"Calm down, Henrik."

Lane pressed his hands down in front of him, signaling for Henrik to calm down.

At the same time, his cat's eyes and the eyes under the old hunter's three-cornered hat look at each other motionlessly, which will increase the sense of trust.

Sure enough, under Lan En's series of movements, the old hunter's originally heavier and heavier wheezing voice gradually subsided.

The palm of the hand that tightly grips the handle of the sawsaw also relaxed a little.

"It's . What's going on? Viola, where are the children? ”

Henrik's voice was drier and stiffer than it had been when they met last night. The foul-smelling blood stains on the fur coat were dry and wet, wet and dry, and had become a thick and sticky layer.

It looks like he hasn't rested until now, which isn't good news.

The constant killing without rest brings a heavy exhaustion, and the human spirit can not stand it.

And the situation after a hunter's mental breakdown. Lan En had already dealt with it himself.

The crow hunter was standing sideways at this time, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Lane pointed to the door next to Henrik, where a note had also been posted by Ovilla.

"The night is too long, Henrik. Gascoigne's incense couldn't hold up, so I had to send them away first."

"You let them out on the night of the hunt?!"

Henrik asked, reaching down to remove the note from the door.

After seeing the familiar immature handwriting, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The whole person's skeleton was loose, and it looked like it was shrinking.

Lan watched calmly as the old hunter's mood ebbed and fell.

"No way, Henrik. It's better than just holding on here. They are now in Dr. Yusevka's clinic, which is quite safe. ”

Lane walked past the Raven Hunter to Henrik and patted him on the shoulder.

This kind of normal and gentle physical contact, which was different from the fight with the bestialized patients, made Henrik's spirit feel a little comforted.

The old hunter cheered up, and only then did he turn his attention to the third hunter in the room.

"Why are you here, Erin?"

The old hunter's eyes became repulsive and wary, staring at the crow hunter.

"There's no prey for you here, only the corpse of a mad hunter still lying outside."

The Raven Hunter Irene's tone hadn't changed, it was still the same meaningful but indifferent tone.

"yes, I'm surprised that there's no prey for me here. Hehe, it's weird. ”

Lane and Henrik were confused, as if they were saying, 'There should be my prey here, that's why I'm here.'"

But why did she feel that way?

"It's time for you to go hunting, Erin, and have fun."

Henrik couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't think much about it and bluntly gave the order to evict the guest.

There had been enough strange things that night, and he wasn't prepared to explore every strange thing.

After a moment of silence between the eyes under the beak mask and Henrik, the Raven Hunter walked out of the room quietly like a ghost.

Ryan saw the hunter's weapon in a passing glance.

It was a sharp blade that resembled a combination short knife.

In terms of structure and size, it doesn't look like it was used to hunt wild beasts. It looks like it's used to hunt humans.

After Erin was gone, Lan asked Henrik calmly.

"She's the Cleanser within the Hunters?"

"Hmm." Henrik had no intention of hiding it. "She's the hunter in charge of hunting mad hunters, so we can't get along with her."

"Then it seems that we are lucky to let her leave with nothing."

Lan En spread his hands and said with a smile.

He wasn't hostile to Erin. He stayed away from Yanan's blood, and didn't think he would go berserk and become a beast.

"I suggest you go to Dr. Yusevka's to rest, you look tired."

Henrik listened to Len's suggestion and was a little moved.

He felt tired very quickly tonight, and he was already as tired as if he had been busy for several days before the night had started.

And Viola and the children, staying with an ordinary doctor, are not particularly insured

"Nope." The old hunter hesitated for a moment, then shook his head at last.

"I was going to ask Gascoigne for help, but now that I've met you, can you help me hunt one or a monster together?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "You encountered a monster that you can't handle?" ”

Henrik seemed reluctant to say much about the 'monsters' themselves.

So he just continued in an old and deep voice, "It is now hovering on the bridge leading to Church Town, and it is difficult to enter Church Town without it. ”

"Gascoigne should be waiting for me at the cemetery in Orton's chapel, as is customary for both of us. We can join together like we did last night, and then we can go hunt that 'monster'. It's safer this way. ”

Henrik was scathing in his description of the 'monster', and he clearly didn't want to call the enemy a 'monster'.

Lan En was keenly aware of this, but he didn't mean to ask more.

On this night, many things are not hard to imagine.

"Then let's go to Gascoigne first, I have to point him to the clinic and meet his family before I can complete the entrustment."

The young man pressed his hand on the hilt of his knife and said in a relaxed tone that he was the first to go out.

"Lanne."

"What?"

"Thanks, really."

Hearing the old man's deep voice behind him, Lan En shook his head.

"Although I haven't been in contact with you for a long time, I can imagine that it should be quite rare for you to say 'thank you', so I think it's an honor."

——

The heavy hunter's axe, unfurled with a spark with the 'click' of the mechanism, turned into a long-roded axe.

The brutal blade of the axe slashed off his head, and the shoulder blade of an bestialized patient was directly chopped apart, and its arm holding a carpenter's saw flew sideways and smashed onto a crooked stone tombstone.

Pieces of flesh with blood and bones smashed into the stones, making a 'snapping' sound of blood slapping.

"Monsters are monsters everywhere."

There are so many monsters in the secluded cemetery that they can't be killed, and they can't be killed

Gascoigne gasped hard through his nostrils.

He was not tired, but instinctively in his body, eager to expose his olfactory cells to the smell of blood.

The blood of these foul-smelling beasts, the blood of these sweet Anans is getting thicker and thicker. The smell is getting stronger.

But that's not enough! The smell of blood isn't strong enough!

The more beasts that gather here, the fewer beasts will be on the streets, and the safer his family will be.

We have to keep killing until we kill all these beasts!

Where did Henrik go? He's too slow tonight, too slow.

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