Watch as Henrik tuggs on one of Gascoigne's arms and hangs it on his shoulder, supporting him as he walks. Lan En's expression was a little helpless.

For Lanne's violent beating just now, neither the party Gascoigne nor the old hunter cared about it.

Suppress a beastly hunter and pull him back into human territory.

Normally, this would happen outside of the night of the hunt, and several hunters could be called in to deal with it.

But on this hunting night when even the city had collapsed, the two of them did it, and it was not easy.

No one could ask for anything more, Gascoigne was only grateful.

"Viola and the children are at the Yusevka clinic, I think you might as well send him there first."

The first half of the sentence is to explain the situation to Gascoigne, and it can be regarded as an explanation for his trust.

The second half of the sentence is addressed to Henrik.

The two of them had planned to join up with Gascoigne and gather the forces of three hunters to hunt a monster on the bridge in front of the gate of the church town.

But Gascoigne doesn't look like he can fight.

Rann didn't have to hunt monsters per se, he just had to go to the church town to check things out and figure out what the power that made time stand still and make people realize that it was wrong.

He had access to the church town from the Orton Chapel above.

"If you make up your mind that you want that monster to rest in peace, you can come back to the chapel to find me when you get Gascoigne there, and I'll help."

The witcher gestured to Henrik.

The old hunter bowed his head in silence for a moment, then he reached out and pressed his three-cornered hat and nodded up and down towards Lanne. Agreeing to the plan, it is also a salute to the witchers who have given a helping hand.

The old hunter helped the priest away, and the two of them looked staggering, but Lane wasn't too worried.

The road leading from here to the Yusefka clinic had already been cleared by them, and as long as it wasn't particularly unlucky, there was no reason why Henrik couldn't deal with it when he encountered an oversized monster.

He is an old hunter, and his rich experience is the most powerful fighting power of a hunter.

After a bloody battle, Orton's Cemetery was once again invaded by cold air.

The mist that crept on the ground gathered here, giving the thick blood on the ground a layer of ice crystal-like texture.

Lan turned and walked up the stairs.

Above the Olden cemetery is the Olden Chapel, which he was shown by Henrik yesterday.

Re-entering the chapel was the same as last night, as if the abrupt night of the hunt had not affected the place at all.

Porcelain and clay pots of various sizes and shapes are placed in the corners of the chapel, some with burning candles on them.

Wax tears were piling up on the lid of the jar along the candle.

The smell here is very strong, which is probably why the chapel has not been disturbed.

Even as Gascoigne slashed and slashed in the cemetery below, turning the dust into bloody mud, there were no bloodthirsty bestials to make it up the stairs.

It's safe now, and if Yusevka can't take in too many people, it's a safe refuge.

Lann thought as he walked into the chapel.

But just as he passed by the pile of jars in front of the church.

"Well, is it a hunter?"

Lan En looked at his side in surprise.

"Who are?"

That's the one. Hag?

That's how Lan can describe his first impressions.

Her arms were long, misshapenly long, and deformably thin. There seemed to be no fat or muscle under the wrinkled skin, and this thinness made her joints look thick.

She was dressed in a tattered red robe, and her whole body was prostrate on the ground, like a dead thing.

Lan looked at the marks around her and felt that she had been here for a long time.

Probably the man was watching from the sidelines when he and Henrik passed by last night.

It's just that the smell of smoke in the chapel is so strong, and her own heartbeat is so weak that Lan doesn't even notice her.

"Me? I'm just a, a man living in a chapel. You're a hunter, aren't you? Sorry, the incense overshadows your smell. I'm sorry, hee-hee. ”

Lan En's brow furrowed slightly, looking down at the prostrate man on the ground.

Her voice was old, but not yet stumbling. The reason for her intermittent speech is mainly her cautiousness.

She seemed to realize that her status was very low, so she unconsciously laughed in her words, and hesitated.

Will the people of Yananli discriminate against this old man to such an extent?

"I'm not hunting. No, you're good with me. Is there anything you can help with? ”

Lan En half-crouched down, and then he realized that the old man's eyes were cloudy white, obviously invisible.

"No, no, no, it's not that I need help."

She humbly denied it.

"You are a well-meaning hunter, and this hunt has left many people hiding indoors, waiting for the night to pass like this, and now and forever. But it's not going to pass so quickly, at least not this time. Now even the townspeople who are hiding in their houses have deteriorated. ”

Her words were slurred because she felt low, but not only did not make people feel the pleasure of looking down.

On the contrary, in this night, there is a kind of horror.

"The screams of women, the stench of blood, the roars of monsters. These are not uncommon. Yanan is going to be finished. But."

As she spoke of the city's coming to an end, Lane felt like she was going to cry out in fear. But then, she changed her mind.

"If you meet someone who is still sane outside, tell them to come to Orton Chapel. It's safe, there's plenty of incense, it's going to drive away the beasts, and it's for everyone to come. If you don't find it troublesome. Hee-hee. ”

Lan En listened quietly to the old man's chatter.

At first, he only thought that the old man was a guy who wanted to help others, although because of the tone of voice, he looked like an old witch with a strange smile.

But that's actually a flattering sneer.

But the more he heard it, the more strange Lan En's expression became.

'In the past' can also be understood as she experienced the burning of the old Yanan.

'Needless to say', everything is playing out on the night of the hunt.

But.'forever'?!

This guy sensed the passage of time and acted passively?!

Lan En was a little unsure, because the people on Yanan's side were a little bit of a riddler when they were not familiar.

And after finishing speaking, there is always a different kind of laughter with unknown meaning.

It's impossible to tell if he's serious when he's talking or if he's teasing something.

"How much incense have you used here tonight, old woman?"

Lan En asked calmly.

"Woo burn two pieces at a time, I've used six pieces, kind hunter."

"Six pieces, that's what could have burned for three nights, right? And the incense is produced in the church town, and the incense in the chapel hasn't been cut corners, and it's possible that we've spent three nights burning incense, right? ”

The old woman's body stiffened slightly, but then it returned to normal.

"Ah, you're a sober man again, good hunter?"

"Did you just come to your senses this time? You must have a lot of questions, but alas, I'm just staying in this little church. No matter how many times, I just stayed here. ”

"If there's anything you want to do, if there's anything you want to know, ask me if you can't get anything. Please, please do your best, hee-hee. ”

(End of chapter)