Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 121

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 121]

“You don’t even have the courage to draw a knife, of course I advise you not to do it.”

“I know, there are crossbowmen staring at me,” said Ciel.

“Your wisdom should be applied to the right path.”

“I have used it in the right way.”

The charge of the cavalry gradually stopped, and slowly stopped on the way to the hill.

Chris sensed something was wrong: “…what did you do?”

“As early as two weeks ago,” said Charles, “I wrote a letter to Ashtree Hall, full of my judgment on the situation.” The letter was passed on by the prostitute, fortunately she was reliable.

“…You brought those hunters under your command? Just by them?…”

“See for yourself.”

The Limbenburg cavalry stopped, lined up in place, and even began to retreat, while the peasants stretched their heads and made a brief clamor.

Of the two armies, the third appeared slowly, and in the sun the Shire saw the green hyacinth flag flying high.

The cavalry was at the head, followed by the infantry, with a mighty force of more than 1,000 people.

Earl Chris stiffened.

“…Alberta family? How are you?…”

“I’m not stupid,” Ciel looked back at Count Chris, “I know that nothing can be done with the power of a farmer.” Only nobles can check and balance nobles.

Chris clenched his fists, trying to suppress his anger.

“If I were you, I would consider the advantages of cooperation, not the bitter consequences of confrontation. It is not shameful to bow down to your people. The lord’s mission is to protect the masses, not to kill them.”

“The gods are blinded, the order is chaotic, and the kingdom has fallen to this point.” Chris said unwillingly.

The family has passed on honors and duties from generation to generation, and for him, making concessions to the commoners must have been a shame for his ancestors.

Charles thought.

“Your Excellency Chris,” said Shire, “for generations to come, you will be grateful for your kindness.”

“What a sweet kindness,” Chris quipped. “Threatened by someone half his age, I thought it was Lord Rene, but it wasn’t even him… not Rene…”

Garnier rode happily towards Windmill Hill, with several capable guards by his side.

He had stubble and seemed to be taller.

“Lord Chris! Your Excellency Ciel!” Garnier greeted them warmly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“Is Master Rene okay?” Chris greeted Garnier with a smile.

“Thanks to you, my father is in good health.” Garnier said lightly, “I saw your cavalry being dispatched, so hurry up and follow, is there any misunderstanding?”

“Were your troops stationed nearby in the first place?” Chris asked.

“Yes, Ciel advised me to march slowly, because I heard that the two of you are going to talk for a long time. If I arrive and it’s not over, why don’t I have to wait?” Garnier laughed.

“Yeah, yeah.” Chris responded flatly, “I crossed the border rashly, I didn’t see the courtesy of the Alberta family.”

“I’m sorry, my father has sent a messenger.” Garnier was surprised.

“Not received.” Chris was confused.

“I’m afraid that the carrier pigeon was shot by passers-by to make stew, or the messenger was killed in the middle.” Garnier said embarrassedly, “I’m very sorry.” This guy has also learned to lie.

“…” Chris was speechless for a moment, I guess he knew, but he didn’t want to tear his face, “…What is your purpose.”

“According to the West Coast Code, we have the right to arbitrate major disputes between neighboring lords and their subjects, and to witness everything as an impartial third party.” Garnier said generously.

“…The Great Priest of Ash Tree Hall needs to be present.”

“Bring it.” Garnier pointed to the temple team in front of the back, and the temple guards held spears and flags high. The new high priest is a generous, kind-hearted rich man, easy-going, and greedy for donations from believers. The rebuilding of the local temple is a long way off, but he never gets involved in intrigue.

Chris stood silent for a long time.

“…” Finally he went to the mill. “…I’ll see how everyone is talking.”

When Chris was gone, Garnier hugged Ciel warmly.

“Thank you for introducing me to this opportunity, I have long wanted to try to do something big.” Garnier was very happy.

