Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 108

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 108]

“Yes.” Lucas shrugged, “Forget it, I’m a civilized and decent person, so I’ll give you a face.”

Charles looked out at the castles and manors on the distant hills.

“How is Monsieur de Durand doing?”

“You want to follow my words? Think beautifully.” Lucas was very vigilant.

“I’m new here,” Ciel said lightly, “just to get to know the local lord so that we can deal with it later.”

“You? Master doesn’t need a place like you.” Lucas shook his head.

“Have you heard that someone in the countryside is performing evil rituals and doing something taboo?” Ciel was very concerned.

“I don’t know, stop nagging.”

Ciel was about to continue his questioning when someone suddenly opened the gate of the racecourse, and a woman with darker skin, a white veil, and a light-colored short skirt came over, glanced at them, and beckoned them to come in.

“Do you know her?” Charles stepped inside.

“She is the hostess of the racecourse, Ms. Erin.” Lucas introduced in a low voice, then walked up quickly and greeted her familiarly, “Mrs. Gui’an.”

“Welcome.” Erin greeted him, then turned her head to nod at Ciel, “Did you come to buy a horse?”

“Yes, me and this guy.” Lucas nodded.

“First meeting.” Charles humbly saluted her.

“Yeah.” Erin responded indifferently.

When I first entered, it was a very wide yard, with a well in the middle, a shady stable around it, and a large shed where the hired workers lived, with a roof covered with thatch.

Near the fence is a small vegetable field on one side, where carrots are grown, and the other side is a pasture, which is very large in scale, with a large area of fresh grass growing, and a special canal is dug for irrigation.

Erin gave an order to a servant, and the man called out to the stables in the pasture, who led the horses back into the shed, and let the horses rest in the troughs.

“It looks amazing.” Xia Er didn’t know much about the horse industry, but felt that these horses were all fat and strong and full of energy.

“Riverside Racecourse is the best racecourse in Limbenburg and even in Upper Loman.” Erin said lightly, “Don’t you know?”

“Just heard,” Charles explained.

“…” Erin retracted her gaze and turned to Lucas.

“He doesn’t understand anything, don’t worry about it.” Lucas shrugged, “Madam, sir, let me pick the best horse from your place. The price is negotiable.”

“You know horses.” Erin stroked a pure white horse beside her. “‘Eve’ is a brave horse.”

“Very good, what else?” Lucas touched its nose.

“‘Traveler’ is a good walker and has great stamina.” Erin pointed to the next brown steed.

“Yes, I want this one too.” Lucas nodded and turned to see a stable black horse approaching, “Ah, I definitely want that one.”

“It looks great.” Ciel also noticed that this dark horse, with a broad frame and a strong and tall physique, looked more handsome than other horses.

“‘Rage’ is the best here.” Erin nodded contentedly, “Our best horse for 25 years, its grandfather is the horse ‘Red Tip Gladiator’ of the Mountain Empire, who used to compete in the imperial court. , and the mother is a pure-blooded Lorman horse ‘Lyra’. ‘Angry’ takes into account the shoulder height of an Imperial horse and the endurance of a Lorman horse, and at the same time is born with great courage and will not retreat under any circumstances.”

“It’s a really good horse, we want it too.” Lucas praised, “I’ve never seen such a handsome horse. Riding on the battlefield can definitely lead its owner to make a fortune.”

“I think so too…” Erin shook her head, “Unfortunately, ‘Rage’ has already been booked.”

“Reservation? By whom?” Lucas asked, and both he and Ciel turned their eyes to Erin.

“A distinguished guest,” Erin explained.

“How noble can we be as noble as our master?” Lucas was dissatisfied. “Tell me his name, give this horse to us first, let’s talk to him, he will definitely give in.”

Charles likes this horse very much, and if he were to buy a horse himself, he would definitely choose it.

He stepped forward and stroked its forehead with his hand, and the stableman came up quickly, patted his hand, and motioned him to back away.

“Let go, it will bite you!” The stableman was very angry.

“It won’t bite me, I have an aura that makes it uneasy.” Ciel patted in anger, the black horse was a little confused, but didn’t attack.

“…Don’t wear my patience, sir, this horse has been reserved. It will be sent to other areas in a few days, and it is only here for now.” Erin frowned.

