Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 111

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 111]

In the small whispers, Charles fell into a deep sleep, and the next morning Rania woke up earlier than he and sat uneasily at the table.

“Aren’t you going?” He put on his clothes and armor, and put the knife on.

“I’m afraid you think I’m stealing,” she explained.

“Walk with me for another half a day.” Ciel gave her extra coins, and she nodded silently.

Charles ate breakfast, bread, hard sausages, and low-quality red wine, and bought roast goose, which he wrapped in cloth and put in his backpack.

He took Rania outside. There was a dirt road in the middle of the village, and the villagers on both sides gathered early, as if waiting for something.

Without Ciel’s intervention, he soon knew what the villagers were looking forward to, and a mighty team approached in the distance.

The leading group was a country band, each holding a trumpet, a tambourine and a banjo, and playing tunes with a pleasant rhythm, reminiscent of scenes such as draft balls, weddings, and sacrificial celebrations.

Behind them is a group of rebel soldiers. Their equipment has been changed. They are all iron armor seized from the nobles. Each of them is holding a spear with a rotting head on the top of the spear. The worms buzzed endlessly, covered with blood stains, and dripped with rotten mucus from time to time, which was very disgusting and gave off a strong stench.

“Oh oh oh!”

“Great!”

“Let them know!”

The villagers didn’t care, they raised their hands and shouted, women and children were there, gleefully pointing at the heads of the dead, excited about the victory, they threw flowers at the rebel soldiers, it was a triumph for them Mode.

Ciel hid in a more hidden place, the line was still long.

In the middle are several specially-made prison carts, surrounded by wooden poles, and the prisoners inside can be clearly seen. When they saw them, the villagers became more angry, put down flowers, and threw stones at them.

Charles saw familiar faces, those knights under Baron John, old knights, lanky knights, and a knight unfamiliar to Charles. They may be the lords of these small villages, and now their status has been reversed and they have been reduced to carts. Prisoners, stones sometimes hit them through the cracks, causing a scream. Seeing this scene, the villagers smiled.

The knights grumbled, huddled up, dodged the attack, their armour had been snatched away, only clothed around their waists to cover their shame, covered in scars and dust, and looked like they had been abused.

Knights captured in the war could exchange their lives for ransom, but would the peasants accept the ransom?

Charles is not sure.

“Don’t hit! Don’t hit!” the lanky knight shouted, blocking his vitals with his hands, but his vehicle was relatively unsafe, and the gap between the wooden poles was particularly large, and people could easily hit him.

Hearing him say this, people smashed harder, and eventually a stone hit him in the back, knocking the knight down in the car.

“Great!”

“Ooh!”

People are very excited.

The old knight looked back to see his companion bleeding in the car, and just sighed.

Shalmer watched all this silently, waiting for the real key to come, and unsurprisingly, the devil also came.

A few black-clothed strangers rode on horses, leading the beast forward, playing the flute and waving to the people on both sides.

The front demon is like a deformed rock, with a head like sharp horns, thick arms, and slender hind legs. When walking, he uses his fists to ground in front of him, crawling on all fours like an animal, and is covered with colorful paints. The paper tape blocked the obvious demonic features on his body, exactly like a funny beast in a theater performance. The villagers didn’t know much about demons, and they didn’t associate it with demons at all.

As long as people don’t regard it as a demon, and regard it as another thing in subjective judgment, the demon cannot have a strong influence on the spirit.

In order to heal the mentally wounded people in the attack a few years ago, Ciel tried to convince them that everything before was an illusion and that those evil monsters were just ordinary evil dogs. No longer crawling on all fours like a dog, and gradually regaining sanity, their family is extremely grateful.

All in all, the person who came up with this method is clever, both harnessing the demon’s power and preventing its psychic onslaught.

Those men in black, Xia Er held his hands, “Beasts in colorful clothes”…

When the team was gone, people dispersed one after another and went to work on their own.

After young soldiers joined the army, women and children assumed the main labor.

Rania found Ciel who was hiding: “Why are you here? I almost couldn’t find you.”

“You came just in time.” Ciel patted her. “I have something for you to do. Do you know where I can send a letter? Someone would like to come here to interfere in affairs.”

Chapter 137

Gladio’s patience is getting better.

Recently, it has devoured souls over the years, studied advanced mathematics, and let Ciel do his own thing.

After sending a letter to Ash Tree Hall to introduce the situation, Ciel roamed the surrounding countryside on horseback, observing the effects of the peasant uprising.

He saw an aristocratic manor burned and looted, the serfs were freed from their shackles, dragged sack after sack of grain from the barn, burned his betrothal deeds, and held a petition to the god of vengeance, Vig. Small celebration.

