Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 136

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 136]

“There is no eternal enemy.” Gina looked at her father’s dead body. “Charle, I didn’t let you in so you could talk about these things.” , the nobles still see me as a commoner.

“…” Ciel stared at Rene’s wreckage, Sarah’s eyes flickered, standing outside the door, not wanting to come in.

If I were her, I didn’t want to come in and smell the stench. If I didn’t see Rene’s broken remains, I might still have the impression of Rene being tall and healthy.

“My father left, and in such a sad way.” Gina’s voice sounded like broken glass cutting ice.

“I’m very sorry.”

“I don’t need to be sorry, I need answers.” Gina pointed to the arrow stuck in Rene’s chest, “Luana said that this arrow has power attached to it.”

“If it is a bow and arrow with mana, we should be aware of it.” Ciel frowned, “This is an unadorned arrow.”

“The answer is clever shielding.” Luana stretched out her hand and stroked the arrow. The shaft was grayish-yellow and unremarkable. “The shooter was guided and instructed.”

Don’t ask how she knew, Ciel thought to herself, she was so familiar with dark methods and demonic sorcery.

“Is it a hallucination? So this incident is closely related to dark wizards, to demon worshipers,” said Ciel.

“If your function is only to summarize the situation, you’d better make some progress.” Gina sarcastically said, “Go and pull my brother out of the sad and abandoned state, don’t let him give up on himself, Ashtree Hall needs him, The Alberta family needs its male heir.”

“Someone needs to bury Lord Rene’s body,” said Ciel.

“I’ll worry about it.” Gina looked at Rene, “Father, my father…”

His tone was like reproach, but also slightly reluctant.

Gina’s fickleness has always kept Ciel unpredictable.

Ciel entered the castle, the maids and servants whispered in twos and threes, talking about unspeakable topics, and a large number of soldiers shuttled through the corridor, casting scrutiny on Ciel and Sarah.

“They’re suspicious of us.” Sarah was uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry.” Ciel took her to the Wizard’s Tower, where he once fell, and the scene of that day is still vivid in his mind. After going up the top floor along the roundabout stairs, Ciel pushed the door, but did not push, “the door locked.”

“No.” Sarah pressed the door with her hand, whispered a wizard spell, and the door opened.

The wizard’s room was still as cluttered as ever. Ciel saw human bones, large monster hearts in jars, stewing pots, broken strings, and several tables against the wall, stacked on each table. Manuscripts, notes and glass bottles, Draco was sitting at the table drinking, ignoring the two who had rushed in.

“You’re drunk.” Charles saw Draco’s cloudy eyes.

“Damn.” Draco took a sip of wine. “You and your master… Etienne…”

“Mr. Draco…” Sarah was worried, “Are you all right?”

“Don’t tell Delicious, she’ll laugh at me.” Draco said hoarsely, “I’m going back to the Everglades.”

“Go back? The Great Swamp is in chaos now, and the people of the Dragon School are searching for members of other schools.” Sarah was surprised.

“They can’t help me…I don’t get involved in the fight…I just need a quiet death…”

“Death?” Charles was surprised. “Why?”

“There was a young man that day . . . very young and energetic, his name was Rene de Alberta, and he called himself Rene of Ashtree Hall at that time, and he passed the Great Swamp, and he was full of everything here. Interested, he made friends with me in the swamp, filthy Draco, he doesn’t dislike me… Rene is such a generous person… fuck… we explore the hidden corners of the swamp, he dares to Big, energetic, he wanted to try everything, he invited me to Loman, I set off because I had done enough research. We had a great time, we talked about everything, he gave me money to buy Equipment, let me do experiments, everything is fine, everything is fine…”

Draco took a swig of wine and began to cry again.

Sarah looked distressed, she hadn’t thought that Draco would cry.

“We should do something,” Sarah whispered to Ciel.

“We can’t help him,” Charles whispered.

“…Everything was going well…until his heart was stolen by a Loman woman, and she dug out his heart, and since then he has settled in the castle, and since then he has gotten fatter and fatter. Bigger, he’s accumulated wealth since then, and he gave everything he had to a fucking marriage. Now he’s dead, killed by his most important son.”

