"I have to say, you're unlucky to be here. The night of the hunt has begun, the hunters are busy hunting the bestiality, and the church is also busy with logistics and aftercare, and it is estimated that no one will be available to give you blood therapy at this time. ”

Henrik walked steadily towards the corpse that had been stabbed in the chest by Lann without looking back.

After establishing an initial mutual trust, the man who called himself 'The Hunter' showed no more hostility than to still resist letting Lan En approach.

Lann stood aside, calmly watching what Henrik was going to do.

"No hurry, I'm not in a hurry for blood therapy. It's good to talk about it when everyone is done. ”

I know a hammer 'blood therapy'?

Phlebotomy? It can't be such an unskilled thing, right?

According to Henrik, he knew that I had only 'a single piece of blood, uninjected', so I was a foreigner. In other words, the blood of the native people of Yanan is very mixed?

Blood therapy doesn't sound like phlebotomy, it's mostly injections.

Let the blood of unknown origin and unknown mechanism enter the body. Forget it.

"It's great if your illness isn't urgent, I still have to be busy at this time, you can find a place to hide, it's not easy to stay up on the night of hunting."

Henrik said as he fiddled with the monster's corpse.

Lan En frowned slightly.

"I have a good sword and know how to use it, so you don't have to worry too much about me."

"The sword is good, the armor is old-fashioned but also very strong, but it's hard to say whether these two things are good in Yanan." Henrik's eyes, tucked between his tricorne hat and visor, glanced at Lane.

In a Victorian-style city, Ranne's knightly armor is indeed 'old-school'.

Fortunately, Henrik himself was old, otherwise Lane might have had to get a taste of what he was called an 'antique'.

"You're just an ordinary straight sword, neither a quick-fighting shape-shifting weapon, nor a heavy, deadly church weapon. Dealing with people, it works. Dealing with bestialized patients? Hard. ”

As he spoke, Henrik raised the strange serrated knife in his hand towards Ran.

With a sudden wave of his hand, the inertia seemed to have driven some kind of mechanism.

At the junction between the blade and the wooden grip, sparks of metal friction suddenly exploded.

It was then that Lan realized that the serrated knife in Henrik's hand was a kind of giant similar to a switchblade.

The blade has lethality on both sides, and can be swung briskly in the folded state, slashed with the serrated back, and slashed with the blade wide open and closed in the pop-up state.

And if you open the mechanism in the middle of the swing, it should be able to bless the force of the machine to retract and eject during the swing, causing a more hideous tearing wound.

Even if you are scratched by this weapon, it is estimated that a large amount of blood will be spilled.

The Yanan people's love for blood can be seen.

"Ugh, a delicate and lethal weapon indeed."

Lan En nodded, he didn't take out the turbidity current sword in his alchemy leather bag to talk about things, after all, it was too abnormal to take out a big sword close to two meters out of thin air.

When Henrik saw that he was listening, he folded the sawsaw again and hung it back on his waist, and said a few more words.

"And it's not just bestials that are dangerous on the night of the hunt, it's also a threat to you to let them become such bestials."

"You're saying it's a contagion? The city is suffering from a plague? ”

Lan En was a little surprised, he had just thought that 'bestiality' was a local term for curses. But the locals, with apparently researched, rather than superstitious and speculative logic, told him that this werewolf-like curse was a contagion.

Witchers never get sick and never get infected, and neither do Space Marines.

But Lann doesn't ignore the diseases of the other world. What if a powerful one pops up?

"It's not about the plague, it's just a regular cleanup."

Henrik didn't care about the terrible word 'plague', but muttered something to himself after explaining it to Ran.

"It's just this time. Clean-up is a bit frequent. ”

After muttering, Henrik shook his head.

"Alright, it's time for me to go. If you don't have a place to go, then I recommend you to go to the Yusefka clinic, which is located on the edge of the center of Yanan. Dr. Yusevka is a compassionate lady and she will take you in. In Yanan, it is not easy to find someone willing to take in an outsider on the night of the hunt. ”

Lann nodded, jotting down the name.

But he stopped Henrik as he turned to leave.

"Henrik."

"Tsk, what are you going to do?"

The hunter in the yellow coat turned, his tone beginning to be a little impatient.

Lan En held out his finger to the winding and rugged street under his gaze. He pointed to the unseen source of the street, and followed the direction of the street to the equally invisible end.

His eyes kept on Henrik, and it was obvious that this action was demonstrated to him.

"I'm a foreigner, Henrik. And this is your Yanan's street"

The young man looked at the old hunter helplessly.

"Seriously, you don't think I'll be able to find it all the way if you give me the name of a place, do you?"

"And what else do you want?"

The old hunter also spoke helplessly.

Obviously, he wanted to help Lan En, but he only wanted to help a little, not too much.

There is nothing to blame for this.

"Rather than let me wander around this labyrinthine town, on this dangerous night, I might as well follow you."

With his left hand on the hilt of his sword, Lane walked toward Henrik.

"I don't have to worry about you, I can protect myself, and I won't mess up your work. I just want to keep myself from breaking into a dangerous place and being torn apart by a monster that swarms me. You hunters don't go to that kind of place, do you? ”

"Hunter is a profession that requires skill and patience."

Henrik answered Rann's question from the side.

Now the witcher understands.

You hunters also need to investigate and plan in advance!

When I arrived at a place I hadn't been before, I met a monster I hadn't seen before, and it was ideal to have a familiar veteran with me.

It is much safer to follow the old hunter to some safe places than to run on his own.

Henrik looked down and thought for a moment at Lanne's suggestion before speaking again.

"Your armor. That's too cumbersome. Ordinary armor can't defend against the beast's attack, but only slows you down. I doubt that when it's time to do it, you won't even be able to run far? ”

Before the old hunter could finish speaking, Lan En rushed towards the buildings on both sides of the street.

After jumping, stepping on the wall and jumping up more than six meters, reaching out to grab the eaves of the second floor, and then jumping down with the gravel of the eaves.

Henrik was silent for a long time under his mask, and then muttered "Let's go" in an angry voice.

Then he walked away briskly with his head down and without looking back.

Lan smiled and threw the rubble back in his hand, patting the dust and following.

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