Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1478 1150. Persistence

After setting a schedule to trace the source of [Remnant] starting tomorrow, Wu Ming put the red ghost mask on his face and prepared to leave.

Lan En looked at her back, tilted his head, raised his hand and shouted.

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Seeing Wu Ming stop and turn around, Lan En spread his hands to her.

"Where do you live now? We have to keep in touch, right?"

Having said this, Wu Ming scratched his head: "I live in an alley on the street we just passed. Remember, I spent the night in a tavern there."

Looking at the somewhat naive demon hunter in front of him, Lan En recalled a little.

The place Wuming mentioned was the simplest place even in Iwamura Castle, a small castle town.

The so-called tavern she was talking about was basically a small store that a family renovated their own house to open with a subsidized household income, and could seat two people.

So Lan En just crossed his arms and looked at her with his head tilted: "Are you short of money?"

Wu Ming scratched his head more frequently: "Who in the world is not short of money? Of course, there are more."

She didn't finish her words, but Lan En already roughly understood.

Dead people, epidemics, and fires. These things can leave "detritus" in the world, which in turn attracts monsters and evil spirits.

What about monster hunters who specialize in hunting monsters?

Although they must have mastered the technology of removing "dirty" from their bodies, from the perspective of ordinary people: you are already 'dirty'. Even if you are 'cleaned' afterwards, we should stay away if it is not necessary. Better.

Let’s talk about the ugly part: even if a bowl that has been exposed to poison is washed, most people will not continue to use it without any objection.

Being disliked is natural.

In the world of magical medieval times, the situation of demon hunters is quite different, so Lan En can understand.

It can even be said that the rejection of demon hunters by civilians in the magical Middle Ages comes more from ignorance, prejudice and rumors, but in this world, people's rejection of demon hunters actually has some practical significance.

After all, there really is such a thing as "dirty" here.

It would really be safer to reduce contact with demon hunters.

Although Wu Ming was possessed by the [Guardian Spirit] and the ordinary [Remnants] could not touch her at all, she obviously could not tell this matter just once to every person she met.

Furthermore, the [Guardian Spirit] cannot be seen by just anyone.

Therefore, he can only live a life that is very different from ordinary monster hunters.

"If you don't mind, would you like to stay there?"

Seeing Wu Ming still scratching his head in embarrassment, Lan En pointed behind him with his thumb.

In that direction is the castle tower in Iwamura Castle.

Wuming's eyes looked up and down at Lan En, and from time to time his gaze drifted from the direction of his fingers to the castle tower.

"You guys," there was no envy or jealousy in her eyes, just an "as expected" look, "you are really not an ordinary person, right?"

"What? Is he a nobleman who is interested in hunting ghosts?"

The demon hunter was noncommittal, and even smiled sarcastically: "When I look at you, I've never seen a noble person before."

"Over here, it's popular for ministers to wear white powder and dye their teeth black."

Wu Ming looked at Lan En expressionlessly and just snorted: "Tch."

But after that, he walked straight past Lan En and headed towards the castle tower.

Lan En lowered his head and spread his hands in front of the flannel ball.

The kitten shook its head and let out a "meow" before jumping onto the roof next to it and quickly disappearing.

Lan En also turned around and quickly walked to Wuming's side, walking with her.

The castle tower, the tallest and most luxurious building in the city, was undoubtedly the residence of the lord.

But in addition to being a symbol of power, it is also a military facility with 'lookout and command' functions.

In a military town like Iwamura Castle, the castle tower has even stronger military attributes.

On the square base made of large stones, there is the white wall that should have been the main body of the castle tower.

However, the walls of Iwamura Castle's castle tower have turned yellow and black, but they have not been repainted.

It even looks a little scruffy from the outside.

However, Lan En, who had gone inside and met with the city lord Ando Mamoru, knew that under the sloppy appearance, the weapons in the castle tower were very sufficient and reliable.

The building is not filled with the smell of powder used for enjoyment, but the smell of oil used to oil weapons and armor.

Just this awareness of properly maintaining weapons reserves can already surpass many Japanese daimyo of the same era.

And while walking around inside, Lan En vaguely smelled a bit of gunpowder.

It is conceivable that muskets, which are probably still considered new weapons in Japan, are already used in the castle tower.

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In the castle tower, Lan En and Wu Ming were in a fairly spacious suite, each relaxing a lot.

Lan En's Sword of the Lake Lady was put on the sword holder in a pretentious manner, and Wu Ming's strange weapon named [Naginata Scythe] was also placed against the wall by her against the door frame.

Lighting is still a luxury product without extraordinary power.

Two standing candlesticks, which are about slightly shorter than a person kneeling down, are placed next to them. At least it brings some warm firelight into the dark environment.

Lan En had taken off his armor and was sitting with one leg propped up against the wall. On the wall behind him, there is a large picture of a tiger, which seems to express the spirit of the Wu family.