“Lord Rene will be very happy if you successfully complete the arbitration,” said Ciel.

“My father always suspected that I was incompetent, and taught me day and night. When I solved the matter here, I helped the farmers to assert their rights, and relieved the trouble for Lord Chris. When I went back, my father would definitely be very satisfied.” Garnier looked proud.

“Of course, qualified lords can affect the affairs of nearby territories and eliminate potential disasters. But I thought you would be lightly dressed, but I didn’t expect to bring an entire army.”

“Father let me experience what it’s like to lead a march, this taste…” Garnier looked strange, “It’s not very pleasant.”

“Oh?”

“The people under my command have different personalities and different abilities. I don’t know how to send them to the right positions. Then they take turns making noise in front of my tent day and night, complaining bad things about my colleagues.” Garnier shrugged.

“It may be much better when you take over the position of Earl.”

“It’ll take more than ten years. Hey, did you get the horse I reserved for you? They praised that horse so rare in the world.”

“It is indeed a rare good horse, thank you very much, the next summer hunting will be very pleasant.”

“Hey, my archery skills are so bad that I won’t be able to get any honors this year.” Garnier seemed to be a little concerned about this.

“Didn’t you train well?”

“It’s a matter of talent.” Garnier shook his head, “Okay, Ciel…” He restrained his smile.

Why did the atmosphere suddenly become so serious.

“how?”

“To be honest, I saw that Lord Chris’s army was ready to charge. Are they trying to destroy those peasants?”

“Yes. Fortunately, you showed up in time.”

“……why.”

“Because he didn’t want to submit to the peasants.”

Garnier walked under the tree next to him and stroked the bark: “I heard about what happened recently. If it were me, I wouldn’t be willing.”

“why?”

“I think of my father.”

“Yes… Lord Chris lost his son in that night attack.” Ciel still remembered that the rebels were once in power and the demons trampled the camp. Count Chris was only spared, and his eldest son was killed in the rebellion.

“I heard that Lord Chris negotiated with the rebels, so I followed your suggestion and brought the army closer here. I saw the cavalry under his charge charging. For a moment, I thought it was better to stop and let this negotiation. Rupture, clear out the traitors, so that Lord Chris can avenge his children.”

“but……”

“You don’t know, Ciel, I have met Lord Chris’ son, his name is Jory, he has been to Ash Tree Hall, and he talked to me about his ideals when he was a little drunk, he… He said that he would wait for him to inherit When he came to Limbenburg, he wanted to clean up the maladministration in the territory, help the poor to achieve justice, be a well-known and good lord, just and good at management as described in the poem, mediate all contradictions, and arbitrate right and wrong in the court. . . . I heard he died horribly… his head…”

Charles looked at the mill, and there came a burst of shouting, clapping, and cheering.

Earl Chris walked out of the main entrance and waved his hand: “The treaty has been drawn up, come in and see.”

The farmer representatives ran out from his sides laughing, clenching their fists and clapping their hands.

Garnier, didn’t you care?

And the sons of thousands of peasants who also died.

Charles thought.

Chapter 151 Vykuvi Village

Shire and Morgan go to receive the land given to the sanctuary by the nobles, a village called Vycuve.

“Ines didn’t send anyone else?” Ciel was a little strange, “Only you?”

“Yes, Master.” Morgan greeted Ciel on a gray horse. As a second-phase recruit, he passed the recruit trial last year in Xue Yue and became a qualified demon hunter.

Whenever he hunted down a monster, he would go to his father’s grave to smear and comfort the hero.

“She really trusts Garnier and me.” If we were wiped out by Earl Chris here…

“Ms. Ines knows what to do.”

“How was the sanctuary when I wasn’t there?”

“As always,” Morgan said politely, “Ms. Ines manages everything and keeps the church in good order. Citizens sometimes pray and worship in front of the church, treating it as another temple.”

“It’s up to them if they like.” After the temple was burned down, everyone really had nowhere to go.