“It’s the dark wizard, and the dark wizard is behind the scenes.” Ciel said quickly.

“So what?” Draco growled.

“You’ve lost your temper,” said Charles.

“Am I wrinkled and grey-haired so I can’t be as emotional as a young man? Should I just ignore it and be restrained? Why?” Draco raised his voice.

“You find the culprit, you discover the truth of the matter, you win! You defeat evil! You defeat demons! You destroy all chaos! Will all of this bring Rene back to life? Will it bring us back in time? Memory and truth are like Dissolving like a bubble, it flows into the sea and never returns. Everything we know is engraved on the face with the sun and the moon… one after another…”

Yes, we can’t do anything, the dead are gone…Ciel regrets.

“Sarah, Sarah.” Draco picked up his staff from the ground and stuffed it into her hand.

“No—no… Mr. Draco, you can’t…” Sarah was startled. “This is the most powerful…”

“In the name of Draco in the Corpse Throwing Swamp.” Draco sang loudly, “I, named Sarah Bush Shadow as a consultant wizard in Ashtree Hall, the entire tower is at your disposal, and all the property here is also It’s yours.”

“Huh?” Sarah was a little surprised. “No—I—”

“There has to be a wizard here to rule,” Draco whispered. “There has to be a wizard here to rule, and you’ll speak up for the people of the swamp, you’ll deal with the supernatural happening here, the mundane to the mundane, The wizarding world belongs to the wizarding world. All Lomans cannot be trusted, the only thing you can rely on is the white basswood wand I gave you, and it will break all obstacles for you.”

“I’m still here…” Charles muttered.

“You’re nothing, Lorman’s demon hunter, you can’t do anything.” Draco said in disgust, and then suddenly moved up to the windowsill, chanting the wizard spell aloud, turning into a goshawk, vibrating Wings fly away.

Draco just gave up the Ashtree Room… Ciel was frustrated, but it seemed that the wizard stayed in the Ashtree Room because of Rene, and now that Rene is dead, Draco has no reason to stay here anymore.

Etienne ruined his past, Garnier ruined his future.

Is he going to stay and track down the culprit?

Is he going to stay and protect the territory?

Everything was useless, he couldn’t save Rene, maybe he couldn’t bear the guilt in his heart, if he followed Rene closely, maybe that arrow…

Looking at the white basswood wand in her hand, Sarah was a little stunned: “Grandma said that Draco’s wand is his treasure, one of the most powerful wands in the Everglades, and it has been around since 400 years ago.”

“That’s great, what does it do?”

“I’m not kidding, it can turn you into a donkey, just wave it at you, and even if it eventually returns to normal, it will leave a huge back molar.”

“Ah, don’t be like that.” Shire was a little nervous, and if the wizards said that, it was probably true.

“Mr. Draco…” Sarah looked in the direction Draco left, “He’s not coming back?”

“I think so, unless the situation in the Great Swamp doesn’t go his way, but in that case, he might also head east to Frostfall, or south into the Empire…” Ciel wasn’t quite sure.

“I’m the wizard of the territory.” Sarah savored the weight of the concept. “Charle, what do you think I’m going to do?”

“Do what you said before, didn’t you say before I set off that you want to… change? Improve the image of the wizards and let the Lomans accept the wizards, and this will take some time to reconcile.” Ciel said.

“I’ve changed my mind a bit. Maybe the contradictions are irreconcilable.” Sarah mused, “Maybe the wizards are destined to be unacceptable to the Lomans. We are the citizens of the Great Swamp, and we shouldn’t try to integrate into other ethnic groups.”

“So?” There was an ominous premonition.

“Maybe wizards should hide from the world,” Sarah had a strange idea. “Wizards build a place that only wizards can go to, but can be entered from many places in this world, where wizards will find a paradise.”

“Can the shaman script create space out of thin air?”

“A white basswood wand is enough.” Sarah stroked the wand in her hand. “It can simulate the power of any kind of shaman script, and it only has a partial effect, but it is enough to solve a lot of troubles.”

