Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

Chapter 158 Yar Orphanage (Part 2)

"Please sit down!"

The old dean, who was sitting at his desk, turned around and pointed to the single bed next to him.

His eyes were grayish-white with no pupils, and he wore a faded gray suit, looking quite ordinary.

"The conditions are simple, but I don't think you'll mind."

Fan En sat on the bed, looking at the old director in front of him, and discovered that he had cataracts.

However, from the old dean's demeanor, Van En still sensed traces of his past as a hunter.

The old man had two long knife scars on his face, and his unusually large and deformed knuckles were also evidence of his use of hunting weapons.

Fan En frowned, not asking about the key, but glancing outside the door.

The old dean said calmly, "That Mr. Delong is the third assistant who came to look after me. The previous two also died outside one day."

After hearing this, Fan En felt as if ants were crawling all over his body.

Van En was also more impressed by what Delon had said about "rehearsals".

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "I am Van En. What test do you require for me to hand over Professor Carl's things?"

The old director laughed and said, "It should have taken many steps, but the third member of the Grimm Troupe has already died."

And you're the first hunter to come in and see me. That saves me from all those verification methods that give me a headache.

Vann was somewhat surprised, but considering that the Green Troupe had already rehearsed twice at the cost of two supporting actors' lives, the old director naturally didn't need to use Carl's method again.

But he still asked, "Don't you suspect I'm an imposter? Maybe I'm some kind of lead actor from the Grimm Theatre Company?"

The old dean laughed even louder and said, "Although the smell of blood props on you is very strong, as one of the original members of the Grimm Troupe, I can still tell."

Fan En stood up abruptly, glaring at the old dean, already eager to bring out the Twin Emerald Shadows.

"Sit down! Don't make such a fuss! You've already met those two old geezers, Tanguy and Carl, how can you not understand that not all William people are traitors?"

The old director calmly waved his hand and pointed with his thumb to the children in the courtyard outside the window: "Karl and I grew up together in the William family's orphanage."

For kids like us, the only fun was playing different roles and experiencing what it felt like to be a legendary hero.

"The Grimm Theatre Company was just a name we kids came up with randomly."

Vann didn't sit down. He looked at the children in the courtyard and noticed the child wearing the Doug Hearst mask fighting with the child wearing the Beast mask.

The children played happily, completely unaware of what was happening in their usual place.

The old dean sighed: "Let alone legendary heroes like Master Doug, even if we become hunters in the future, we'll know that reality and acting are not the same."

Fan En figured something out.

Back when the William family controlled the secular power of the Healing Church, the orphanages scattered throughout the continent served as their training grounds for members of the Grimm Theatre Company.

He slowly sat down, pinched his brow, and finally understood why these actors were so difficult to deal with:

They were all orphans without parents; in a novel, they would definitely be the main characters.

The old dean tapped the table in front of him and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Originally, completing Karl's steps would have taken at least two days. Don't you think these Blood God cultists from the Grimm Troupe have been somewhat helping you?"

Van En laughed instantly and said, "Help me? What good will that do? I'll kill any Blood God villain I see without hesitation!"

Fan En's resolute tone, filled with murderous intent, sent a chill down the spine of the old dean.

"Haha, maybe I'm overthinking it, but I've seen the children perform. Sometimes they exchange masks and change their identities."

The old dean casually uttered even more chilling words, sending shivers down Fan En's spine.

But Vann quickly dismissed this terrifying idea.

Because the power of the bloodline he inherited from Doug Hearst was so special and powerful.

At the Dreamer's Ruins, the Grimm Theatre Company clearly tried to control themselves, but they were completely unsuccessful.

Even a powerful navigator would stumble if he tried to enter his own dream, so Van En felt he had nothing to fear.

The old dean looked tired. He said, "When you get old, you become useless. Just bring some proof to verify your identity, and I'll give you the things."

Fan En paused for a moment, but didn't ask why.

After a moment's thought, he took out Leslie's arcane manual.

The old dean sniffed the air, a nostalgic look on his face: "That's it, this unique arcane aura must belong to Teacher Leslie. I never imagined that the good thing Karl said Tang Ji got was this!"

The old dean lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then took out a light blue obelisk from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said, "You know how to use this."

Upon hearing the old dean's words, Vann instantly realized that Karl didn't even fully trust this person and hadn't told him everything.

But seeing the light blue obelisk on the table, Van was still very excited, as he had completed all the tasks he had before arriving in the Deer Court.

He stepped forward, placed his hand on the obelisk, and was about to take it away when he noticed the old abbot's hand pressing down on the back of his hand as if by magic.

Van En did not resist, but asked, "What advice do you have?"

The old dean sighed, his hand trembling slightly as he pressed on the back of Van's hand, and said, "Although Teacher Leslie never taught me, he was definitely a good person. Please give him the happy ending he deserves."

Fan En lowered his eyes and said, "This is my duty."

After feeling the old dean's rough but strong hand move away, Fan bowed to him and left the room.

The old dean listened as Van En's footsteps receded into the distance until they disappeared.

He reluctantly stood up, walked out of the room, and began sweeping up the ashes of Lund with a broom and dustpan in his hand: "You always wanted to play the lead role, but you never got to do it in your whole life."

The old dean pinched a bit of Londo's ashes from the winnowing basket and sighed, "It's all those stories of the Blood Hunters that ruined you. If I have the chance in the future, I'll ask someone to take you back to Yharnam so you can see the place you dreamed of."

"What a pity! He was such a good kid, he'd never hurt anyone, and yet he was deceived like this."

The old headmaster took out a white jar, poured in the ashes of Londo, hugged it to his arms, returned to his room, and put the white jar under his bed.

Next to Lund, there were ten white jars covered in dust.

After leaving the orphanage, Fan En looked back at the old building, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He felt that the old dean hadn't fully explained some things to him.

However, having already obtained the goods, Van En had no intention of staying in Yar Town.

After standing there for half an hour without seeing Katya and the Thorn Crown return, Vann instantly felt annoyed and said, "It seems that this kind of complicated plan is not suitable for me. I won't use it in the future. I wonder if Katya has run into Beers yet—"