Afterwards, they tied the local baron to a post and burned to death, kidnapped his wife and daughter, collected all the weapons that could be taken from the manor, and in one fell swoop, they fled to the army of the Baniesta brothers.

The rebel army under the rule of Baron John was growing in popularity, and swept into many nearby villages and towns, and almost all of the areas near Fort Limbian were involved in war.

Some of the farmers are usually resentful, and some are resigned, but they are generally calm.

But now the current situation is chaotic, they have to make a quick decision, either run away as a family and enter the control area of the Baniesta brothers, praying for protection, or join the militia established by the nobles overnight to guard against the infiltration of the rebels.

It was midsummer, which was supposed to be a busy season for farming, but there was no well-cultivated farmland anywhere that Shire passed. The weather was hot, no one carefully irrigated it, and a large number of seedlings were dying. Shire was born in a farmer and knew what it meant. , No matter whether the nobles win the battle or the peasants led by the Baniesta family succeed in the uprising, there will be a grain failure in the Limbenburg area, which will induce a large-scale famine.

What shall we do then?

Charles thought, they couldn’t conjure food, and in the end they had to borrow from the neighboring Ash Tree Hall, but Count René’s loan… It seems that the nearby nobles have become synonymous with nightmares.

In order to find the source of the demon’s summoning, Ciel rode to the village of Huron, where the Baniesta brothers were located.

The atmosphere is grim and the surrounding area has been taken over by nervous rebels.

The Ciel found that they clearly divided the local population into two factions, one called the loyal Baniesta gang, and the other was accused of being the baron’s lackeys. Once someone was accused of this, they were waiting for endless curses and insults. And blows, most of these people are usually close to noble families.

They also named a person every day, said he had tipped off the nobles, and then killed him on the outskirts of the village.

“Down with Baron John! Baron Prince! Baron Rolle!” Charles saw a man in a gray coat standing in the shade, shouting to the surrounding villagers.

“Ooh!”

“Kill them!” The crowd echoed.

“Down with Earl Chris! Infiltrate Forestside!” he continued to shout.

As an important castle on the frontier of the kingdom, Limbian Castle might not be easy to conquer, but people didn’t think much of it and were still enthusiastic.

“Down with Count Chris!”

“Kill him!”

“Down with the king! Eliminate all nobles! Eliminate all noble privileges!” He punched in the air. “Victory belongs to us! Victory belongs to everyone! Create a country without nobles! Everyone is a king!”

“Victory is ours!”

“Victory belongs to everyone! Everyone is a king!”

People were so excited when they heard such a novel slogan, Shire rode away and came to a relatively clean open-air hotel nearby. There were many tables in the fence, and a halfling leaned on the signboard wind flag at the door. , looked up at Ciel, who was riding on Fury.

“Eat? Drink? Rest?” the halfling asked.

“A halfling.” Charles rolled over and dismounted. “I need food and wine.”

“Thank goodness you didn’t call me a dwarf.” The halfling turned and walked over to the stone hearth, bringing Charles bread and warm beer.

“I thought you all lived in the forest.” Ciel had only heard of halflings in the stories. They were gentle and innocent in temperament. They lived together in the forest and were not easy to fight. If travelers approached, they would warmly entertain them, and when a crisis draws near, prefer to flee with the family than to be involved in conflict.

“Most of the same clan is like this.” The halfling climbed up on the chair. He had the innocent face of a child, but his eyes were very mature. He was only two-thirds of the height of Shire, nearly one meter two, wearing a well-cut short jacket. The red hair is naturally curled and there is no beard.

“So why did a halfling enter human society?”

“Are you a social researcher or something, oh, a talkative adventurer, maybe.” The halfling rested his chin on his hand. “Hopefully you won’t be the seventh customer this year to default on his drink and run away.”

Charles put a silver coin on the table: “What’s your name?”

“Carl.”

Ciel pointed to the excited people in the distance.

“Did those people have any influence on your business? I mean, including these recent events.”

“One day they’ll smash my shop and send me back into the forest.” Carl shrugged.

“They want everyone to be king. You should prepare for the throne in advance.”

“I’m not human’.”

“The bread is good.” Possibly the most fluffy and sweet Shire had ever eaten.

“Ha.” Carl was clearly proud of his craft.

“There should be more halflings joining human society.”

“Few halflings pass the life test.” Carl shook his head.

Shire heard that halflings have short lifespans, most of them can only live for 10-20 years, and there are animals.

He scrutinized Carl in front of him carefully: “You should live longer than your peers, do you have any secrets?”

