Chapter 1332 Echoes of the Past 1304

Chapter 1332 1304. The remnants of the past

Lan En didn't know how to appease the murdered son of God, so he could only perform some simple rituals according to the knowledge of the demon hunter, using the methods of appeasing children who died young or died violently.

He took out some lotus root, lavender, and five or six other medicinal materials from the alchemical leather bag on his waist, and simply built a small fire and lit it.

The incense of these herbs has the effect of soothing the souls of the dead and purifying evil thoughts in a mystical sense.

There was already salt in the sea water, so he didn't need to sprinkle salt around Kos's body to surround his body with the ocean.

Finally, after placing the still smoking ashes of the fire on the boat, Lan En stepped on the dirty sea water and pushed the boat further away step by step.

Under the deep moonlight, the lit candles and incense sparks on the boat were swaying in light and dark.

"Do you want to say something?" Lan En waded back in the water, looked at the boat drifting away, and whispered to Adeline and Maria behind him. "You have to say something to send the dead away."

"Us?" Maria looked at the dwindling candlelight on the boat in ecstasy, her tone cold and self-deprecating, "We have committed irreparable sins, how can we still give a eulogy now?"

Lan En didn't speak, just stood.

Adeline, on the other hand, held Maria's arm tightly and looked at her pleadingly.

Although she refused, Maria still took a deep breath, raised her hand and took off the three-cornered hat with swan feathers on her head, put it on her chest and opened her mouth to the boat going away.

"O sweet son of Kos, return to the sea."

Maria's voice was hard and dry, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hat on her chest.

"Unfathomable curses, unfathomable oceans, full acceptance of all that is and is possible."

The voice was difficult due to regret and apology, but at the end it had a calm acceptance of reality and punishment.

"Return to the body of your ocean mother."

The dirty waves swayed, rocking the boat as if it were a crib.

Until finally, the candlelight and incense on the boat disappeared on the other side of the sea level without a trace.

It's over. The curse from the murdered Son of God.

The moon in the sky seemed to suddenly become a lot brighter, and the large dark clouds that originally covered the moon dispersed as if they were forced back by the light.

The moonlight shot out a beam of light from the gap in the dark clouds, illuminating the people on the shore and the body of Kos.

"It's a great eulogy."

But just when the three people present were still looking at the distance of the sea level in trance, an old and calm voice spoke gently from behind them.

"This is a fitting eulogy for the orphan, Maria."

The huntress suddenly turned around, and Adeline staggered around as she led her around.

[The First Hunter] Gehrman was sitting next to Kos's body, in a wheelchair that appeared at an unknown time.

The old hunter was like any aging old man, with a hunched back, as if his spine had no strength to support his body.

A normal foot and a wooden prosthetic leg, standing on the pedals of a wheelchair, with a crutch in his hand.

"teacher?"

Maria slowly put on her three-cornered hat and asked uncertainly.

Geman, as a huntress whom he personally taught, it can even be said that there should be no one in all of Yharnan who is more familiar with him than Maria.

But why is the old man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him so haggard?

And why do you appear here silently at this moment?

"You seem to have many questions for me, dear Maria."

Germann, this old hunter who not long ago personally delivered the body of the Son of God to the cathedral in the church town, watched the people there dissected, went crazy, and finally left quietly.

At this moment, he seemed to be dying, lowering his head as he spoke, the brim of his top hat drooped down, almost covering his eyes, and he seemed to have no energy to put it back in order.

But no matter how abnormal German's behavior was at this time, for Maria, this was the mentor she had always wanted to find and the spiritual support she had always wanted to find in this drastic change of only one day.

Different from the free and easy style in the past, when the Blood Noble wears his tricorn hat, he subconsciously puts on the hat a little deeper because he exerts more force than usual.

"Teacher" Maria took a step forward hesitantly and asked tangledly. "In this day, I saw so many things, so many things."

"The patients with gray blood in the research hall have bugs in their blood! [Blood therapy] cannot save people, but instead feeds the bugs!"

"And there are hunters! The hunter who just put the blood collection bottle into the vein of his thigh! He went crazy! He turned into a beast right in front of my eyes!"

“Can’t [Blood Therapy] cure everything?!”

"I originally knew and understood the healing church, [blood therapy], gray blood disease, and lycanthropy! But what are they now?"

