Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 104

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 104]

“Some bad things, some bad things, I’ll stay as far away from there as possible.” Draco shook his head.

“I agree.” Rene echoed, “The West Coast is really evil, everyone in the council is under the devil without knowing it, either they have a problem, or I have a problem. I’m sure it’s fine, so they have a problem. Question.” He likes to talk around.

“I hope you haven’t been affected too much.” Ciel was worried about what mental pollution they had seen.

“The most affected should be His Majesty the King. He will take advantage of the wave of people denounced and opposed to him, and find that the unfaithful will be eliminated, so as to continue to stabilize their plan.” Draco said.

“Wouldn’t that be good for them?” Charles felt a little uneasy, yes, the king could use this incident to easily tell whether people were loyal or not.

“But then things will be chaotic, and the more chaotic, the greater the risk to everyone.” Draco let out a cough, “–in short… it’s like a drop of ink falling into a water tank, if you stir vigorously , the whole tank of water will turn black.”

“In this case, what should we do?” Ciel asked for advice.

“Well, it’s none of our business, we’re another tank,” Draco said mysteriously.

A soldier walked in from the outside: “Lord Rene, High Priest Shawar asks to see you.”

Shawar?

Charles is confused, what is this guy trying to do?

Chapter 128 Damage to the priest

In order to avoid suspicion, Ciel was invited to the next room, and he found that Rocher was also here.

The room is small but secluded, with delicately patterned hanging paintings on the wall, depicting the bizarre scene of a man turning into a wolf, and a wolf turning into a man again. The style is abstract, shaped like bright yellow spots, and decorated with stickers in the shape of irises.

“Lord Rocher.” Charles greeted her.

Rocher nodded, leaned her back against the wall, and sat upright on a wide wooden chair with her legs together and her hands on her knees. From her solemn posture, it was more like some kind of penance than sitting.

“Isn’t it hard for you to sit like this?” Charles casually found a cushion by the fire to rest.

“Strictness is the only way to the highest.” Rocher took a serious attitude.

“If she finds out that this is not the case, and she has not won at the end, how desperate should she be? Years of self-torture is nothing but a waste of energy, and the past and the future will be destroyed.” Gladiu sneered.

I don’t believe she will fail.

Sharmer thought.

“How did you persevere?” he asked.

“Forget yourself.”

“What… what?” Charles didn’t understand.

“See yourself as a tool to achieve a purpose and dedicate yourself to something bigger.”

“Just keep walking like this, and finally forget yourself?”

“Humans are worthless. It is the cause that gives us the meaning of existence. When you feel that your existence is to achieve a distant goal, you will be happy with hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and pain, as long as it does not affect your pursuit of success.”

“I see.”

“I thought Lord Ciel was the same type, dedicating his life to the great feat of hunting demons.”

“Partly, but I also have other wishes.”

“Please say.”

“I…” Ciel hesitated, “It doesn’t sound right.”

“There is only you and me here. We know each other. I have no intention of revealing the private information of Your Excellency Ciel. As long as I keep my voice down, others will not be able to know it.”

“Covet beauty, indulge in sensuality.” Ciel shrugged, feeling a wonderful sense of relief after speaking.

“Primitive desires make people strong, savage, and ambitious. Money, power, and desire are all primitive desires. It’s just that people preach the way of seeking wealth, the way of increasing officials and nobility, but rarely the way of attracting beautiful women.” Luo Thorough contemplation.

“It’s really embarrassing to talk about this.” Charles said, fortunately, Rocher never showed embarrassment, and always looked cold.

“One question,” Rocher asked. “Has Lord Charles ever considered me a woman?”

woman?

Rocher she… she is very beautiful, how can it be impossible to treat her as a woman.

“Of course.” Charles didn’t know why she asked.

“Please sit next to me.”

Charles sat beside Rocher, only to feel that he was next to an icy statue.

“Why is your heart pounding like a 17-year-old?” Gladiu asked.

“Because I’m really only 17 years old.” Charles muttered in his heart.

“Weird,” Rocher said.

“What’s weird?”

“Since the age of 10, I haven’t been next to the opposite sex like normal friends, and to experience it again at this time is like a lifetime.”

“Feeling OK?”

“Good and bad are subjective reactions. It should be a simple thing to sit with men and women. It’s natural and calm, so I feel normal.” Rocher said.

Charles wanted to talk to her more, about gender, about growing up in the family, about education, about the dividing line between nobles and ordinary people, about her views on the future.

Unfortunately, there was a commotion from the next room.

“Impossible!” Rene yelled, “Don’t even think about taking a gold coin from me!”

Typical of the Earl of Ashtree Hall, Charles was so used to it that he couldn’t help but walk up to the wall and listen.

“Don’t you want to know what’s going on next door?” He saw that Rocher didn’t move.

“Nobles won’t eavesdrop on talks.” Rocher shook his head.

Charles is not a nobleman, so it doesn’t matter, he can distinguish two different voices, the voice of the Grand Priest Chaval is angry and severe, and the voice of Count Rene is vulgar and hoarse, like phlegm stuck in his throat.

