The night is passing and the bright daylight is overflowing from the horizon.

Last night's unusually large moon was gradually obscured and faded in the daylight.

Traces of the night of the hunt are being removed.

The corpses slashed by the hunters were gathered and burned.

People dressed in all kinds of hunting costumes dragged their 'achievements' from last night to gather people from the streets and alleys. Each of them had one or more corpses of animalized patients with thick black hair and distorted bodies in their hands.

The hunters were silent and indifferent dealing with the beasticraft who might have been a common inhabitant yesterday.

They set up fires in the squares of the city, threw the corpses on their hands, poured gasoline on them, and lit them with a 'boom'.

Lann and Gascoigne dragged the unanomalous corpses they had cleaned up the night to a small square and threw them on the fire with the other hunters.

Now the young people can be sure that taciturn is the group occupational disease of the Yanan hunters.

Dozens of hunters gathered to work, but there was not the slightest human conversation except for the sound of the bodies of the bestials dragging on the ground.

Perhaps due to the subtle influence of the religious atmosphere in the city, the hunters built a fire as if they were burning witches in the name of religion in the Middle Ages.

They even spontaneously erected a vertical shelf and tied up the first corpse that came to the fire, before they began to throw the other corpses on it.

The flames burned, and the foul-smelling smell of blood on the animalized patients was dispelled by the smoke.

The hunters didn't say a word, just watched indifferently as the flames of light on the fire danced.

The eerie and unbearably solemn silence, the religious burning-like fire, the corpses that melted in the fire

The combined scene is the same as the first impression of the city on Lane-

A sense of the sacredness of filth.

Seeing that the pile of corpses was burning more and more, hunters began to turn around and leave one after another.

Gascoigne also led Lane down a trail in the middle of nowhere.

"Just like that?"

Lan asked strangely on the way.

Although the city looks Victorian-style, with most of the buildings made of stone bricks or concrete, there is still a lot of xylem.

Fires are a big nuisance, especially in Yanan.

But Gascoigne seemed unconcerned.

"The people of the church will deal with the tail of the hands, they will clean the fire, and they will wash the blood from the streets. It was still dark, but wait a little longer, and when people went out, they would see a Yanan who hadn't changed much. ”

As he spoke, the priest laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Of course, this was the ideal situation a long time ago."

"Oh?" Lan En showed the proper curiosity of an outlander, "What was the previous hunt like?" ”

"In the past, bestiality was not widely spread, and hunters hunted sporadically in the dark shadows, avoiding crowds and panicking. But as bestiality became more frequent, the church set up hunting nights and began to allow hunters to hunt openly. ”

Gascoigne calmly recounted Yanan's past, and Rann listened quietly behind him.

The two were walking through a residential area, and now some residents tentatively opened the door, looking happy when they saw the sunlight in the sky.

The first residents to go out seemed to easily ignore the broken stone pillars and fences on the street and go about their daily lives.

His face also had a mess of fur like that of an animal, but it was nowhere near as thick. It appears to be a resident who was once threatened by an animalistic disease, but was eventually brought under control.

Lan En looked at all this with a slight frown, his eyes deep.

Is last night's monster really a bestial 'disease'?

The bestialized patients who had fallen on all fours seemed to have their bodies hollowed out by the messy hairs on their bodies.

Not only is the body skinny as woody, but it all relies on the skeleton to support the body. And in the abdomen, even the ribs are covered with black hairs, which are exposed from the abdominal cavity.

The fully exposed abdominal cavity has no organs, no intestines, only a hairy lumbar vertebrae with skin attached.

They don't have digestive organs, so there's no point in eating like crazy.

And they're just going to go crazy and bite flesh and spill blood.

This kind of change that does not follow biology at all, in Lan's eyes, is more akin to illogical 'curse' than 'disease'.

But then came the problem.

Yanan is a huge city with a population of less than a hundred thousand, and the bestiality disease has existed in this city for at least a few decades, according to Gascoigne, and it is getting worse.

What curse can be on this scale?!

In the wizarding world, it's enough to put a curse that has plagued a family for generations into a textbook for Erethusa!

A curse that can affect nearly a hundred people to the point of 'scare' is enough for the city's town hall to go to wizards and witchers!

If this was really a curse, then Rann couldn't imagine what kind of force was keeping the curse running.

"Originally, the first stop for foreigners seeking blood therapy should be to go to the healing church when they come to Yanan, and the clergy there will make a covenant for the stranger and then arrange the schedule of blood therapy, but it is inconvenient for you to come at the time."

Gascoigne didn't notice Lane's thoughts, and he led the way through the narrow, rugged alleys and alleys, speaking to Lane.

"After the night of the hunt, the church's manpower is spent on dealing with the hands and tails. I guess I don't even have the manpower to arrange a place for you to live. If you don't mind, you can go to my house today and take a break. After all, we took care of each other last night. ”

"Is this convenient?"

"Hehe, don't worry. I used to be a priest, and although I can't help others in the name of the church now, it's okay to help you. Viola also likes to have people visit her home. ”

After being freed from the hunt, Gascoigne reverted back to his mild-mannered former priest.

Lan moved his shoulders slightly, feeling the fatigue of his body, and finally nodded.

"Then I'll trouble you, Gascoigne. It was enough to keep me in the house for a few hours, and I was able to rest quickly. ”

"Oh my God." Gascoigne shook his head with a smile as he pressed his wide-brimmed hat.

"If it was as you say, Viola would have kicked me out of the house."

"You're honest enough to be honest, what Henrik said when he left made me a little nervous. I'll take the time to buy incense today, and I can feel a little more at ease with a good hunter at home. How about I owe you a favor? ”

Lan En's hand rested on the scabbard and tilted his head, feeling that it was no big deal.

"There's no need to say anything unkind, just to help you watch the door, let's decide."

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