Chapter 1337 1309 Familiar People

Chapter 1337 1309. Familiar People

After he had finished talking to Henrik, Lan En had time to say a few words to the red-robed witch who had been sitting at the entrance of the Orton Chapel.

Words for the ‘awake’ ones.

“You’re back, Lan En? This is really not a good time. Hee, hee, hee.”

Already like a dead tree, with her thin and deformed arms still raised as if she was worshipping something, the red-robed witch still looked like a dangerous person from her appearance.

But fortunately, Lan En understood the genuine warmth under this terrifying appearance.

“I’ll just think of it as you saying hello to me.”

The demon hunter waved his hand nonchalantly and half-crouched in front of the red-robed witch.

“It’s not up to me to decide whether to come or not. I can’t help myself, haha.”

Yarnam was in the blood moon, but Lan En was still in a good mood because he saw an old friend and made a joke.

After the joke, the demon hunter's smile faded, and he lowered his voice and asked in the empty chapel.

"How long have I been away? How is the situation now?"

"The concept of time that normal people use to describe time has no meaning in Yharnam now." The red-robed witch said weakly as before.

"Then use the number of incense sticks to express it." Lan En responded quickly, or rather, this was the way of expressing time that he and Mentos discovered when they came to Yharnam last time.

In this city where even time is distorted and played with by the dreams of the ancient gods, the unconscious people only think that this is a long and cruel hunting night, just one night.

The awake hunters may have forgotten their own concept of time because they have been in the distorted time for too long.

If you explain the concept of time such as 'one day, one month' to them, they may be confused and unable to understand.

Sure enough, when it comes to the number of incense sticks, the red-robed witch has a better concept.

Her finger, like a strange branch, pointed to one side of the chapel of Orton.

"The jars and incense in there have all been burned out."

She said with concern, clasping her hands together as if praying to something.

"Although Henrik, Gascoigne, and Irene would bring back some when they hunted outside, it was still too little."

"Since you ended the time travel, the incense here will not appear again."

"Alas, Irene and I have been in the time travel for too long, and we have forgotten that humans will consume a lot of things if they leave the time travel and live normally."

Lan En listened and turned his head to look around while squatting.

In the small church of Orton, nearly half of the area was filled with large and small pottery jars, all crowded against the wall.

And the place where the red-robed witch pointed was a pile of jars of medium size.

Just a quick glance, Mentos roughly calculated the amount of incense consumed based on the data.

"Half a year."

Lan En estimated in his mind.

Although there were hunters going out to find supplies during this period, the number was not large and there was no impact, just a difference of one or two months.

The situation is not optimistic.

This is the first reaction of the demon hunter after estimating the time.

This is not because the monsters are vicious or anything.

With Henrik, Gascoigne and Irene wandering here for a long time, there are not many monsters in the whole Yharnam that can be easily defeated by the three of them.

These beasts will not entangle in strength and numbers to attack hunters, they have no brains.

What is really not optimistic is the remaining amount of materials in the entire city.

The urban style of Yharnam is similar to the Victorian period of the British Empire in Lan's hometown world.

During this period, although the abundance of materials is much higher than before, there is no profound improvement in the storage method.

This night has lasted for half a year, and unlike before, it will go back in time under the influence of [Stupid Spider] Rom.

Now, how much food can be left in this city for living people to consume?

Just thinking about it, you know that this is a pessimistic problem.

What is even more pessimistic is: it can be predicted that the situation in the future will only get worse, not better.

And this is always putting urgent pressure on all sober people.

It is of course good to escape from the endless retrospection and see the changes in the long-term unchanged.

But once the retrospection is broken, Yharnam will only have one chance left to survive this bloody and bizarre hunting night.

Once failed, there is no recovery.

"And now it seems," said the red-robed witch, and the face under the tattered red robe turned to Maria and Adeline who were gradually waking up.

"You have been to the deepest and most dangerous nightmare, right?"

"That is the deepest original sin of hunters and the healing church." Lan En nodded and said in a deep voice, "Where is Irene now? I also want to communicate with her about the situation."

"Then you'd better wait here." The red-robed witch reminded, "She comes back very frequently. After all, Yharnam may only have this place left, and it is still a little popular."

"If you go out to look for her, it will be difficult to deal with it if you miss it."