“If I need help, I’ll help,” said Ciel.

“Everything in here belongs to me.” Sarah looked around. “I don’t like this… mess.”

“But I can use it.” Charles looked at the middle table, still remembering that there was a Soul Stone hidden in Draco’s drawer, something Gladius had longed for a long time ago.

“Give me a chance,” Graduu muttered, “give it to me, I can do countless things with it. Lie for me, steal something for me, what’s the problem? Think about it, we What’s the matter?”

Lie to Sara for Gladiu’s sake, or walk away with her and sneak back in to steal…I can do it, Sarah trusts me so much…but why should I help Gladiu?

what the devil desires…

Charles looked at the drawer, and then at Sarah.

“Huh?” Sarah asked in confusion.

Chapter 170 Divergences

Charles hesitated.

what should I do?

Do as Gladiu says and trick Sarah into taking that Soul Stone from Draco’s Vault.

Or should I continue to deal with Garnier as if I didn’t hear it?

“It’s very important to me, Ciel.” Gladius rarely shows such an attitude. “Just think it’s for me, okay?”

Well, think of it for the Blade Demon.

“Shouldn’t we go?” Sarah asked. “Go find Garnier.”

“Okay,” Ciel said. “Did you see a soul gem here?”

“Soul stone…” Sarah looked around. “What do you want that for?”

“I got one by chance when I was on an expedition, and temporarily kept it with Mr. Draco. I guess he doesn’t need it now, so I plan to get it back.” Will I regret this moment in the future?

Seduce Sarah with serpent-like words.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.” Sarah drew out her wand and felt it in the air a little. “It’s on the table.”

“It’s here.” Ciel opened the drawer, it was placed in the previous position, only deeper, he picked up the amber orb and put it in his backpack, “It’s as beautiful as before. But I don’t know yet. What is the use of the soul stone?”

“It’s a medium for storing souls, buried under the swamp like minerals,” Sarah explained briefly. “Can we go? The smell here isn’t very pleasant.”

“Yes, yes.” Ciel left Draco’s workshop with her and walked towards the bottom of the tower. He felt a brief sense of guilt, but it quickly disappeared.

“You lied before, it’s okay, we all have our own purposes.” Gladiu’s tone was evil.

“Do you want to absorb the soul in that amber stone?”

“Wrong, it can be the core of the new body and used to create my new undefeated demon body.” Gladiu was proud, “The sharp blades are everywhere, and the world is roaming.”

“…you want to leave my body?”

“Charle, I won’t treat you badly, you just need to know this.” Gladiu persevered, “Forget this matter, I can’t leave your body without your consent.”

“But you already have what you want, a core.”

“Of course, Charles, I long for freedom. But I know you won’t give me freedom so easily, so I can wait, and I have plenty of patience to wait…”

Ciel shuddered at the thought that Gladius would break my shackles one day.

At that time, I will be face to face with it, as in the Duskwood, and it will use all its blade powers to rip me apart like a pile of tentacles.

“You have self-knowledge, which is good.” Gladiu was delighted.

I can keep this gem.

It will not cause harm now. Without my permission, Gladius can’t escape… But under what circumstances would I voluntarily allow Gladius to leave?

Ciel isn’t quite sure, that kind of thing can’t happen, right? How could I take the initiative to let the Demon God of Blades come into the world?

Unless my death is near, my life is in danger, my mood is down, and nothing matters.

“What are you thinking?” Sarah asked.

“It’s nothing, some trivial things.” Charles kept a distance from her.

“Grandma advised me to find a husband early.”

“That’s fine.”

“If I had the chance, I’d like to find someone like you.” Sarah’s tone didn’t sound like she was joking. “You look… good.”

“I’m right here.”

“But not you, because your desire is too strong, I’m afraid it will be unbearable.”

“I can hold back.”

“In addition to these problems, I also think it is more reliable to fall in love with a person from the big swamp, because they know the things in the swamp, and they will help me recall the riddles of those star maps and big trees.” Sarah has some longing .

“It’s a pity I can’t do that.” Ciel looked away.

[End of This Chapter]