Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 139

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 139]

“Dead?” Delich’s mouth twitched. “That guy… has a good relationship with Draco, not a normal one.”

“That’s why Draco didn’t want to stay here any longer. He gave Sarah the basswood wand and passed on her the role of the consultant wizard.”

“Sarah…” Delicious sighed, “you have to help her, boy, she sometimes gets to the point.”

“That’s why I came here. I seem to have made her angry.” Ciel was humble.

“You bastard, I’ll teach you not to do anything with her. Love needs to be cultivated for a long time! Of course I know it’s a disappointment that Sarah has no children at this age…” Delicious almost jumped stand up.

“No, I don’t. It’s something else.” Charles sighed. “It’s a long story.”

He told Delicious about the differences between himself and Sarah about 80-90%, withholding some inconvenient details.

“Sarah believes in herself and her own rules of life, so she doesn’t feel right to do anything that doesn’t fit her heart,” Delich said.

“Of course, of course, I should have a good talk with her, maybe she has a better idea.”

“It’s always good to be able to communicate.” Delicious nodded approvingly.

“I wanted Sarah to help, but she justly refused me. Can you help me with the fur of the white deer? I want to use its defense to make some good equipment.”

Delicious inspected the whole white deer: “The person who hunted it is skilled.”

“It’s the function of this amulet.” Ciel showed Delich the marksman amulet, “Can a magic item do such a thing?”

“Rare, but it does exist.” Delich picked up the amulet to observe, “Where did you get it?”

“According to Garnier, he took it from a wandering entertainer. He shot the white deer with a bow and arrow that must be hit, and did something irreparable…”

“Is he so stupid? What is the irreversible thing?”

“Lord Rene died because of this, and the arrow was directed to his heart, I…” Ciel sighed, “Garnier is very painful.”

“He shouldn’t have done this.” Delich frowned, “If the witchcraft imposes a specific curse on Rene, the arrow will actively seek the old man’s heart.”

“Garnier has his own reasons.” Ciel shook his head, “I would do it if it was me. I also long for cheap power, sudden gifts, and amazing luck. I also thought before that demon worship would Very popular because people just sell their soul to gain the powers promised by demons. But now I realize why we want to stop this behavior – because the consequences are unpredictable. The most reliable power is always in our own body and mind .”

“You’re right.” Delicious nodded, “leave the white deer, give me your cloak, and I will sew the white deer skin on it, so that your cloak will give you a protective layer of aura, so that You are immune to arrows and blades.”

Powerful, very powerful, just imagining this treasure cloak made Ciel feel a little anticipation.

Like hundreds of arrows bouncing off White Deer, this cloak will surely protect me from long-range projection.

Thinking of this, Ciel couldn’t help but smile: “Thank you very much.”

“Sarah said you’ve changed, but I can’t see it at all.” Delicious said leisurely, “It’s still that stupid boy.”

Delich handed Ciel some healing elixir, and then told him to leave the potion shop.

Charles returned to the sanctuary, turned back to his room, and threw himself on the bed to rest.

He needs to recharge, his legs are healing, but not as strong as they used to be.

He clutched at the thin silk quilt, stuffed with heavy cotton, soft and warm, and enjoyed lying on it. He rolled over on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his mind.

He tried to shield the inner noise, relax as much as possible, and clear his mind.

It worked, Ciel felt everything suddenly disappear and he fell asleep.

Yet dreams still haunt him.

He dreamed of the ghost of Rene de Alberta, he was crying, Count, will you cry too?

You are so strong and tall, with a ruddy face and a good temper, you take care of everything in your own way, but you cry too, you died at the hands of your own son, and your son was an unqualified lord, at least till this moment.

Gina mentioned to me that you were the worst of the last dozen generations and the best of the next, and now I kinda know what that means.

The weeping Count Rene was still staring at Charles, his eyes blushing and blistering, looking very ugly.

Don’t stare at me like that, my lord, I didn’t kill you, Draco mourns your death, and you and a friend like Draco cry for you.

How many people will cry for me after I die?

Demon?

Demons don’t cry.

“You’re right,” Gladius said. “I’m as incapable of tears as you are.”

Gladiu’s blade swayed Ciel’s dream, tying his consciousness back to the real world.

When Ciel woke up again, he found that it was almost dusk.

He tossed and turned, feeling restless and restless for a while, his physical strength and spirit recovered, but it only made him think more deeply about the reality around him.

He picked up a fruit bowl from Alicia’s dresser and ate two grapes, which tasted sour.

“Now I know why Rene-sama is crying and looking at me,” Ciel said to himself. “He doesn’t want me to lie.”

He wants his son to be punished by the law dignifiedly, and he hopes that his son will not spend the rest of his life in guilt.

The torture may be cruel, but Garnier has since had a good conscience.

Lies can falsify the truth, at the cost of Garnier’s sleepless nights for the rest of his life.

Lies save your son, Rene, I’m doing good deeds, really.

Charles thought to himself.

Let me go.

The room seemed less gloomy, and he opened the curtains to let in the twilight light.

Alicia pushed the door and walked in, complaining to Ciel about her two younger brothers.

“They want to get married, they want money, they have food and clothing,” she said.

“I’ve never seen them.” Charles sat beside the bed. “You’ve been in contact with them?”

“Fool, my brothers and I have lived for a long time, we have known each other for more than ten years,” Alicia lay on the bed, she was wearing a plain linen dress, the hem was above the knee, “they are not bad people, They’re just too stupid.”

“Stupid than you.”

“I sometimes do smart things, but they are often foolish, believing that those friends will teach them to do business, and they will lose money again and again, and then ask me for it.” Alicia complained.