She thought she knew everything, but in just one day, everything she witnessed with Lan En told Maria: What you think is never what those things really are.

Under this impact, Maria was still able to keep her tone trembling slightly, and overall she was still calm. It was already the cold feeling of being a Yharnam hunter that was suppressing her.

But as Maria's closest mentor, Geman didn't seem to hear his student's self-doubt and emotional breakdown hidden under the calm.

His top hat just nodded up and down stiffly and slowly.

"I haven't been asked questions by you for a long time."

"I didn't expect that this time, you didn't indulge in the research center, but came here instead."

"This is not what the 'normal you' would do. You must have been influenced by someone."

Maria frowned fiercely, and at the same time, the hand holding the handle of the [Fallen Leaf] knife at her waist clenched fiercely.

"Teacher"

She didn't understand what these words meant, what was the 'normal me', what was 'this time'?

But Geman slowly raised his head at this time, and his eyes under the brim of the top hat did not fall on his student.

Instead, he passed Maria directly, and in the sound of the waves, he looked at the back of the demon hunter who was facing the sea.

The sound of boots stepping on the sea water sounded, and Lan En turned around at this time.

Under the moonlight, the sea breeze blew his hair like a ball of dancing silver.

"You actually dared to come back, ha, ha ha ha."

The old voice laughed in a low voice.

"You are a wicked guest who broke into someone else's garden without permission and then ran away. Don't you feel guilty or afraid at all? Even a little bit?"

Lan En lowered his eyes and chuckled indifferently.

"After all, I didn't expect that the person who was in my dream would appear in front of me alive now."

"【First Hunter】, Geman."

He was also the wheelchair old man who wanted him to inject the blood of Yharnam when Lan En fell asleep when he first arrived in Yharnam!

Geman, who saw Lan En again, only said this sentence and no longer cared about it. He looked at Maria, who was still cold and calm on the surface, but was actually about to collapse.

"You want to know a lot of things? Okay, you are my best student, I will tell you."

Then, Geman told the truth to Maria and Adeline beside her.

The research hall is a place for studying the parasites obtained from Kos's corpse.

Gray blood disease? Gray blood disease is just like what Lan En said, it is a man-made plague that the Healing Church deliberately spreads and increases the scope of infection in order to explore the knowledge contained in the disease.

Treating the disease is not the goal, the disease itself is a means of exploring mysteries, a research method.

The patients in the research hall will definitely not come out alive from the moment they enter to receive the so-called "treatment".

Everyone will die, the only difference is whether their illness provides fresh knowledge for the research of the Healing Church.

As Geman narrated calmly and without any waves, Maria's leather gloves made a "creaking" sound when they were clenched on the handle of [Fallen Leaves].

At this moment, in her mind, the words that the patients had said to her and the words she said to the patients began to emerge uncontrollably.

"Ms. Maria, my head hurts! Is it going to explode? Is it?"

"Ms. Maria, hold my hand, please!"

The patients accepted Maria's comfort, or it was because of Maria's comfort that they were able to hold on during the painful treatment or research process.

Maria also planted many bright tree flowers in the garden of the research hall. She hoped that these flowers, which she liked the most, could bring comfort to the patients with their fragrance.

Sincere treatment can be felt by people.

So because of Maria's solemn promise, the patients believed that as long as they held on, there would always be hope of curing the disease.

And her mentor

Under the shadow of the tricorn hat, Maria's blood-red eyes were unbelievable, and she looked at Geman sitting in the wheelchair with grief and suspicion.

His most trusted mentor. He knew everything!

He watched those patients go to endless painful deaths because of their trust in him.

He was really stupid!

Before, when facing Ludwig, who only had a head left but still believed in the Healing Church, Maria just felt that he was deceived and pitiful.

But what about this moment?

Ludwig, who always believed in the Healing Church, and herself, who always believed in the mentor. Is there really any difference?

"Bang!"

The mercury bullet was fired from the finely carved musket, but when it was shot at the old man in the wheelchair, it seemed to pass through an illusion.

Nothing was hit, and in the end the mercury bullet was buried in the sand on the beach.

Maria's hand holding the gun was shaking abnormally.

But Geman, he even had the leisure to turn around with this stiff and old body and look at the crater.

"Yes, Maria will do this."

The old hunter's tone was even a little nostalgic.

"But it's a pity. It's a pity that you are just a bunch of remnants of the past."

"Nothing can be done."