The Creators: From Night City

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Henrik, a veteran of three dynasties who has lived long enough, is the most qualified to answer this question.

"The Byrgenworth School first rose to prominence in Old Yharnam, which was initially just a research site until Archbishop Lawrence led most of the elites away from it, and then Master William moved here with the rest of the group."

After racking his brains to recount all the information he knew, the old hunter added his own speculation as a last resort.

“I think Master William might be trying to avoid suspicion, since this place is separated from the main city of Yharnam by a remote and difficult-to-access forbidden forest, and it’s a remote and impoverished area. He might want to avoid conflict with the Healing Church.”

The first half matched Jiang Bing's guess, but the second half was completely wrong.

This Master William is probably after the meteorite at the bottom of the lake.

Lost in thought, Jiang Bing suddenly had a premonition and looked up sharply at a window on the fourth floor of the building. A hunter wearing a tricorn hat was hiding by the window, spying on the approaching crowd. Unexpectedly, he had only glanced at the man twice before Jiang Bing came to his door.

The other person didn't dare to look him in the eye, quickly drew the curtains, and disappeared behind the window.

"Is someone in the building?" The crow keenly sensed something was wrong.

“It seems we’re not lonely anymore.” Jiang Bing felt more and more that the seemingly desolate Byron Kinworth was actually quite a place.

In reality, the building wasn't very large, and with numerous bookshelves, instruments, specimens, and teaching aids crammed into every corner, there was nowhere for a peeping to hide.

She had no intention of hiding it.

"Why do you, uninvited guest, choose to disturb Master William's peaceful sleep on this tranquil night?"

Dressed in a white academic gown and wearing a tricorn hat with the hunter's insignia, the female hunter stood at the end of the spiral staircase of the teaching building, questioning the crowd from above.

Why sleep so much while alive, since you'll sleep forever after you die?

Jiang Bing shifted his gaze from the deformed baby specimens on a cabinet and responded indifferently.

Chapter 829 The Moon Association

"Breaking the 'Firefly Flower' and trampling the 'Eye Seedbed', you bring destruction, and Byrgenworth does not welcome you."

“Leave, and Master William will forgive your overstepping.”

Jiang Bing looked up at her, but the female hunter immediately turned her face away, as if she did not want to meet his gaze.

There was no arguing, no empty talk.

Boss Jiang doesn't care about friendship, bonds, or passion at all. For him, if he can take action, he won't argue.

"Fuck her!"

Gunshots rang out throughout the teaching building.

Within two minutes, the Byrkinworth school of hunters was beaten like a coward and dragged to Jiang Bing's feet by the priest.

“You have no idea what a mistake you are making. Yharnam will perish at your hands.”

The female hunter may lose, but she will not lose face.

Only after Jiang Bing squatted down did she turn her head to the side, as if unwilling to be humiliated.

"I don't care whether Yharnam is destroyed or not, why don't you open your eyes and look at me?"

The female hunter remained unmoved.

“Take off her hat and her mask.”

The crow did as instructed.

To prevent blood from splattering during battle, Yharnam hunters are generally equipped with face masks and tricorn hats, which together can completely cover their faces.

However, the female hunter's attire clearly had other reasons.

She did it to cover up a 'flaw'.

Sure enough, the face hidden under the tricorn hat and face mask had long since transcended the realm of humanity.

The female hunter had a pretty good base: a high nose, deep-set eyes, and the pale, hesitant look typical of Yharnam people. However, apart from the two eyes in her eye sockets, she had five or six other eyes densely packed on her face.

These eyes were scattered haphazardly around her forehead and eye sockets, without any pattern, wild and eerie.

What's even more surprising is that these eyes are alive, able to blink and rotate normally, and they even look somewhat lively.

"The Inner Eye?" Jiang Bing smiled and moved even closer, eventually squatting down to stare at the other person.

Those eyes immediately closed tightly, but even through the eyelids, it was still clear that they were trembling wildly.