Generally speaking, hunting pictures, battlefield pictures, pictures of samurai ghost hunting legends, or pictures of wild beasts are all common paintings in samurai homes.

Under Lan En's interesting gaze, Wu Ming looked very curious.

From time to time she would knock on the tung oil floor beside her legs that was reflective in the candlelight, or stand up and play with the screen canvas in the room.

"If you feel uncomfortable sharing a suite with me, I can tell them and get you a separate room."

"I'm not uncomfortable. I'm not a squeamish princess. I sleep in the same room with a man. There are quite a few hotels in Datongpu."

Wuming continued to look at the things in the room and responded nonchalantly.

She was picking up a gauze lampshade with a camellia pattern from the floor and trying to cover it on a standing candlestick.

"On the other hand, you look even more abnormal, don't you?"

"Me?" Lan En used his big hands to pick up the chopsticks accurately and easily, holding a piece of pickled prunes on the small table in front of him and biting off a little, chewing the sour taste.

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After his mouth was full of saliva, he picked up a small glass of sake and drank it with great interest.

The combination of flavors made him feel a little novel, but it was not amazing at all.

It felt too bland for his eating habits.

In Japan in this era, even the taste of food is divided into ridiculous "high and low" distinctions.

The taste favored by Emperor Kōkei was called 'elegant', while the strong and powerful taste was naturally dismissed as 'tacky and taste of inferior people'.

However, even if he is not interested in this kind of taste, Lan En's free and easy movements when he takes it casually have almost become an instinctive ritual in the body of the Emperor's Son, but it still exaggerates his every move. .

The so-called 'aristocratic temperament' is originally something that is built up and exaggerated by various complicated and mysterious etiquette.

But the 'nobility' of the Emperor's Children, even if they travel across planets and galaxies, will never be underestimated because of the differences in local etiquette and culture.

"You are really not an ordinary person, right? You can get such hospitality just by opening your mouth in the castle tower of Iwamura Castle."

Wu Ming successfully illuminated the standing candlestick with the lantern in his hand, and sat down behind his food table with his legs crossed.

He picked up the bowl very casually and looked at Lan En while eating.

"And those snake eyes that glow in the dark. If we meet at night, let alone sprinkle a handful of salt, even if you hold a handful of salt in your hand, I won't let down my guard easily."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The demon hunter's eyes are more penetrating at night.

But Wuming said this more as a joke.

She has a [Guardian Spirit] on her body. If Lan En has any demonic or filthy aura on her body, you can still feel it when you meet her.

"What about you?" Lan En smiled, bypassing the problem of ignorance, and the other party was smart enough not to worry about it, "You obviously have the blessing of gods and Buddhas, but there are many people who want to entertain you these days, right? Why bother? Living in the open and short of money?”

"What do you mean by these things?" Wu Ming raised the rice bowl in his hand and said nonchalantly while eating, "White rice, miso soup and grilled sea bream are delicious, but as long as it can kill ghosts, other None of it matters."

Lan En played with the wine glass in his hand.

He could hear that Wu Ming's tone was as plain as chat, but there was determination and hatred hidden behind it.

The demon hunter [Chu Ye Yazhong] is different from the demon hunter after all.

Demon hunters are not only a profession, they are even a race. But demon hunters can choose whether to quit.

But at the same time, this also means that those who remain in this profession after experiencing hardships and hardships must have an incomparable dedication to this profession.

Whether it's out of a kind intention to help others, or out of hatred for monsters.

Wu Ming, she was really only curious about the castle tower, and didn't care about the relatively affluent life inside.

Lane was sure of that.

"Don't worry." The demon hunter smiled, "If I guess correctly, tomorrow? Or in a few days? Anyway, the lord of this city will formally treat him to a good meal."

"Eh~?"

A Japanese-style doubtful sound came from Wu Ming's mouth.

She didn't understand why Lan En was so sure, and these meals seemed very luxurious to her.

But Lan En didn't take it seriously.

He knew why Ando Mamoru was so polite to him, and if he really wanted to find out the details and background, he needed to get in touch more, and dinner was an ideal place.

However, the other party did not invite him to the banquet tonight. Lan En was unfazed on the surface, but he had vague suspicions in his heart.

I'm afraid Ando Mamoru is waiting for someone?

A companion at the dinner party, a person who can help him see the situation clearly.

Who else could it be?

The witcher looked at the weak drink in his hand.

Ando Moriju's son-in-law, Takenaka Hanbei. He was praised as the wise general of "Jin Kongming" and "Jin Nanmu".

Zhuge Kongming's wisdom spread to Japan along with the story of the Three Kingdoms, and also convinced Japanese people.

Kusunoki Masashige is a famous local commander in Japanese history.

A person with such a reputation, even though Lan En thinks it is exaggerated, must have some ability no matter what.

Just because Ando Mamoru didn't have a banquet tonight, Lan En had already guessed what would happen next and who he would see, so he thought.