“…The temple needs to be rebuilt!” Shawar shouted. “Where else would people go to worship the gods?”

“We’ve been worshipping shrines in small squares for a long time in history! Who the hell needs that 40-foot clock tower? You?”

“You blasphemer! You will be punished! The gods will destroy your family!” Shavar cursed.

“We’re going to spend our lives on Qianshan, bald!” Rene was never a friendly and decent person.

“Your people need to be taught, and they need the protection of the gods. If you continue to be obsessed, the natural disaster will warn you!”

Rene’s voice was like thunder, and he cursed a very ugly word, so that Ciel didn’t want to understand its meaning, and the walls were shaking a little.

“—you—you—” Shavar should have been unable to hold back when he heard such an insult.

“I heard that the temple had an affair with demons.” Draco’s voice was calmer.

“You don’t have the right to speak here, Swamp Man.” Shavar was extremely dissatisfied.

“I don’t like your attitude,” Draco said.

“God has revealed to me that you sinners will only bring about immorality, slaughter, and incest. Only by eradicating you from the earth can Loman remain pure.” The order has been issued, and you will be killed without one left.”

This is the most crucial part, what does Count Rene think of the “Decree of 476”?

“Pay back the money!” Rene was still firmly talking about what he cared about the most. “It’s 1899 gold coins in total,” he thought hard for a while, “and then 9 silver coins and 20 copper coins, pay back the money! Pay the temple debt! Pay off!”

“We don’t have that much money, and we have to rebuild the temple,” Shawar said angrily. “Money blinds you, and you can never go to the Palace of Beauty and enjoy a fortune after your death.”

“I don’t care what happens after I die.” Rene’s voice was much lower, as if tired and scared.

“Let’s see, we’ll have an appointment later.” Ciel heard Chavar’s footsteps.

He seems to be leaving, and the temple crowd is losing power. Ciel can feel it. At least in the Ash Tree Hall, the power of the earl is still much stronger than that of the great priest. The aristocratic army faced each other head-on.

“You just go away like this? Do you think you can just go away like this?” Rene was dissatisfied.

“Oh? What do you want to do to me? Rene, I’m the Grand Priest of Ashtree Hall.”

“I have a new idea to collect the debt.” Rene thought for a while.

“You lunatic, what do you want to do?” Shawar’s tone became more and more disturbed.

“I can openly auction the position of the Grand Priest and let everyone run for election, so that the money can be recovered.” Rene said happily because he thought of a good idea.

Shaval murmured very harshly: “You lost your mind?”

“Rocher! Take him!” Rene yelled.

Now that Ciel knew why Rocher was waiting in this room, Rocher got up when he heard the words and walked through the corridor with his sword, and Ciel followed her into the living room.

“—Ciel?” Shavar saw him, “Damn heretics, you all got together!”

“You cooperate with the devil, but now you call me a heretic?” Ciel was puzzled.

“This is God’s will, God promised me, and God’s revelation said so.” Shawar looked serious.

“It is true that the Loman priests keep receiving wrong and misleading oracles. The great priests on the west coast are very worried about this, and they are very critical. All I can say is that this is the end of the superstition of the local priests.” Draco said.

“Hahaha.” Rene let out a brutish laugh, “You ungodly wizard.”

“I heard you’re going to auction off the priesthood, and the next one had to be a sane person,” Ciel said.

“Impossible, the next one must be rich.” Rene shook his head.

“What do you want to do? You want to arrest the servants of God?” Shavar sternly condemned.

“Put his head on, I don’t want to see him again,” Rene ordered.

Rocher bowed to his orders, drew his sword, and slammed Shavar’s temple with the carved hilt. .

“Your swordsmanship is as good as ever.” Rene praised, but Rocher was silent.

“Rene, you want to kill him?” Draco asked.

“No, I’ve heard since childhood that all believers must respect priests and not kill them, otherwise they will be punished by the god of vengeance, Vig, the god of vengeance.” Rene shook his head.

“Then what do you want to do to him?” Draco was a little confused,

“What are your beliefs, Ciel? Which goddess of the Temple of Beauty do you worship? Are there any particularly powerful ones?” Rene turned to Ciel.

“I don’t worship God.” Ciel shook his head. The gods once manifested, but he hadn’t decided to worship them for life.

“That’s even better, a lovely unbeliever, I hope you can solve this little trouble, so that I can auction off the position of the high priest.” Rene pointed to the unconscious Shavar lying on the ground.

“I’d love to.” Ciel didn’t mind getting rid of him.

And Rene was loud and vulgar, and he wanted to leave early.

“Then I’ll trouble you, hey, a big war, a big war, a letter ruined the peace and tranquility of the entire country.” Rene supported his chin, “…why is the king a devil believer, not a kind and generous person What about the mercantilists?”

Charles saw a green plant on the table in the living room. Even though it was snowing heavily outside the window, it was still green.

“People will be suspicious. The High Priest went to your castle and never came back,” said Ciel.

“So what, I didn’t kill people.” Rene shrugged, “You! You new hunter, remember to guard the door from now on. If the demons are rampant again, I will take your fate.”

“I understand.” Charles bowed.

Noble.

[End of This Chapter]