"Sir, can you speak to me well?"

Lan stood outside the door of a room lit with a warning light, speaking to the people in the room.

His words seemed to touch on some misunderstanding, which made the man in the room laugh meanly.

"Hah! The outsiders are all bad-hearted, and you still expect decent people in the city to talk to you well? Oh, my lord, do you still want me to leave the door open so that you can share a safe room with me on this hunting night? ”

The man in the room scoffed.

"The strangers have brought the plague, and you should 'enjoy' it on this hunting night! Yokel! ”

Lan En scratched his cheek expressionlessly.

The 'enthusiasm' of the Yanan people is really hard to refuse, no matter how many times you experience it.

"If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will smash the warning light at your door and pour a thick layer of monster blood on your door by the way."

When the young man's flat voice sounded again, the mean, strange laughter in the room came to an abrupt end like a duck that had been twisted by its throat.

"You! How dare you. I."

The sense of superiority that 'I'm safe, you're not safe' on the night of the hunt collapsed in an instant, and the Yanan people's fear of the night of the hunt was aroused.

"I have come to Yanan without asking for anything from you, nor do I owe you anything. I'm not like the outlanders who point to Yanan for their lives, sir. ”

Lan En clasped his hands on his chest and said softly, but this flat tone made the people in the room dare not speak disrespectfully.

"I'm just a passerby, you can't expect a passerby to maintain a high moral standard in a strange city, right? The world should not be good enough to that extent. ”

Lan paused, giving the men in the room time to digest their emotions.

"So, can you answer the question well?"

"Yes, yes, sir."

His tone was still difficult when he said 'sir', and it was obvious that calling a foreigner 'sir' was not to his liking.

But it didn't matter, Lan didn't expect to have a good relationship with him, he just needed him to answer questions.

Soon, in the midst of the mental disorder, the man showed Lane a way to the cathedral.

Yanan's road conditions are too complicated, even if the cathedral is standing high there, Lan En has the athletic ability to climb the roof, but if he can't find the way, he can't find the way.

Yanan's architects can be said to be very superb.

After the question, Lan turned and left. He wasn't so stingy as to lead a bestialized patient to someone's door with a few curses.

At most, stay away.

Not a few steps away from the foul-mouthed man, the other side of the alley was also occupied.

Most of the windows have dimmed, but one has a warning light.

Lan En knocked in by as he passed by.

"The gentleman or lady inside, if you feel that you can't stay up at home tonight, you can go to the little church of Orton to take refuge, where the incense is abundant."

A surprised female voice came from the room.

"Oh? Sir, why are you. No, thank you for notifying. I thought you were the kind of person."

Lan understood what she meant.

"I'm not a natural murderer, ma'am. I'm not going to get mad at you just because you're a little close to someone who scolded me, you know? ”

"Oh, I see, my good sir."

The woman's voice in the room was relaxed, with a charm that had become a habit.

"It's not easy to meet a good Samaritan at this time. Orton Chapel? I know. Thanks for informing me, the rate at which incense is being consumed tonight does scare me a little. When the night of the hunt is over, I'll give you a good discount if you're interested in taking care of my business. ”

When it comes to 'business', the woman's tone is very ambiguous, which makes people think about it.

Prostitute worker?

Lann whistled silently.

It's really rare, Yanan, who reveals weirdness and abnormality everywhere, to see a regular staff member would actually make Lan En, who was not interested in it, feel a sense of relief.

It seems that the obsession with blood has not completely monopolized every desire of the Yanan people, at least the old people still retain other entertainment items.

Lan Enke couldn't have imagined that he would feel relaxed because he saw a familiar job in a strange world.

After pointing the way, Lane finally managed to make his way up the stairs before the cathedral.

The staircase is wide and high, and the cathedral above the staircase is also magnificent.

The church gate is also large, at least allowing the giant Sumyru to pass through easily.

The Gothic style of the church itself makes it seem complicated, pompous, and sacred.

Lane had no knowledge of architecture, so he didn't hesitate to step forward and start pushing the heavy door, opening a gap that allowed normal people to pass through.

There were no patrolling Sumeru people in front of the church, and there were no bestialized people roaming around.

This gives it the serenity of a hunting night.

But on a noisy and chaotic night, having tranquility itself seems so abnormal.

The soles of Lanne's boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the marble steps.

The sound echoed through the church, making it seem distant and empty.

On the porch that has just entered the church, there are two rows of strange statues standing on either side.

Misshapen limbs, skull like a hollowed-out walnut, holding a golden decorative spear in his hand.

This monster is the blood source of the healing church? The Old God?

No, not really. As the main object of worship, the old gods should be placed in the most important and conspicuous position in the church, which is just a group of gatekeepers.

But even so, this group of goalkeepers was enough to give Lan an initial understanding of the faith of the Healing Church.

Unlike the Meritelli faith in the wizarding world, the Healing Church doesn't seem to care at all about the appearance of the objects of its faith.

The strange ancient god made him appear strangely, and the believers who tasted the taste of blood healing would not abandon the enjoyment of blood healing because of the strangeness of the gods.

When he reached the hall of the church, Lan saw the most conspicuous sculpture on the altar.

It was a headless woman with angel wings, holding a water bottle and pouring water down.

The significance is unknown.

But in front of the statue, a thin white-robed figure was curled up on his knees, chanting some kind of prayer. Only a small candelabra at his side was beside him.

The sound of the prayer was blurred under the structure of the church, so that even the witcher's extraordinary senses could not fully hear it.

Vaguely, only a few words were captured by Lan En.

"Pursue the Holy Blood. However, mortals should pay attention to "

"You are so young and weak, you must always be wary of those blasphemous monsters whispering to you and luring you into the abyss. Mortals need to pay attention"

"If you lose your fear, no one will mourn for you anymore."

Lan's face turned grim, and he walked in the direction of the church agent with the same pace.

"So."

A flat, calm voice echoed in the church.

"You, the Healing Church, actually know that blood gives birth to monsters. Right? ”

"And then you are still implementing [blood therapy] throughout Yanan, just saying to the people 'be vigilant', and then you don't care about the risk of blood at all. Is that so? ”

The sound of steel blades being pushed out of its scabbards came from Lan's waist, crisp and cold.

The sound of prayer stopped suddenly.

The agent turned around in a kneeling position, his eyes under his pure white hood watching the intruder.

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