But the first one to come back was not the awakened crow hunter, but Gascoigne.

"You're back?" The hunter with his eyes covered with a white cloth was no longer wearing the standard coat of a Yharnam hunter.

Lan En tilted his head and looked at it, and found that he was on the upper body, as if he had the plate and other parts of the [Advanced Bear School Armor] that he originally left here, attached to his body.

This greatly increases the defensive performance, but seems to be a bit of a drag on the Yharnam Hunter's signature ultra-fast fighting style.

But considering that Gascoigne originally used a hunter's ax, which is a powerful and heavy type of transforming weapon, it might be quite appropriate?

"It's really not the right time." Gascoigne nodded to his wife, then sat on the steps next to Lan En and said, "Now Yanan is becoming more and more dangerous and depleted. "

"Look, I don't even have the luxury to treat you to a meal."

Lan En crossed his arms and looked down at the foreigner hunter who was about the same height as him when they first met.

"This is always the first thing you say when you see me." The demon hunter complained in a calm voice, "In this night, you can say something nice. Even just say it?"

"Anyway, I'm back, what else can I do?"

As he spoke, Lan En spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

The [Smaug] armor on his body made a heavy and solid sound.

"How about the 'old antique' armor I left behind?"

Lan En raised his eyebrows and said.

"The style is indeed too old-school." Gascoigne smiled and said, "But the thick deck also makes people feel safe. It saved me several times during this hunting night."

"The armor has to be easy to use. Do you care if it's old-fashioned or not?" Henrik passed by the two of them, saying half a lesson and half unconvinced. "What's up with the old school? Huh?"

"Very good!" Gascoigne nodded immediately, "I say, old school is good and reassuring."

"Look at Lan En, his outfit seems to be more exaggerated now."

In fact, Lan En's [Smaug] heavy armor, designed by the leader of the second phase of the New World Survey Group, can be said to be very impressive in appearance.

A solid, angular to ferocious bone-white body, with a dragon skin skirt hanging from the waist.

But being popular is one thing, but the design concept is still in the style of plate armor and heavy armor.

In the eyes of people of this period in Yanan, it still has the antique style of more than a hundred years ago.

It's just that this 'old antique' appearance style is very trendy.

Crow hunter Erin returned to Orton Chapel not long after.

She looked dusty and in a hurry as usual, and the crow feather cloak she wore became messy and tangled because it was stained with too much blood.

As soon as he saw Erin coming back, Lan stopped chatting with Gascoigne.

The witcher patted the hunter who had been a priest on the shoulder, and Gascoigne nodded appropriately.

The conversation that had grown so much because of seeing friends again on this hopeless night of hunting was stopped.

As before, Lan En, Eileen, the red-robed witch, and the three sober people in the Orton chapel stood in a small area in the corner, talking in low voices.

"You're back."

"Yes, I came back at a really bad time." Lan En curled his lips and choked out in the middle of Irene's words, "This sentence is really standard for meetings now."

But after complaining, the witcher immediately became serious.

"I'm back anyway, so meaningless emotions are no longer important. Let me tell you something first, do you know Simon, a sober hunter?"

The crow hunter was originally standing against the wall, using a rag to wipe his leather gloves, which were stained with a lot of smelly blood due to the use of [visceral crit].

After hearing the name, the crow mask that looked like a medieval doctor lifted up.

"Simon? Did you see him first when you came back this time?"

"It seems you do know each other." Lan En nodded.

"The number of backtrackings has been so many that no one can remember it." Irene said without surprise, "A sober hunter, as long as we haven't lost our sobriety, we are more or less aware of each other's existence."

"But I remember that he has been obsessed with a deep and terrifying nightmare, and wanted to find out the truth in that nightmare."

Speaking of this, Eileen chuckled unconsciously, not knowing whether it was bitterness or indifference.

"But it's not surprising. People like us won't be able to survive if we don't cling to something."

With that said, Erin had time to look past Lan En's figure and tilted her head to look at the two more figures who appeared in the Orton chapel.

Even though she was wearing a crow mask, she was obviously silent for a while.

Obviously, Maria's appearance is still very obvious. Even though she has been dead for a long time in normal time, Irene still remembers or has heard of such a hunter.