"'How many times'? You mean, the night was not only stalled, but even."

"Ah, yes, yes. Just as you think. ”

Faced with the witcher's frowning question, the old man who was prostrate on the ground replied calmly.

"From a day ago to tonight. Again and again. ”

"We don't know what the power of time wants, but we can be sure that if we don't get the result He wants, there will be no end tonight."

"How many people are aware of this?"

"Not much. Hee-hee, not much. Most of them are hunters, but their numbers are getting smaller and smaller each time, which is also common sense that hunters are already tired in hunting, and now it is an endless night of hunting, hehe."

As for who was sober, the old man in the red robe couldn't speak clearly.

But Lan was sure that the hunter in the birdfeather cloak should be one of them.

Thinking of this, the witcher sighed.

It's a pity that he doesn't know where she is now, otherwise he might be able to directly get a talk about the experience of many backtracks in the past through communication.

"Thanks, I at least understand."

Lan En stood up from his half-crouched state and thanked the red-robed old man.

"If I meet other people, I will tell them to come and take refuge. But time will always go back, and your help to them"

Your help doesn't make sense to them.

Lane wanted to say that.

But the old man didn't care at all.

"Even if it only gives them a moment of peace, I'm going to do something, right? I've always wanted to be able to help others. Hee-hee. ”

Whether it makes sense to those who are not sober or not, this is what the old man himself decides to do.

It makes sense to her.

In many cases, there is no need for a reason to help others.

Lan nodded calmly and walked out of the chapel.

Beyond the chapel is a small circular square that led Henrik to Orton's chapel with Lanne.

On the night of the last hunt, the clergy patrolling here also made a deep impression on Lanen.

They are generally tall, but their skin is as pale as dust.

Obviously not normal humans, Lan En only thinks that they are a humanoid intelligent race that cooperates with humans in this world.

Just like the dwarven banker who opened a bank in Virgin.

"Sir, can you show me how to get to the cathedral?"

Lan politely questioned an alien cleric carrying an oil lamp and a pestle and a cane.

But the clergy, who was supposed to provide guidance to the faithful and a good impression to those outside the sect, was now hollow with their leaden white face.

He held up the oil lamp in his hand, and the flame in the glass light box sprayed out in a sputter as if it had been pulled by some force.

And at the moment when the other party made a move, Lan En's [Kunn Law Seal] directly blocked the first wave of heat.

Then the Ignidhama Seal reversed and took control of these flames.

The handprint stretched forward so that the flames were like a backing tide, but instead enveloped the clergy.

His woolen coat became fuel in an instant, burning his flesh.

Lan En frowned as he watched the clergy struggle with their teeth and claws, and then gradually became sleepy and weak in the flames.

However, unlike normal creatures who die from fire, he does not make any sound, even though he shows a considerable degree of pain in his limbs.

Screaming, swearing, cursing. Not even a muffled grunt!

In the agony of burning alive, silence is contrary to the nature of living beings.

"Hell yes!"

The chaotic magic in his body quickly recovered, but Lan En's expression was not good-looking.

He thought that the bestialized patients outside the church town were weird enough, who knew that the church town was full of this kind of goods, even if they died, it would make people's hearts chill?

Looking up at the staircase that stretched upwards, and the many clergy wandering on the stairs, Lan En pursed his lips.

Let's find another way first, and wait for the hard persimmon to gnaw later.

The witcher found another way down in this small square that extended in all directions.

The view of the church town is good, and compared to other locations in Yanan, there are still a lot of open spaces here that are used for decorative greenery.

It's just that in this cold and bloody night, the green branches and leaves look withered and weird.

The other path is much easier, with only a few ordinary patients who have not even developed a severe form of zootification.

There are also a number of residents living in the church town, and even if they stay at home, they can't stop the progression of their illness after running out of incense.

Once Rann had cleared out the weak enemies, he walked onto a platform with some kind of altar.

A blonde hunter dressed in a hunter's outfit with a curtain of the Holy Cloth of the Healing Church on his back was kneeling in front of the altar and whispering a prayer.

It looks very religious.

Lanne pressed his hand to the scabbard at his waist, and it was better to deal with a single enemy of his size, or Arondaet.

The witcher tentatively approached him and greeted him.

"Hello?"

He couldn't be careful, the situation in the church town was different from Yanan outside, and the clergy who were about to kill people at sight did not have the slightest stench of wild beasts.

Taste is not here to distinguish friend from foe.

But you can't give up the opportunity to ask for directions, after all, Yanan understands the road conditions.

Thankfully, the blonde hunter made Lan feel like he wasn't home yet.

"You, sir."

The blonde man's tone was tinged with enthusiasm.

"Oh, you're a new hunter, aren't you? Ha, don't be embarrassed, I know, it's exactly the same as when I first started. ”

When he turned around, Ryan saw him in full.

Very typical blonde and blue-eyed white people.

The hunting suit on his body is supposed to belong to the Healing Church, but the equipment on his body is a bit heavier than the hunter's suit that generally pursues lightness.

Although in Lan En's eyes, this can still only be called an ultra-lightweight cloth armor.

The blonde man's rationality and enthusiasm brought Lan a little closer, which made him look even happier.

"It's rare to hear the voice of reason on this night."

"Just call me Alfred, sir. I am a follower of Master Logarius, a hunter of the Filthy Blood, what about you? ”

The blonde Alfred held out his hand, and Lane stepped forward to shake it.

Even though he was wearing leather gloves, Lan En could still feel it from the obvious calluses on his palms, this was a guy who used heavy weapons.

"Lanne, just call me Lanen." Withdrawing his hand, the witcher had some doubts in his heart.

Filthy Bloodline? Does it mean that someone who uses other blood for blood therapy?

Lane remembers the concept that Dr. Yusevka popularized for him.

In the context of healing the church, "filth" and "blasphemy" refer to unruly behavior in blood healing.

But this topic is obviously related to the beliefs of the man in front of him, and Lan En does not want to easily talk about speculation.

To say something wrong is to be offensive to a believer.

Ran's response made Alfred even more enthusiastic, and he tugged at Ranne's withdrawn hand, then shook it up and down vigorously before letting go.

"Ah, hello, Lanne. We hunt with different goals, but we are all hunters, and hunters should exchange experiences with each other to make their skills more sophisticated and closer to the goal of hunting, right? ”

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