Gascoigne walked away, along the uncovered and unguarded canal outside his window.

Today's sunshine is good, but it seems that because the traces of last night's hunt have not been cleaned up, Yanan people walking on the road are sparse.

And just a few people who are sparsely la, there is also anxiety and panic on their faces.

They carried the daily necessities and incense they had just bought in their arms, and then hurried to the next target.

Lann took one last look at the street through the crack in the door that was about to close.

The atmosphere of anxiety and panic in the city was so thick that it was exhausting, and there was no time to hide it.

"Lann, you've worked hard, you can go and rest."

With a duster in her hand, Viola, who had just finished dusting up, said to Rann with a smile.

"If there's something, I'll call you. Rest assured, Gascoigne will sleep in the morning after the night of the hunt, and the kids and I will be quiet. You will sleep well. ”

As the hunter's wife, Viola's family has adjusted their routines for this job.

Lan En looked at the two little girls who were still playing quietly on the side, and nodded slightly.

"I'll go and rest, Lady Viola. Whatever happens, please wake me up when Gascoigne returns. ”

"Of course, you said yes, didn't you?"

Viola easily agreed.

Lan En turned and entered the room, and the Sword of the Lake Maiden was leaned against the head of the bed while the man lay on the bed.

On the reassuring, soapy bed, his sleepiness began to rise.

"That's not right, Mentos? I. Tired so fast"

"Sir? I can't check anything out, this"

The intelligent voice of the bio-intelligent brain seems to be farther and farther away in the mind.

Lan's consciousness sank into a deep sleep, as if he had sunk into the depths of the ocean.

I don't know how long it took, but a faint floral fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

He woke up in a daze.

The first thing you notice is not the soapy futon, but the hard stone bricks.

Lan cautiously propped himself up from the ground, looking at the scene in front of him a little confused.

This is not a guest room in Gascoigne's house, but a . The garden in front of the chapel? Or a cemetery?

There are a few white unknown flowers on the ground, and in the corners of this small courtyard, there are tombstones of different shapes.

Lann wasn't quite sure if the only building in front of him was a church, but judging by the appearance, it was indeed a small church.

But when you look inside along the opening from the outside, it doesn't look like a prayer utensil, but more like a handicraft workshop.

The moon in the sky was as bright and close as last night's hunting night. The phases of the moon appear to be very unusual.

Someone is watching me?

The sudden feeling made Lan En frown.

But when he looked to the side with his feelings, what he saw was. A doll?

A doll that resembles a maiden.

Lan felt that the scene was even more unusual.

Why do I feel like a puppet is looking at me?

Although that doll is unusually realistic.

She sat under the chapel steps, slender and pale.

She was dressed like a Victorian maid, with white lace-trimmed cuffs, a small cape-like shawl, a long skirt that reached the ankles, and calfskin boots underneath.

On the pale hair, there are also headscarves and hats that the maids use when they work.

However, unlike the black and white outfits of the maids, her clothes are blood-red and brown-black.

Lan En paced past, approaching and observing the puppet.

She is almost a real person in appearance, and even her eyelids are like real people.

However, the exposed fingers deliberately retain the traditional puppet technique and use spherical joints.

Lan felt that if it weren't for the intentional differentiation, then the puppeteer could have made his fingers look like real people.

If it weren't for Lan's meticulous observation, he would probably have stepped forward to try to talk to the puppet.

If it weren't for Lan's meticulous observation, he would probably have stepped forward to try to talk to the puppet.

The maker of this doll must have poured what can be called paranoid beliefs into the doll.

Lan only observed it for a moment, and then walked straight into the chapel.

The scene here is indeed similar to Lanne's observations, not so much a church as a church-shaped workshop.

What looked like a heavy box lay around, with several tables and tools involved in different crafts lying around.

With his experience playing cards with Fergus and Yuna, Lane managed to recognize some of the tools used to strengthen his weapons, but he was confused about the rest.

"How did you get there?"

Lann, who was rummaging through the tools, suddenly spoke, and he suddenly put down what he was doing and turned to another door in the room.

"I'm pretty sure there's no second living person here but me. I'm pretty confident in how I feel. ”

The squeak of a wheelchair rolling suddenly came from the doorway facing Lane.

It was very abrupt, not from far to near, as if it suddenly appeared at the door.

In a wheelchair sat an old man dressed in an old dress with an equally old, frayed hat.

One of his feet has disappeared, and he uses a wooden prosthetic leg to keep both legs of equal length.

"How did it happen? It's a strange question. The old man lowered his head and said in a low and slow voice.

"You broke into the garden I was guarding, and asked me how I got there."

"The garden you guard? With all due respect, are you a mage, a wizard or something? ”

Lan En leaned against the workbench at this time and asked calmly.

He'd seen in books the use of illusion to build a large fairytale amusement park, and this space was a similar product of this spell?

"If I upset you, then I can say that I will leave in no time. As long as I leave this illusion, I will also leave Yanan. ”

"Illusion? Dreamland? Something about the same, you think, that's fine. ”

The old man said on crutches in a wheelchair.

"But leaving Yanan? Why do you think that after breaking into someone's garden and startling someone, you just need to get out and be done? ”

Lan En's brow furrowed: "That is. Do you want 'compensation'? ”

"Not much, not much, hehe." The old man took over the conversation and said with a smile.

His head was down, and the brim of his tall hat made it impossible for Lan to see his expression.

"You're a hunter, aren't you, young man? It's so nice, energetic and skilled. If you can join the hunt night, then it's a 'reparation', how about it? ”

"The night of the hunt is over, just last night."

"In the past? Hehe, there will always be again, there will always be again, Yanan always needs to hunt the night. ”

"As long as you participate in the hunt night as a Yanan, you can take whatever you want in this workshop, including the doll at the door."

The old man's low, slow words revealed a sense of temptation.

"It's not easy for outsiders to be in Yanan, but it only takes a little blood. Inject a little blood into the body, and we can make a pact, and you will be a pure Yanan person. ”

"Sounds tempting." Lan En tilted his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

"But man, I don't want to be Yanan, and I don't have much interest in puppets, so."

Lan En didn't finish his words, just spread his hands.

The old man sighed as well. "So, you refuse to pay compensation?"

"Well, that's true. It's a shame. ”

"Yes, I think it's a pity too."

Lan's center of gravity sank slightly, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and his body temperature began to rise.

The cat's eyes stared at the old man who seemed to have fallen asleep with his head down.

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