The enemies on the road can't pose any threat to the two, and the two of them chop vegetables and melons, turning the little monsters into "nutrition" for the two people.

Lin Ze followed behind Connor, and the two walked on a relatively narrow path.

Suddenly, Connor stopped, looking in the direction of the path with a complicated expression.

There is a row of barbed iron fences in either direction, and behind the iron fences are square stone monuments, some with a little pattern.

Apparently this is a cemetery.

Several old trees that were nearly dead still stood in the cemetery, and one of them had a deep sword mark in the middle that nearly broke it.

"What's wrong, Knight Connor?" Lin Ze asked.

"Nothing, think of something." Connor didn't answer Lin Ze, but continued to lead the way.

Lin Ze pursed his lips.

Didn't you kill Father Gascoigne here, so that you wouldn't be able to hide it?

Apparently, Connor took the world as a real world, believing that the person he killed was really dead.

So for those humans who are killed by him, he will feel guilty.

Feeling guilty is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing.

That's why Connor was better suited to be a soldier than a hunter.

And he has never considered himself a good hunter.

However, before Lin Ze came in, he had seen Father Gascoigne.

He's still alive and well, though he doesn't seem to remember the nightmare hunt anymore.

But being alive is all that matters, isn't it?

......

......

"Ahh

"Welcome back, brave hunter."

"Why, are you going to deceive us with some clumsy lie?"

"Humph!"

"You're back."

When Lin Ze and Connor walked into the chapel, the people in the church greeted one after another.

Although it can be seen that two of them are hostile to Connor, they still care about him and would not have paid attention to him.

"Is this the survivor you sent here? Great, hunter man. An old man in red robe kneeling on the ground said to Connor in a hoarse voice.

"That way, we'll be able to save more people here."

"Hahahahaha."

The old man laughed for some reason, and his laughter was full of weirdness.

"Hmph, another despicable outlander."

"Alla, a very handsome little handsome guy."

"Despicable liar."

"May God bless you."

Lin Ze looked at the other survivors in the church.

An old lady with Alzheimer's disease, hostile to anyone.

A man who doesn't believe what outsiders say.

A young nun who was on the verge of collapse, had been so frightened that she was almost sacrificed alive.

and a glamorous whore.

"Tut-tut, it's a mixture."

Lin Ze whispered.

"Young master, you can hide here tonight, I'm going to continue to go out to hunt monsters, wait until dawn, it's fine." Connor said to Lin Ze.

"What?" Lin Ze was shocked, Connor actually planned to leave him?

"Can't I go hunt with you, Chief Knight Connor? I don't think I'm weak yet. ”

"Nope." Connor decisively rejected Linze.

"The monsters of the hunt night are not comparable to ordinary creatures, I have some means of recovering injuries that are unique to hunters, and the monsters in the place I am going are very powerful, I am afraid that I will not be able to protect you."

"Knight Connor, I don't need your protection, and if I die, then I'm to blame."

But Lin Ze's words didn't have the slightest effect on Connor.

If he doesn't follow Connor's words, he can't get to Cainkerste Castle because he doesn't have an invitation to Cainkerste Castle.

Moreover, if you follow the protagonist, you can have a better experience effect (get more benefits).

"Then, young master, you can hide here, I'm leaving." Connor ignored Lin Ze, walked to an oil lamp not far in front of the red-robed old man, and knelt on the ground.

The oil lamp emitted bursts of white light, enveloping Connor, and then Connor disappeared with the light, leaving only the slightly glowing oil lamp.

Lin Ze stepped forward and wanted to touch the oil lamp.

"It's useless." The old man on the side spoke up.

"Soul lamps can only be used by hunters, as they all have fearless and unique souls."

"Weak mortals like us, just hide well." The old man smiled at Lin Ze, but on this skinny face, no matter how you look at it, it is terrifying.

"Cut." Lin Ze pursed his lips and ignored him.

In the original plot, this old man is the most mysterious person, although the fact that he took the initiative to contain the survivors is indeed great, but in this crazy world, everyone's self-protection power is insufficient, who would want to help others?

And looking at his conversation with Connor, there was a hint of madness in his laughter.

Although I can't be sure that this person is not a good person, I can't let my guard down against him.

Lin Ze gave up the idea of fumbling with the oil lamp and walked around the church in a bored circle.

He had tried to go to the second floor of the chapel, but found that Connor hadn't opened the shortcut, so he gave up on the plan.

"Ma'am, where are you from?" When he had nothing to do, Lin Ze began to chat with the people in the church.

"I'm a resident of Yanan, if the night of the hunt passes, you can come to me at the intersection of Church Road, I have some special services." The prostitute sat upright in a chair, and although she looked like a lady, she said things that did not fit her image.

"Speaking of which, lady, your clothes look a little familiar." Lin Ze said to the prostitute with a smile.

"Really? Maybe my dress has more Yanan characteristics. The prostitute answered Lin Ze's question, but her eyes were a little wandering.

"Really? Looks like you have nothing to do with the Fallen Bloods at Cainhurst Castle? Lin Ze said seemingly casually.

It's just that this sentence attracted the attention of everyone present.

"I... I... The prostitute was speechless.

Although she wanted to deny this, the sense of honor imprinted in her blood did not allow her to deny her origin.

"That's right, I'm a Fallen Blood." The prostitute whispered the words.

Almost everyone in Orton's chapel was shocked.

It's just that everyone reacted differently after that.

The red-robed old man had a strange smile on his face;

The nun lowered her head, as if praying for something, but one hand could not help touching the pocket under her skirt;

The old woman snorted, turned her head, and cursed a monster in her mouth;

Only the man walked up angrily and said to the prostitute, "You cousin, are the monsters of Cainhurst?"