice of Mentos, but the voice of Mrs. Viola outside the guest room door.

Lan En pushed himself up from the bed and subconsciously held the Sword of the Lake Lady leaning against the bedside in his hand.

The moment Lan En took this divinely crafted weapon into his hand, the demon hunter felt a cooling sensation in his painful head.

Golden sacred light overflowed from the sheath of the scabbard. You didn't need to draw the sword to know that the runes on the blade should be all lit up at this moment.

But Lan En has no time to observe Arondette's abnormality now.

Outside the door, there was an unconcealable panic in Viola's voice.

He promised Gascoigne to take care of his family before he returned.

"I'm fine, ma'am. What happened?"

Lan En opened the door of the guest room. At the door, Viola's face was as anxious and panicked as her voice.

Lan En's vision took in the entire living room in an instant. He looked at the sunlight entering the room from the window, and his pupils shrank unconsciously.

The sunlight had a completely different angle compared to the morning, and it was as red as blood!

This is not broad daylight.

This is the sunset approaching sunset!

The witcher understood the reason for Viola's nervousness.

Gascoigne had only gone to buy incense. He was supposed to be back before noon. Even if I go far away to buy something, I should be back in the afternoon, but it’s almost night now.

Something happened?

Lan En immediately adjusted his condition and stabilized himself.

"Hasn't Gascoigne come back?"

The young man asked calmly, and this attitude also made the panicked Viola calm down unconsciously.

"He, he came back just now, brought incense, and took away weapons. He told me to wake you up quickly and let you get out of the city as soon as possible. His expression was very serious. I don't know what happened. But I just I was about to wake you up when someone knocked on the door again. It was very urgent and I was scared, so I..."

So he woke me up in a panic.

Lan En figured out the logic easily.

At this moment, a new round of rapid knocking on the door came.

The sound couldn't even be called 'knocking on the door', but closer to 'smashing the door'.

Moreover, the people outside the door just kept knocking on the door but said nothing. Viola, an ordinary housewife with two children, would panic.

Lan En looked at the banging door and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's okay, I'll go take a look."

He patted Viola on the shoulder and walked out of the guest room.

The Lake Lady's Sword was hung on her waist, holding the scabbard with her left hand, and walked towards the door of the house.

A little head with two ribbons, one red and one white, stuck out from the corner, looking at it worriedly and nervously.

Lan En smiled comfortingly at them, and the two little girls nodded reluctantly in response, and then shrank back behind the corner.

The witcher walked to the door, stood sideways behind the door, and opened the heavy solid wood door.

This posture will not expose himself in the crack of the door. If someone outside the door wants to take action, then he only needs to slam the door shut.

Let alone jamming a weapon, if you are lucky, you may be able to directly destroy the opponent's entire hand.

After opening the door, the person outside the door did not make any hostile move.

It was a hunter wearing a hunter's attire that he had never seen before. The whole body was black, a bit like the attire of a Western monk or monk.

There was a strip of cloth embroidered with the Healing Church logo draped over his shoulder. It seemed that it was thrown over his shoulder because he knocked hard on the door. Under normal circumstances, this piece of cloth should hang directly behind the other party.

Under the smart wide-brimmed hat is a pair of gloomy eyes.

"You are not Gascoigne."

Following the tradition of Yharnam hunters being taciturn, this hunter speaks crisply and briefly.

After Lan En glanced at the hunter in front of him, he also saw the prying eyes of nearby residents peeking out from behind the glass and curtains.

The fact that this hunter just knocked on the door without even saying a word is very eye-catching.

Because this kind of behavior is very reminiscent of that bad night.

But people's eyes don't dare to show complaints and hostility, even if they are looking here secretly.

Does that mean he is a hunter of the Healing Church?

Lan En responded to the question calmly without showing any abnormality due to the thoughts in his mind.

"I am his friend, and I was entrusted by him to temporarily take care of his family at home. He just left not long ago, are you okay?"

"Already dispatched?" The gloomy hunter lowered his head and murmured, then raised his eyes and looked at Lan En several times.

"It seems that you are also a hunter, so I will pass on the notice to you as well."

"What is it?"

The gloomy hunter seemed unwilling to even move his lips. When he opened his mouth to speak, the opening and closing of his lips was very small and his voice was not loud.

"Earlier."

Lan En hadn't reacted yet: "What?"

The hunter's eyes stared at Lan En from under his wide-brimmed hat, his dull and gloomy eyes like light-absorbing black holes.

"Hunting night is ahead of schedule."

Lan En frowned. He didn't know what the normal interval was for Yanan's hunting night, so he asked tentatively: "How much earlier?"

A week early? Two weeks? No matter what, it can't last more than a month, right?

"tonight."

Even Lan En, a foreigner, was completely stunned by this answer.

The sound of a porcelain plate breaking came from behind Lan En.

Lan En turned around and saw Viola, who was originally bringing a cup of black tea. She was standing there blankly. The black tea, porcelain plate and cup in her hand fell to the floor and broke into small pieces. of fragments.

This answer was like a bullet fired from a gun barrel, blinding everyone who heard the news.

Lan En now knew why the church hunter in front of him was banging on the door and calling for people.

As a foreigner, he felt a little breathless at this time.

After telling the news, the gloomy hunter stopped staying and left in a hurry.

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