"The Byrgenworth School has studied the Inner Eye for so many years, and they've discovered these inhuman things?"

"The wisdom of Master William is beyond your comprehension, you fool."

Jiang Bing suddenly pressed his face close to the other person's, almost face to face.

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you use your so-called Master William's wisdom to look at me?"

"Look me in the eye, you little brat!" As Jiang Bing shouted, a rich golden light shone from his eyes, and he met the other's gaze with passion.

The hunter screamed in agony, her wails were so shrill they sent chills down one's spine, and all her eyes trembled violently until finally, tears of blood streamed down her face.

How can insignificant humans look directly at the face of those in power?

It must be said that William the Conqueror and Byrkinworth are indeed quite insightful; the theory of the 'inner eye' can indeed elevate humanity's vision, allowing them to glimpse the truth.

However, focusing solely on expanding one's "vision" without considering whether the fragile human body can withstand the knowledge being spied upon is undoubtedly like lighting a lantern in a toilet—a recipe for disaster.

But even if that's all there is to it, Jiang Bing still admires the other party's courage to explore.

However, using humans as a breeding ground for eyes, forcing humans to be used as consumables, and forcibly 'watching' those in power in order to acquire forbidden 'knowledge' is undoubtedly challenging Jiang Bing's bottom line.

The fly monster, or the 'eye seedbed', is a product of cruel experiments.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Jiang Bing asked again with a smile.

The female hunter, however, only focused on screaming in agony, as if the light emanating from Jiang Bing's body was burning away her eyes and brain.

"Burn it," Boss Jiang always acted decisively.

As the lantern was raised, a vast amount of soul smoke, far exceeding that of the 'kin' outside the door, rose up, drifting and eventually merging into the Quetzalcoatl lantern, where it was absorbed by the 'great being' behind it.

Jiang Bing frowned as he examined the information 'burned' from the other party, and soon his brows furrowed even more.

He stepped forward and gently parted the corpse's clothes, revealing the 'imposing thing' with several eyes on its chest, while simultaneously tearing a piece of meteorite shaped like an amygdala from the corpse's neck.

"The Moon Association?!" The crow exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the meteorite fragment.

Henrik, who was on guard duty on the perimeter, exclaimed in surprise, "What? It's those lunatics from the Mensis school?!"

Looking at their reactions, the priest asked in bewilderment, "Shouldn't this man be a hunter from Byrkinworth? How did he become a member of the Mensis School?"

“The Mensis school originated from the Beilkinworth school, and their founder, Mikolash, came from Beilkinworth,” Raven explained.

"But that doesn't make sense either."

"She's a spy, a spy from the Mensis school," Jiang Bing said, killing the game with a single sentence.

He played with the grooved meteorite fragment, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“And this is a key,” Jiang Bing said with a smile, clutching the amygdala-shaped stone fragment in his hand. “A great start! We’ve already gained something on this trip even before meeting the main character.”

Led by Jiang Bing, the four of them walked up the stairs to the fourth floor of the college building.

Beside the carved wooden railing lay a hunter who had been dead for a long time, wearing the same tricorn hat and white academic gown.

"Dead"

The priest stepped forward to examine the body.

"Is this also someone from the Moon Society?" Henrik gestured to his old friend to check the other's neck, but found nothing.

"This person is most likely a true hunter from the Byrkinworth School, Master William's bodyguard. Judging from the injuries, he was probably ambushed and killed by the one below." With his rich experience fighting hunters, Raven quickly reconstructed and deduced the events of the scene.

“No, he’s a member of the chorus,” Jiang Bing corrected Crow’s mistake again. “Byrkinworth has long lost its normal people.”

"But why all this?" the priest asked, puzzled.

"For Master William's sake," the raven deduced the answer effortlessly.

"Speaking of which, where is Master William? After all, it seems like there's no road ahead," the crow said suspiciously, looking around.

The teaching building is not very large, and it has an atrium-style structure. Apart from the first-floor lobby, the space on the other floors is extremely limited, and can be scanned in just a few glances.

