Chapter 346 345. Burning
The night is passing, and the bright sunlight is overflowing from the horizon.
The abnormally huge moon last night was gradually obscured and faded in the sunlight.
The traces of the night of the hunt are being cleared.
The bodies of the hunters were collected and burned.
People dressed in various hunting attires gathered people from the streets and alleys, dragging their "accomplishnts" with them last night. Each person was holding one or several corpses of lycanthropic patients with thick black hair and deford bodies in their hands.
The hunters dealt with the lycanthrope who might have been an ordinary resident yesterday in silence and indifference.
They set up fires in various squares in the city, threw the corpses on their hands, poured gasoline on them, and lit them with a bang.
Lan En and Gascoigne dragged the normal corpses they had cleaned up last night to a small square and threw them on the fire with the other hunters.
Now young people can be sure that taciturnity is an occupational disease among the Yharnam hunters.
Dozens of hunters gathered together to work, but apart from the sound of the corpses of lycanthropic patients being dragged on the ground, there was no sound of human conversation.
Perhaps due to the subtle influence of the religious atmosphere in this city, even if the hunters set up a fire, they would set it up like they burned witches in the na of religion in the Middle Ages.
They even spontaneously set up a fra and tied the first corpse that ca to the fire to it, and then started to throw other corpses on top.
The flas burned, and the stinking blood sll of the lycanthropic patient was eliminated by the thick smoke.
None of the hunters said anything, they just watched the flas dancing on the fire indifferently.
The silence that makes people unable to help but beco solemn, the religious rack-like fire, and the corpses deford and lted in the fire
The combined scene is just like the first impression this city gave Lan En
A sense of filthy sanctity.
Seeing the pile of corpses burning more and more, hunters began to turn around and leave one after another.
Gascoigne also took Lan En to a remote path.
The fire is just left like that?
Lan En asked strangely on the road.
Although the city already looks like the Victorian era, with most buildings using stone bricks or concrete, there is still a lot of wood used.
Fires are a big problem, especially in Yanam.
But Gascoigne seed unconcerned.
"The church people will take care of the ss, they will clean the fire, and they will wash away the blood on the street. It's still dark now, but if you wait a little longer, when people go out, they will see an unchanged Yanan. "
As he said this, the priest laughed to himself.
Of course, this was the ideal situation a long ti ago.
"Oh?" Lan En showed the curiosity of a stranger, "What were the hunting conditions like in the past?"
"In the past, lycanthropy was not widely spread. Hunters carried out sporadic hunting in the dark shadows to avoid crowds and avoid panic. However, as the ergence of lycanthropy patients beca more and more frequent, the church established a hunting and killing system. At night, let the hunters hunt openly.
Gascoyne calmly recounted Yanans past, while Lan listened quietly behind him.
The two of them were walking through a residential area, and so residents were already tentatively opening their doors, looking happy after seeing the sunshine in the sky.
The first residents to go out seed to easily ignore the broken stone pillars and fences on the street and go about their daily lives. He also has ssy hair on his face like a lycanthrope, but it's not nearly as thick. It seems to be a resident who was threatened by lycanthropy but was finally controlled.
Lan En looked at all this with a slight frown, his eyes deep.
Is the monster last night really a disease of lycanthropy?
The lycanthropic patients were already on all fours, and their bodies seed to be hollowed out by the ssy hairs on their bodies.
Not only is he skinny in body shape, but he relies entirely on his fra to support his body shape. And on the abdon, even the ribs are covered with black hair, which is exposed from the abdominal cavity.
There are no organs or intestines in the completely exposed abdominal cavity, only a lumbar vertebrae with skin and hair on it.
They have no digestive organs, so even eating like crazy is aningless.
But they are going to bite the flesh crazily and splash blood.
This kind of change that does not follow biology at all, in Lan En's eyes, is actually more similar to an illogical "curse" than the term "disease".
But problems arise.
Yanan is a huge city with a population of less than a hundred thousand. According to Gascoigne, lycanthropy has existed in this city for at least several decades and is getting worse.
What curse could be of this magnitude? !
In the wizarding world, a curse that can plague a family for generations is enough to be included in Arethusa's textbooks!
A curse that can affect nearly a hundred people to the point of 'scaring' them is enough to make the city's city hall look for wizards and witchers!
If this is really a curse, then Lan En can't imagine what kind of power is keeping the curse running.
Originally, the first stop for foreigners seeking blood therapy when they co to Yanan is to go to the Healing Church. The clergy there will make a covenant with the foreigners and then arrange the blood therapy schedule, but the ti you ca is not convenient.
Gascoigne did not notice Lan En's thoughts. He led the way through the narrow and rugged streets and said to Lan En.
"After the hunting night, the church's manpower will be used to deal with the problem. It is estimated that there is no manpower to arrange accommodation for you. If you don't mind, you can go to my house to have a rest today. After all, we took care of each other last night.
Is this convenient?
"Haha, don't worry. I used to be a priest after all. Although I can't help others in the na of the church now, it's okay to help soone. Viola also likes people to visit her ho."
After breaking away from hunting, Gascoigne returned to the gentle ex-priest.
Lan En moved his shoulders a little, feeling the fatigue in his body, and finally nodded.
Thats my trouble, Gascoigne. Its enough to keep in the house for a few hours. I rest very quickly.
Oh my God. Gascoigne pressed his wide-brimd hat and shook his head with a smile.
If it goes according to your plan, Viola will kick out of the house.
"Just accept the hospitality honestly. To be honest, what Henrik said when he left made a little nervous. I will take ti to buy incense today. There is a skilled hunter at ho, so I can feel more at ease. . Just think that I owe you a favor, how about that?"
Lan En put his hand on the scabbard and tilted his head, feeling that it was no big deal.
"There's no need to say anything inhumane. I'm just looking after the door for you. We've made an agreent."
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