“I guess you’re here to eat and drink.”

The peasants dispersed in a burst of enthusiasm, enthusiastic about the prospect of this rebellion,

“I wonder how the uprising was judged from the halfling’s point of view?” Charles asked.

“They…they will create a new order, if they can hold on until next fall, the nobles here will be wiped out, and then the nobles in other parts of the kingdom will feel anxious, block the border, and Limbenburg will be in chaos. , I can’t see what they can get out of it. Those who go to battle will die, those who stay at home will cry and mourn, and the bandits will multiply their rampages. Is this how your immortal race squanders your life?”

“If you don’t die on the battlefield, you will starve to death. If you don’t have a hard time, you won’t have the courage to fight the nobles,” Ciel explained.

“You’re an adventurer, and you should focus on taking risks.”

“I think so too,” Charles said.

Ciel slept all night in Carl’s open-air tavern.

Things have gradually reached a complicated stage. I thought that people summoned demons, and he came to destroy them. It was so simple and easy to understand.

But if he also kills the two demons with colored strips, the uprising will fail immediately, the property of the nobles will be damaged, and the reckoning in the autumn will be more tyrannical. beheaded.

After waking up the next day, Ciel had eaten breakfast, and before he set off, he heard a burst of shouting.

A messenger in a straw hat rode through the village, holding a red and black flag high, shouting: “Cheers! We win! Cheers! We win!”

Charles paid a little attention, and the news spread like wildfire that the Baniesta brothers’ rebel army had assembled more than 4,000 people, and the night attack Count Chris had assembled to prepare for the counter-insurgency.

Count Chris assembled most of the vassals in the territory, with more than 8,000 people, including more than 50 knights, but they were defeated by the Baniesta brothers by night attack.

The color-striped beasts were not restricted by the darkness. They broke into the camp at night and slaughtered wildly. Count Chris was only spared, and his eldest son died in battle.

“It’s so powerful.” Carl was a little surprised, “Those color-striped beasts are really strong.”

“They become stronger by eating souls.” Ciel sighed, “They are demons. When they were first seen, they were medium-level. Now that they have eaten hundreds or thousands of souls, I am afraid they are infinitely close to high-level demons.”

“Evil…demons?” Carl was even more shocked, “Those things with colored stripes on their bodies are demons?”

“That’s what I’m here for, halfling.” Ciel mounted angrily. “The nobles are done now.”

“Where are you going?”

“Hulun Village.”

“That’s the lair of the Baniesta brothers.”

“They returned from battle, and I intercepted them there. I can’t sit back and watch the demons get stronger.” Ciel stroked the scabbard.

“Good luck.” Carl handed him some sweet bread. “If you like what I make, take more with you, human.”

“And you?”

“I’m going back to the forest, the human world is not suitable for me, not suitable for a life like ours.” Carl was a little sad, looking back at the entire open-air tavern.

The charr can imagine the scene of it being robbed and burned. If the halflings stay for too long, they will only be headed to different places. People don’t like this kind of aliens. weak.

“If you like it, or if you still have hope for human beings, you can go to the Demon Hunter Sanctuary in Ashtree Hall and call my name. Charles Grani. There is a very large kitchen there, dozens of A human being who is waiting to be fed, they are all good people and will like you.”

“Forget it, the more humans, the more annoying it is.” Carl left.

Ciel rode on his wrath and continued to approach the village of Hurren, and that evening he rested by a creek and camped on arid high ground near the current.

He leaned back against the roots of the tree, built a fire, and roasted tree fruits and fish on the flames. He watched the flames. The fire was a very beautiful landscape.

The surroundings were quiet, so he could easily make out the sound of approaching footsteps.

Charles drew his grey knife and looked back at the visitors.

It was a group of knights, and there were many horse-riding soldiers behind them. They were wearing dilapidated armor, and their expressions were embarrassed. Some of them had freshly bandaged wounds, and their hair was messy. There were about 30 people. It seems that there was a fight on the way. , the weapon is stained with wet blood.

“Good evening.” Ciel looked at them, “What is your important business?”

The soldiers made way for a nobleman in the middle, who wore a silver headband, green eyes, blond hair, a tired expression, and a crimson cloak.

“Mr. Charles Grani,” he said hoarsely. “I’m Chris de Forest, Earl of Limbenburg. Help us.”

A sergeant got off his horse, took off an iron money box behind him, and presented it to Charles respectfully.

“There are 1,500 gold coins here.” Count Chris bowed his head to Ciel, “Just look at the face of Lord Rene… help us.”

Chapter 138 Canonization Upstart

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