“Yeah, you bastard, back away.” Lucas went up to Rachel.

“Excuse me, put a saddle on it. How much is the best saddle here?” Ciel didn’t move, but took out a few gold coins and gave it to the stable. “This is my horse.”

“Your horse? Are you crazy? Are you going to rob us?” Erin was surprised.

“Don’t worry, it was reserved for me by Sir Garnier de Alberta for the summer hunt. He told me that I happened to be going to Limbenberg, so he asked me to drop by to pick it up.”

Erin was in awe.

“You are Master Charles Grani! The Demon Hunter!”

“It’s actually Ciel from Ash Tree Hall…”

“Just kidding…” The stables had also heard this name and looked surprised.

“It’s hard to say no.” Ciel greeted them slightly, then turned to Lucas, “Let’s go to your master, and have something to tell him.”

Lucas seemed to have touched a ball of lightning, and quickly retracted his body.

“well……”

Chapter 133 The Herald of Rebellion

Charles understands the importance of horsemanship. He has spent a lot of time practicing well over the past two years. In addition to learning to swim and dive, it is great to have time to develop these skills and it will always come in handy.

At this time, mount a brave horse and move skillfully.

Zhenwu is about 1.5 meters high at the shoulders, and it can be regarded as a tall horse. In the name of friendship, Erin gave Charles a very high-quality saddle. It is decorated with beautiful silver pieces, which is very beautiful. The cowhide saddle is also very good to ride. Comfortable, with deep saddle pockets on the sides, it can hold a lot of things, which is very convenient, and the charr has so many bits and pieces that need somewhere to be stored.

After leaving the stables, Charles headed towards the Durand family castle.

Wrath was much stronger and quicker than a training horse, more like a downright hoofed beast than a horse, with ears that twitched incessantly, eyes big and bright, and the charr galloped down the road, quite swiftly.

Lucas was walking with a few horses next to him, a bit like Ciel’s sidekick.

“It’s hot,” Lucas complained. “It’s hot… hot and tired.”

“You can also ride a horse.” Charles turned to look at him.

“What? This is the master’s horse. It is to be assigned to his soldiers. How can I touch it.” Lucas was a little surprised.

“Are you going to fight?”

“Of course, the peasants are restless, and of course the master has to teach them a lesson.”

“You are also from a farmer’s family.” Charles thought for a while.

“What? How could it be! My parents are loyal servants of the Durand family, and I have a glorious family heritage.” Lucas said proudly.

“It sounds like it.” Charles didn’t know how to comment for a while, “Does it feel so good to be a servant?”

“…You are a capable person, of course you can come and go freely. It is a great gift for us to have a bite to eat.” Lucas shrugged.

“Then I want to know what the local farmers are complaining about.”

“The content of the complaint is not all those things. The hierarchy is not good, the taxation is not good, and the law is not good. Hey, it is nothing more than those things that go back and forth. I have seen a lot. Still weird.”

“Guess how many they are?”

“People? There are five villages in the territory, with eight or nine thousand people. There may be a thousand who are willing to resist.” Lucas thought for a while.

“A thousand uprising peasants,” Charles whispered.

“They’re not good enough. Look at these horses, and a hundred light cavalry under the master can drive them around.” Lucas was proud.

“What if you lose?”

“Losing? How can you lose… Those hemp poles are good players, and they are just fooling around in wars.”

“They dared to risk their villages being burned and their heads chopped off into the battlefield, which shows that they have the confidence.” Ciel thought of Duwen’s tip that someone was summoning a demon here.

“Oh, what kind of confidence can you have? At most, you can find 3 or 4 veterans to guide them to form a formation, and learn to put the pointed end out, otherwise what tricks can be made.” Lucas shook his head.

“Yes.” Ciel said, but he was thinking about the demon’s appearance.

Demons can bring strong mental interference. Maybe the local villagers try to summon demons to fight against the nobles, but once the demons show up, the people around them will go crazy. In this case, how can they let the demons help fight?

Demons now appear to be more of a tangible aggregate that spreads thoughts and ideas.

Charles thought.

Not only seeing the real body of the devil, but just seeing the words, images and records that describe the devil, everyone will feel a strong sense of unease and confusion in their hearts, and the image of the devil will repeatedly appear in their hearts, and they will have a serious mental breakdown.

