Chapter 1349 1321 Remembrance Responsibility

Chapter 1349 1321. Memories Responsibility

The old hunter's usually calm and indifferent face was suddenly startled, but soon returned to normal.

But his eyes revealed a look of reminiscence unique to the elderly.

"Well, yes." He muttered vaguely, but without much hesitation, "I am Henrik, Ms. Maria."

Seeing Maria's distracted and unrealistic expression, Henryk smiled indifferently.

Even seeing a person who died many years ago appear with the same face as when he was young in the past would be unrealistic.

Not to mention putting herself in Maria’s shoes.

"Decades have passed since the day you died. Isn't it normal for me to be like this?"

"It's normal." The huntress murmured in a low voice, as if she was trying to convince herself at the same time, "Yes, this is normal."

She was trying to convince herself, but this unrealistic feeling still haunted her.

After all, from her perspective, she had just spent the burning night that destroyed old Yharnam with Lan En and Adeline.

Henrik and his friends had just met them on the way to escape. He was young and immature at that time.

But in the blink of an eye, the immature young man turned into what was considered a 'very old man' among hunters.

And just looking at him without hostility, he would feel a danger like a knife against his skin.

Anyone who has had such an experience will inevitably feel unrealistic.

But at the same time, Maria's somewhat lost eyes glanced at Henryk for a moment.

This cold and dangerous old hunter's expression was as complicated as Maria's at this moment.

Regret, joy, but also happiness and relief.

Seeing the look in the eyes of the old Yharnan hunter who should have always been as cold as a weapon, Maria seemed to understand something through time.

"Have you ever liked me, Henrik?"

Subconsciously, Maria asked.

But the moment she opened her mouth, she realized how abrupt and rude she was, and opened her mouth to say something remedial.

But the old hunter himself just smiled and didn't seem to care.

He took his khaki hat, patted the dust on his body, and spoke with ease and relief.

"You are Ms. Maria, a beautiful and powerful hunter. Maybe you don't know that you are a student of [The First Hunter]? In previous eras, most young hunters would always regard you as their ideal object of admiration."

"I'm no exception."

When people get older, they talk about the feelings or embarrassing things they had when they were young, with a unique air of indifference.

As a hunter, Henryk's feeling of 'bearishness' is even more obvious.

Everything has passed, and the past feelings and longings have become a photo in memory. He did still remember it, but he no longer had any sense of immersion.

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Henrik turned to look at Viola, who was telling a story to her two daughters, and Gascoigne, who was standing silently aside.

These things are all he cares about most now.

Maria also felt Henrik's already bearish and relieved mood, and she felt her heart gradually relax.

"I really don't know that those young hunters would admire me."

For some reason, Maria felt relieved, and her tone became relaxed as she spoke.

"What about your friend? His name is Mark? How is your relationship after such a long time?"

"Mark." Speaking of his old friend, Henrik paused for a moment while patting the dust with his hat, but soon returned to normal. "He's dead."

"Just before tonight, it turned into a beast and was hunted by Lan En and I."

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The relaxation from the previous moment was gone from Maria's face.

The long night and the blood moon above put the cruel reality on everyone's mind.

The huntress who was born in the blood noble family pursed her lips, hung the blood collection bottle strap on her body, and looked at the path Lan En had taken that Henryk pointed out just now.

If the foreigner really took this road to get to the place he wanted, then there is no doubt that he is also responsible for it.

The atmosphere of relaxation and reminiscence disappeared, leaving only heaviness.

Maria's leather boots made a crisp sound on the stone floor as she walked towards the open side door of the chapel.

Maria paused one last time before going inside.

She lowered her head and did not turn around.

"So, your friend, Mark, did he pass away peacefully?"

"He died very happily." Henrik did not stand up or turn his head, he just answered in a low voice. "After that night, he became very afraid of fire. The two of us took advantage of this and made him die happily."

Maria pursed her lips and nodded, saying nothing, and walked into the small door. She compared it with her own memory and searched in this building where she could vaguely recognize some traces of the past, but after all, times had changed.

After a while of twists and turns, she finally found the familiar road. The road leading to the hunter's workshop established by her teacher, [First Hunter] Geman in the past.