"The road has always been right in front of you, but you just can't see it."

Jiang Bing continued to stroke the stone, pointing it out without looking up.

"lantern"

Upon hearing this, the crow immediately picked up its lantern, held it above its head, and the orange flame instantly surged, illuminating the entire dark school building in an instant.

The light licked at the darkness of the fourth floor, clung to and spread over the old specimen bottles containing various twisted organs, crawled over bookshelves full of cobwebs, crawled over giant glass tanks containing a huge number of eyes, crawled over dark corners, startled away huge cockroaches with strange human faces, and finally clung to a wall as it swept over it, as if burning something invisible.

A sound like burning paper rang out, and amidst the rising illusory flames, a carved wooden door appeared before everyone.

The problem that had troubled the Mensis School spy for so long was easily solved.

Chapter 830 The Wisdom of Master William

Pushing open the door leading to the college building's terrace, you'll be greeted by a bright, full moon hanging high in the sky.

The enormous moon seemed almost within reach, its pure white surface resembling a round, white jade plate.

"It's not Him," Jiang Bing suddenly spoke from behind the crowd, sounding somewhat bewildered and disappointed.

Heavy boots trod across the cold stone slabs of the platform. Three fully armed figures, dressed in creations that transcended too many eras of this endless dream, surrounded one of the core elements of everything—Master William, the principal of the Byrkinworth School.

"Having been hiding here for so long, is there anything you want to say?" Jiang Bing strolled to the edge of the terrace, leaned on the stone railing, and looked down at the calm Moonlit Lake.

The Master William, whom everyone was frequently mentioning, was very old. His plump body was draped in luxurious blue silk, and he held a long scepter in his hand. He lay on his rocking chair, which was covered with some kind of unknown mycelium, seemingly neither awake nor asleep.

"Ah~"

The old man spoke with unusual difficulty, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Foreign deity, great being, I extend my sincerest greetings to you."

Master William's eyes were completely covered and imprisoned by a silver eye patch, but this did not prevent him from gazing at the starry sky while talking to Jiang Bing beside him.

"I have never seen anyone of such high status as you. Please forgive me if I have been rude."

"No need for formalities, I want to ask you something."

Jiang Bing still didn't turn around, as if there was something very interesting in the Moonlit Lake below.

"The Mensis School is plotting the resurrection of the divine child Mego within their constructed nightmare of madness, while the Choir is attempting to send their cosmic daughter back to the stars. Both sides are fighting each other like wild beasts for their own interests and the gods."

"In this desperate moment, humanity still cannot unite."

Master William sighed and revealed all the information in one go.

"But I think these are not the reasons you came here in person."

The rocking chair beneath him moved automatically without any wind, causing the old man to sway back and forth.

“Moon Goddess, Eudon,” Jiang Bing said, uttering two heavyweight names.

"One hangs high in the starry sky, while the other is hidden among all things. You overestimate this old man."

William struggled to lift his head, and the unknown hyphae growing on the back of his neck twitched slightly.

"However, I have two suggestions that might be helpful to you."

"What do you want?" Master William was undoubtedly an extremely intelligent man, and Jiang Bing spoke directly, omitting any unnecessary details.

"I have a question that I hope you can answer."

"ask"

Even today, do you consider yourself a human being or a god?

Jiang Bing finally turned around and stood in front of Master William, under the gaze of the three hunters with different expressions.

The old man who proposed the concept of the "inner eye" may seem very old, but his "vision" is probably no less broad than that of an ordinary "higher-ups".

However, his frail human body severely hampered his potential, forcing him to voluntarily seal off most of his vision, strictly guard his curiosity, and refrain from peeping indiscriminately.

Even so, the fall of the primordial coiled beast, the descent of the [Dictionary], and the appearance of Jiang Bing were all under his 'watchful gaze'.

"A person is always a person."

After his lifelong pursuit of joining the ranks of the 'superiors' as a human being, Master William fell silent once he obtained the answer he sought.