Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Chapter 349. Dream Doll Old Man

Gascoigne walked away, following the uncovered and unguarded ditch outside his window.

The sunshine today is good, but it seems that the traces of hunting last night have not been cleared away, so there are only a few Yannan people walking on the road.

 And these few people also had an indelible look of anxiety and panic on their faces.

They had just bought daily necessities and incense in their arms, and then hurried to the next target.

Lan En took one last look at the scene on the street through the crack of the door that was about to close.

The atmosphere of anxiety and panic in this city has become so intense that it is exhausting and there is no time to cover it up.

 “Lan En, thank you for your hard work, you can go and have a rest.”

With a duster in hand, Viola, who had just finished sweeping the dust, said to Lan with a smile.

"I'll call you if anything happens. Don't worry, Gascoigne will sleep and rest in the morning after the night of the hunt, and the children and I will stay quiet. You will sleep well."

 As the wife of a hunter, the Viola family has already adjusted their work and rest habits for this job.

Lan En looked at the two little girls who were still playing quietly on the side and nodded slightly.

"I'm going to rest, Mrs. Viola. Whatever happens or not, please wake me up when Gascoigne comes back."

“Of course, you agreed, didn't you?”

Viola agreed easily.

Lan En turned around and entered the guest room. He leaned the Lake Girl's Sword against the bedside while he was lying on the bed.

 On the comforting soapy bed, he began to feel sleepy.

 “This isn't quite right, Mentos? I'm getting tired so fast”

 “Sir? I can't check anything, this”

  The intelligent voice of the biological intelligent brain seems more and more distant in my mind.

 Lan En's consciousness fell into a deep sleep, as if sinking into the deep sea.

I don't know how long it took, but a faint floral fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

 He woke up from his daze.

The first thing I felt was not the bedding that smelled of soap, but the hard stone bricks.

Lan En carefully lifted himself up from the ground and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

This is not a guest room in Gascoigne's house, but the garden in front of a small church? Or the cemetery?

There are a few unknown white flowers on the ground, and at the corners of this small courtyard, there are tombstones of different shapes erected.

Lan En was not sure whether the only building in front of him was a church. From the appearance, it was indeed a small church.

But looking in along the opening from the outside, it doesn't look like there are prayer utensils inside, but more like a handicraft workshop.

The moon in the sky is just like last night's hunting night, bright and close. The moon phases appear unusual.

 Someone is looking at me?

 The sudden feeling made Lan En frown.

 But when he followed his feelings and looked to the side, what he saw was...a doll?

 A doll that looks like a girl.

 Lan felt that this scene was even more abnormal.

 Why do I feel like a doll is looking at me?

 Although that doll is extremely lifelike.

She sat at the foot of the chapel steps, slender and pale.

She is wearing an outfit similar to that of a maid in the Victorian era, with white lace cuffs, a cape-like shawl, a long skirt that reaches her ankles, and calfskin boots underneath.

 On the pale hair, there is also the turban hat that the maids use when working.

However, unlike the black and white attire of the maids, the tones of her clothes are blood red and brown-black.

Lan En walked over and got closer to observe the puppet.

 She is almost a real person in appearance, even her eyelids are like a real person.

It's just that the exposed fingers deliberately retain the traditional puppet craftsmanship and use ball joints.

Lan felt that if it wasn't for the purpose of distinction, the puppet maker could have made the fingers look like real people.

If Lan En's observation skills were not so meticulous, he would probably have stepped forward and tried to talk to the doll. The maker of this doll must have put paranoid beliefs into the doll.

Lan En just observed for a while and then walked directly towards the chapel.

The scene here is indeed similar to Lan En's observation. Rather than a church, it is more like a handicraft workshop in the shape of a church.

 A heavy, seemingly heavy box is lying around, and several tables and tools involving different craftsmanship are placed around it.

Lane successfully recognized some of the tools used to strengthen weapons based on his experience playing cards with Fergus and Yuna, but the rest left him confused.

 “How did you show up?”

Lan En, who was looking through the tools, suddenly spoke. He suddenly put down what he was holding and turned to another door in the room.

“I was pretty sure just now that there is no other living person here except me. I am fairly confident in my feelings.”

The sound of a wheelchair rolling suddenly came from the doorway facing Lan En.

 Very abrupt, not moving from far to near, as if it suddenly appeared at the door.

 Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man wearing old formal clothes and an equally old hat with furry edges.

One of his feet has disappeared, and a wooden prosthetic limb is used to keep both legs of equal length.

"How did it happen? This question is really strange." The old man lowered his head and spoke in a low and slow voice.

 “You broke into the garden I was guarding and asked me how I came to be there.”

"The garden you guard? With all due respect, are you a mage, wizard or something?"

 Lan En was leaning on the workbench and asked calmly.

He has seen in books a case of using illusion magic to build a large fairy tale amusement park. Is this space a similar product of this kind of magic?

"If I make you unhappy, I can say it clearly and I will leave immediately. As long as I leave this illusion, I will also leave Yanan."

"Illusion? Dream? It's almost the same thing. If you think it is, then there's nothing wrong with it."

The old man said in a wheelchair with a cane.

“But leaving Yharnam? Why do you think that after breaking into someone else's garden and startling them, you can just walk away and that's it?”

Lan En frowned: "In other words, you want 'compensation'?"

“Not much, not much, haha.” The old man continued with a smile.

His head was lowered, and the brim of his tall hat prevented Lan En from seeing his expression.

"You are a hunter, young man? You are very good, energetic and skilled. If you can join the hunting night, it will be considered as 'compensation', how about it?"

 “The night of the hunt is over, just last night.”

"The past? Haha, it will always come again, it will always come again, Yanan always needs to hunt the night."

“As long as you participate in the hunting night as a Yharnamite, you can use whatever is in this workshop, including the doll at the door.”

The old man's low and slow words revealed a sense of temptation.

“It's not easy for outsiders in Yanam, but it only takes a little blood. Inject a small amount of blood into your body, and we can make an agreement. You will be a pure Yanamite.”

 “Sounds very tempting.” Lan En tilted his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

“But man, firstly, I don't want to be a Yharnamite, and secondly, I have no interest in dolls, so...”

 Lan En didn't finish his words, he just spread his hands.

 The old man also sighed. "So, you refuse compensation?"

 “Hey, that's really a pity.”

 “Yes, I feel sorry for it too.”

 Lan En's center of gravity sank slightly, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and his body temperature began to rise.

The cat's eyes were staring at the old man who seemed to be sleeping with his head down.

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