The hunters' abandoned workshop had nothing of value left for Rann to find.

After putting the leg bone of the old hunter engraved with the traces of the use of [Acceleration Technique] into his pocket, he put the doll into the alchemy leather bag.

Thanks to the fact that the body of the doll is very easy to fold, otherwise the volume of the two cubic meters of alchemy leather bag would have to be used up in half at once.

The doll is already a work of art.

When Lan En collects weapons and equipment from other worlds to satisfy his collecting habits, artwork is also a good object to collect.

Moreover, the production technology embodied in this doll can also be called 'groundbreaking' for the puppet industry in the wizarding world.

Although Lan En felt that he should not let the puppet researchers tear her down.

After all, she looks perfect, and deserves to be admired again and again in the window.

"Above this tower is the territory of the Choir"

Emerging from the abandoned hunter's workshop, Rann looked back at the tower.

Now Yanan's night sky had turned a strange, surging cyan color.

It was supposed to be a phenomenon when the moonlight was refracted by the tumbling clouds.

At least that's what Rann would rather convince himself of than 'being twisted by the power of the Old Gods'.

The tip of the tower reaches into the sky, and the spire of the Gothic building is like a needle piercing the sky.

According to the old hunter Henrik, the upper floors of the church town have been occupied by the choreographer.

The witcher turned away, not thinking of heading higher.

The old hunter was at least right: he was a foreigner who would have to leave sooner or later, so it was better not to have too much to do with the intricacies of the local forces if it was not necessary, and it was better not to even remember the name.

In this way, you can walk without worry.

When Lane returned to Orton's Chapel, he saw that Henrik was once again fully dressed and armed as a hunter.

It looks like it's going to be a big deal.

"We said let's go hunt a beast together, you shouldn't have forgotten, right?"

The old hunter's sawsaw was like an arm in his hand, and even the wrist that was used to restore the grip was very technical.

Lane wasn't a man of words, but he was now clasping his hands on his chest and frowning at Henrik, who was ready to go.

"If it's just a beast hunt, I'm fine, but . Your current gear doesn't look like you're going to deal with a beast. ”

As he said 'one head', Ran's tone intensified.

Henrik looked a lot bloated now, because his khaki hunter's leather coat was stuffed with props.

The blood collection bottles that are indispensable to the Yanan people, the bullet belts that hold mercury bullets, and some bottles and cans that Lan En has not touched for a while, so that he does not know them.

This is not like a swift and neat Yanan hunter, but like a traditional hunter who is ready to play 'hide and seek' with his prey in the mountains and forests for ten days and half a month.

"Wait until the beasts on that bridge are cleared." Henrik straightened the bullet belt in his coat and straightened his hat by the way. "I'll go with you to Byron Weiss."

Lanne's brow furrowed, "No kidding, Henrik. You can't do without it here. ”

"You think I'm joking?"

Henrik asked earnestly.

"Gascoigne is a good hunter, he can handle it. On the contrary, it is you, who are not familiar with the place, and you are going to run outside the city of Yanan. Do you know how difficult the road outside Yanan City is? ”

"You want to explore the knowledge of your Vision, but you need at least someone to bring you into Byron Weis, right? The place had been closed for decades. ”

Henrik didn't know that Lane went to Byron Weiss mainly to investigate the old gods' manipulation of time and make time flow again.

He only thought that it was the novel feeling of [Spiritual Vision] that drove the young man to continue to explore deeply.

But whether or not Len's actions helped them, Henrik decided to do him a favor.

The old hunter felt that he owed Lan En something, so he was ready to pay it back now.

After all, in his eyes, the young man is a foreigner who is about to leave at dawn and may never see him again for the rest of his life.

Lan En had no choice but to spread his hands. Having an acquaintance lead the way is really important in a terrain like Yanan.

The two of them walked through the streets of Yanan.

With a local as his guide again, Lane felt that they were walking smoothly.

Soon they walked out of the cemetery of Orton Chapel and came to the stone bridge in front of the gate of Church Town.

The bridge, which once erupted in riots and carnage at the beginning of Hunt Night, has now become a serene look.

The torn human body has been picked up by all kinds of bestial patients.

The four-wheeled carriage on the road was tilted crookedly, and the suitcases and all kinds of household goods were scattered on the road, and no one cared about it.

The horses pulling the cart had their bellies ripped open, exposing their ribs and entrails.

But the bestials don't seem to be interested in animals, and they want to bleed the humans of Yanan more than they want to bleed.

The smell here is already very bad.

The night of the hunt has caused more than a dozen incense sticks to burn in the Orton Chapel, which means that these corpses and blood have also been lying in the outside world for more than a dozen nights.

Henrik and Lane walked vigilantly in the scattered carriages and luggage.

The degree of decomposition of these corpses clearly contradicted his concept of time.

But because of the existence of the power of [Consciousness Interference], he just felt that something was wrong, but he had no intention of delving into other aspects.

Lane grabbed Henrik from behind a four-wheeled carriage that had flipped on its side.

The young man did not speak in the face of the old hunter who turned his head, but raised his head and pointed with his chin at the tall pillars on the side of the bridge.

Henrik's eyes, crushed into a slit by his tricorn hat and mask, looked at the huge beast crouching on the pillar with a complicated expression.

The monster was about the same size as Amelia had been beasted, except that it didn't have the holy white hair, but more like a normal bestiality.

Its left hand was deformedly enlarged, even to the point of dragging down its balance.

The gentle brushing of the huge claws against the pillars of the stone leaves several deep marks.

It has forked antlers on its head.

Although it is huge, standing on a high place, ordinary people do not have the extraordinary senses of demon hunters, nor do they have the subtle sensations brought by [Spiritual Vision], and they probably will not notice that there is a huge beast overhead staring at the bridge deck.

"Looks like you're not on the same page as the beast."

Lann lowered his voice and spoke calmly behind Henrik.

Want to share? It feels better to talk about it, generally speaking. But if you don't want to say it, I'm fine, we can get ready to work. ”

Henrik's mask heaved as his mouth opened and closed several times.

But the old hunter didn't say anything after all, but after sighing, his eyes became cold again.

"With fire paper, Molotov cocktails and gasoline bottles. Let's make this hunt end sooner. He was afraid of fire. ”

Yanan's hunters have always been ruthless when hunting.

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