They rode across a grassy slope and saw a vast field of farmland. The farmers had already heard about it, and gathered, Wuyangyang formed a large crowd, and took off their hats to Shire.

Charles nodded to them, rolled over and dismounted.

“Mr. Grani.” A middle-aged priest stepped out of the crowd and greeted Ciel. He wore a soft hat and looked thin and seemed to have undergone penance.

“You are?”

“The local priest Kailin.” He explained, “I explain the classics and convey the oracle for everyone.” In a sense, he should also be the village chief here.

“Good priest, have you heard of any divine foreshadowing recently?”

“The gods said you would be an excellent lord,” Kaelin said kindly.

“I won’t be here permanently, I’ll be returning to the sanctuary soon, and I’m not a noble, so…” Ciel was not quite used to it for a while, and everyone looked at him eagerly.

“In any case, Vykuwei Village and the more than 100 acres of nearby fields belong to you.” Kaelin handed the land deed to Shire, with the transfer clause written on it, and it only needs to be signed to take effect.

“Everyone is a resident of this area.” Ciel looked at the peasants.

“Yes, to be precise, it is the tenants here. Everyone worked hard to make a living. Fortunately, the war did not affect this place. This is everyone’s lease contract.” Kaelin handed a stack of thick leases to Shire .

“That’s a lot.” Ciel flipped through a little, and stipulated that people must pay 25 catties of grain per mu each year, and they could also pay a healthy adult animal or an equivalent weight of agricultural and sideline products as mortgages. The annual land rent of more than 2,500 catties of grain is obtained from the farmland.

Grain is expensive recently. One catty of grain can be sold for 7 copper coins. Ciel estimated in his heart that if he sold all the grain for money, it would be equivalent to more than 700 silver coins or 50 gold coins.

“Fast forward to reducing rent and interest, and distributing seed tools for free. Or are you reluctant to give up these precious possessions and refuse to reduce your income?” Gladiu sneered.

“This is a beautiful village.” Ciel saw the humble cottages built by the people themselves, as well as the vast forest, streams and pastures, “Well… let’s find a place to sit first.”

Kaelin took Charles to a clearing to rest. There were big trees that were cut down, and they were sitting on the stump. A woman brought Charles milk and sausage and looked at him timidly. Probably everyone has heard of it. After the events of the past few days, the treaty was drawn up, under the coordination of Garnier, the nobles made concessions, and the rebels also disbanded and returned to their fields.

Some decrees in favor of the peasants were passed, the war tax was abolished, the extortionate and miscellaneous taxes were reduced, the penalty was reduced, many lands occupied by the nobles were returned, and people could enter those mountains, rivers and swamps again, but people had to perform additional corvée service and patrol the borders. , beware of an invasion, both sides can accept the current situation, the rebellion is over, and the name of Charles Grani is also heard near Limbiang.

Ciel saw that everyone had not left, and the villagers here were still eagerly awaiting, wondering how Ciel would rule here.

“I…” Charles looked at these dozens of faces, the men wore rudimentary undershirts and leggings, the women wore short skirts with ruddy faces, the children were black and thin, afraid of life and wanted to make a fool of themselves, and the old people were uneasy. Waiting for an order to be given.

Some thoughts came to him.

“I have an immature idea.” Ciel supported his chin with his hand, “How about letting everyone manage themselves?”

“What does that mean?” Kaelin was confused.

“The Ash Tree Hall is still some distance away, so it is not convenient for me to rule.”

“You can find tax collectors, I know some very suitable people, and they will manage the property for you.” Kaelin said easily.

“That’s very good and worry-free, but nothing has changed. A voice told me that even if we walk a thousand or ten thousand years, we will eventually return to the track of nobles and common people, rule and surrender, but Maybe… maybe people can manage themselves, people are equal to each other, and there will be less torture.”

“Naive,” Gladius cried.

[End of This Chapter]