It is still necessary for people to actively participate in the training, starting from the first vague contact, slowly exercise the mind, and digest the influence of the devil on the mind.

They passed through a farmland, and Charles glanced at the poor people next to him. The tenant farmers rented the land of the nobles to grow crops. They were relatively free and looked decent. They put their hoes aside and hid in the shade of the trees. water.

The situation of the serfs was much more miserable. They worked day and night to cultivate the land for the nobles. Even under such a poisonous sun, they could not rest. They worked in groups and tried their best to shave food from the ground. The nobility is cut off.

Shire knew that in a traditional Loman territory, about 70% of the fields belonged to the local nobles. They leased the land to tenants, or ordered their own serfs to work. Only 30% of the fields were developed by the self-employed farmers, who were responsible for their own profits and losses. Nobles pay taxes in exchange for protection, and they choose their leaders, village chiefs and other roles to negotiate with the lords.

Charles’ family was a tenant, and when they were in Belrol village, the family lived on renting the land of the local baron, which was quite difficult.

How big is the difference between the countryside and the city, Charles couldn’t help thinking, in these rural areas, the nobles monopolized most of the rights, but in the city it was a different situation, most of the residents of Ash Tree Hall were handicraftsmen and craftsmen. , seafarers, merchants and employees of all walks of life, they formed trade unions and compa

They are close to the manor halfway up the mountain, and the large fruit forest bears plump fruits.

“It’s a beautiful place.” Ciel saw several houses, with flowers blooming and the girls laughing.

“Of course, our lord takes good care of this place.” Lucas was happy.

“It should be very rich, how much does the lord earn each year?” Ciel asked.

“Hey, the master is a very rich man with an annual income of 500 gold coins.”

The hired laborers and tenant farmers who took care of the orchards for the nobles turned their heads when they saw Lucas and greeted him. Lucas seemed to have a higher status than ordinary servants.

“A hopeless group of people, decadent and humble, holding back the entire era, can only be trampled on as the cornerstone of civilization.” Gladiu commented indifferently.

“They’ll work here to the death,” thought Ciel. “Their blood and sweat condense into our food, our clothes, and our roads.”

“The smart ones will learn to steal chickens and dogs, robbery and set fires, and change themselves through desperate risks and enjoy riches and honors.”

“And then die at the trial of the law.”

“The law wipes out the aspiring among them and leaves the majority with the status quo.”

“I don’t think that the law maintains the prosperity and order of the entire society, and it is not as negative as you say.”

“If the nobles oppressed them to the point of nowhere, should they starve to death under the constraints of the ‘law’, or should they fight hard? Give each of them a knife, and they can establish a new order.” Gladiu laughed.

“Maybe it’s feasible, but I have to understand the local situation first.” Xia Er watched the road up the mountain, “Look at what the people here are doing and why they are summoning demons.”

Not all castles are as grand as Alberta Castle. The scale of the castle in front of you is not large, with a circle of stone walls, a horse shed and a main building in the courtyard, and no other annexes. Not even the Hunter’s Sanctuary occupies a large area. Looking rather shabby, the guard at the door raised an iron gate for them.

“Oh, esteemed lord.” The guards saw the anger and were deeply impressed by its loftiness and majesty, and even a little in awe of the charr.

“You’re welcome.” Charles rolled over and dismounted, and led his anger into the castle courtyard.

Several women are drying cheeses, hanging them neatly on dangling ropes to dry.

The groom came over and took away the horses that Lucas was leading.

“Good job.” The groom nodded and looked at the anger around Ciel, and couldn’t help but take a second glance, “Ah, good horse.”

“It’s work.” Ciel handed him a silver coin and handed him the reins. The groom thanked him repeatedly, and then took away the anger.

When they saw Baron Durand, they found that the baron was wearing armor. The two servants helped him put on heavy chain mail, iron armor, helmet and shoulder armor. Obviously, he respected death very much and was reluctant to face the world after death easily.

“Lucas!” he yelled. “How’s the horse?”

“Very good, very good. I bought 6 horses and only spent 48 gold coins.” Lucas explained, “They are all the best… uh, the best horses from Ms. Erin.”

[End of This Chapter]