Maria walked all the way in, but the familiar scene in her memory had long been dilapidated due to lack of care.

But now, the Blood Noble, who has become a hunter, does not indulge in nostalgic thoughts like her fellow tribesmen far away in Cainhurst.

She is more pragmatic and more responsible. She feels that she has the responsibility to complete her duties.

Walking into the workshop like a chapel, in the empty room, there is only a cut mark that has not yet closed and emerged from the air.

Without hesitation, Maria walked straight in.

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"Your ability to recover is getting weaker and weaker, Geman."

In a dazzling and fast sword duel, Lan En kicked Geman's broken right leg wooden prosthesis with his left leg, and then he turned around at the moment he lost balance.

There was a loud bang!

The force of the spinning kick was enough to break a huge rock! The hardness of [Smaug]'s leg armor doubled the lethality.

Geman's chest, which was kicked by this kick, was almost visibly deformed, as if the ribs supporting the chest cavity did not exist.

The old hunter spun around, like skipping a ball on the water, bouncing several times on the ground, and finally crashed into the roots of the tree where he had rested before.

At this time, the originally quiet and beautiful white flower sea had been tortured into a state of ravines and gullies under the moonlight because of the fight between the two people.

Geman's [Acceleration Technique] even allowed him to plow a hideous gully on the ground just by swinging his weapon to his side and running.

Lan's air blade expanded his attack range several times.

With his current swordsmanship attainments and basic physical fitness, the air blade that he fired at will was much stronger than Isshin Ashina himself.

Without using specific techniques and swinging it casually, his air blade was already similar to the [Dragon Flash] that required skills to activate before.

Grass, trees, soil and rocks were only chopped up under this sharp air blade.

Every time the old hunter skipped a ball on the ground, it would hit a large piece of gravel and soil.

A black spot of soil was ‘dug’ out on the white sea of ​​flowers.

Finally, it hit the root of the tree, and the wood burst out dense thorns due to external compression.

The chest of the old hunter, which was kicked into a pulp, is now recovering at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye. His clothes, which remained unchanged at the beginning when he was injured, now even have to return to their original state after his body recovers.

But Lan En was not unscathed.

He touched the back of his neck with the glove with dragon scale armor.

When he put it in front of his eyes again, his palm was already red, and the back inside the armor felt like it was slowly washed by liquid.

This was a choice he made after he confirmed that there was only steel and no strange blood on the opponent's sickle in a moment of confrontation.

He injured the back of his neck, but dodged a headshot, and also cut off the old hunter's hand again.

Although German's [Funeral Blade] could not break through [Smaug's] defense, Lan's speed was definitely not at the same level as German's.

He specifically attacked the head and neck without armor, and he almost succeeded in using the sickle to harvest Lan's head several times.

The demon hunter had an impenetrable heavy armor, but his speed was relatively slow, and his head and neck were exposed.

Although the old hunter could not penetrate the armor, he was fast enough, and so far he did not take the ordinary fatal injuries seriously.

All in all, the situation was actually in German's favor.

But now.

"Is the support He gave you enough, old man?"

The sword of the Lady of the Lake turned into a gorgeous knife flower in Lan's hand, and the young man asked calmly.

His face was a little pale now, because the demon hunter's body system was absorbing the potion and enduring the toxicity.

Under the combined effect of [Belisarius Furnace] and [Advanced Swallow], the incision that almost cut from the skin to the cervical vertebrae of the back of the neck is healing rapidly.

The high temperature generated by the intense biological activity at the wound even made a "hissing" sound in the air.

[Advanced Thunder] makes the already strengthened muscles more powerful.

The improved reaction brought by [Advanced Blizzard] is the guarantee that Lan En's nerve reaction is not left behind by Geman's speed even though his body can't keep up in several confrontations.

Getting up from the dent caused by the impact of the big tree root, Geman himself still looks like he doesn't care about any injuries or pain.

It makes people wonder if he is still a human being?

Or is there only a body filled with power and controlled by the superior under the human skin?

"You want to know the answer, so why don't you 'open your eyes' and see it yourself, dear child?"

The turbid voice in the old man's throat said indifferently.

'Open your eyes'. Lan En understood what he meant.

He wanted to open his [Clairvoyance].