“Tell me about these businesses.”

“Let’s put it this way, there’s a guy named Bruch Valdrak from Redwood Mountain, one of those half-civilized mountain folks who say they’ll make a fortune buying medicine for leech disease. ”

“No result?”

“Sure, there’s not a single leech here, but my brothers believed it, they thought kids in the summer months would go to the lake to play in the water and get bitten. Their minds are that simple. I guess that Ward Luck took all my brothers’ money to eat and drink.”

“We have a balance, so it’s okay to help them, but we can’t help them unconditionally.”

“Okay, my family asked me if I could let them work here.”

“Work? I think they can only be sweeping servants.”

“Doesn’t that make me too useless? I can’t even help them arrange a worry-free job for the rest of their lives.” Alicia shook her head.

“I’m not sure I’ll be safe in the second half of my life.” Ciel shrugged, “They should find a craftsman to learn some craftsmanship.”

“My little brother looks down on carpentry and wants to study at Claude I University.” The school was named after the famous and beautiful man Claude, who exchanged his heart and liver for the mysterious wizard to fight against the army of elves.

“The west coast is similar to the hidden cave in my opinion, and the life of the residents in it must be very dangerous. This is not a good time to go to college.” Charles shook his head, “Have you seen Franks? He is on the west coast. The sanctuary has fallen.”

“He asked me if I had monthly bills, and I gave him 5 silver coins.”

“Good.” That was too little.

“Stop talking, what do you want to eat at night?” Alicia touched Ciel.

“Bread and you want it.”

“Humph.”

Take a long vacation for yourself, hug her by the fire, take a good rest, forget about Rene’s violently dead body, forget about Garnier and Sarah, and forget about Gladius.

Charles’ heart swayed.

How nice would it be to do so?

“Alicia,” Charles said.

“hold head high?”

Let’s go play by the lake, let’s see if there are leeches there, maybe the guy from Redwood Mountain is right.

“I may have to go out again in a while, you take care of yourself alone.” Charles said.

“Okay, hey, I’m used to it.” Alicia shrugged.

Chapter 174 Training Grounds

Exercise when you have something on your mind, this is what Ciel thinks. While waving his weapon, he synchronizes the memory of that other world in his heart, and searches for Ci’s life insights from it.

Ci was also confused. Before he became the guardian of the Zhumen Gate, his experience was quite rough. The gravity of the world seemed to be very light, so the life was thin and tall, and the buildings could be easily repaired to a thousand feet. For a long time, Ci. Just practice your martial arts on a thousand-foot tower.

He practices day in and day out, and the problem is, no one wants to hire him.

The Nagisa Gate where Ci is located has developed a fairly good order. In that kind of society, literature and wisdom can create greater value, and the importance of martial arts and combat effectiveness has become increasingly marginalized, and many people can even accumulate large amounts of money through speculation. Wealth, you can enjoy the appreciation of real estate without labor.

So for a long time Natz was quite lost, wondering if everything he was doing made sense.

When synchronizing to this memory, Ciel was not feeling well. In a world doomed to destruction, it seemed that everything was the same.

So, why am I still practicing here?

Ciel lost his center of gravity with his knife and stumbled.

Pain in the legs, sweating in the back, and soreness building up in the muscles.

“Come here.” Ciel looked at the people on the sidelines.

The hall on the third floor of the sanctuary was transformed into a training ground. Everyone was watching here. When they heard Ciel speak, they looked surprised. Half of them never thought that Ciel would specify that they would require one-on-one training.

“It’s you.” Ciel pointed to a third-stage recruit with a dazed head and a big waist. The other party looked like a vulgar farm child, fifteen or sixteen years old, and already grown to the height of an adult. Ciel put the gray knife aside and picked it up. A training wooden knife.

“Um…” The boy also picked up a wooden sword.

“Use the technique I taught you to defeat the Templar Master.” Hugo encouraged.

“What’s your name?” Charles asked.

“Pepin.”

“What do you know?” Ciel swirled the knife in his hand and took a stance. Many of the three recruits had been sent home by Hugo, and the rest should hopefully become official hunters.

“I know how to use a sword.” Peiping swung his weapon, boldly, and smashed at Xia Er.

“Are you afraid of demons?” Ciel held his sword in one hand and took a square in the air, making a crisp sound as the wood collided.

“I’m not afraid.” Pepin retracted his weapon, and then stabbed again quickly.

“Why did you join the church?” Ciel stepped back, avoiding the edge for a while, then raised his backhand and smashed the sword in Peiping’s hand, forcing him to admit defeat.

“Everyone says I’m timid, and I want to prove myself.” Pepin was a little disheartened, but stubborn, “I want to return home with a lot of money and honor.”

“Good luck.” Charles greeted him, then turned to the old West Coast hunter. “Franks.”

“Hey.” Franks stood up bravely. After joining the church, he trimmed his beard. Now he looks good, but he looks like a senior. It seems to be worthy of respect, but Xia Xia You only respect Etienne alone.

“What do you know?” Ciel raised the wooden knife above his head.

“It’s not a problem, I can do anything.” Franks picked up a heavy wooden greatsword, held it high above his head as well, sliding his sleeves over his arms.

“Are you afraid of demons?” Ciel charged forward, observing Franks’ movements.

“It’s my job to hunt demons!” Franks slashed down the great sword with great force, and Ciel retreated at the critical moment, the tip of the sword cutting through the air in front of him.

“Why join the sanctuary?” Ciel walked around Franks, observing the other party’s flaws.

“Because I have to!” Franks roared angrily, and then violently slashed down towards Ciel.

Head-to-head slash, the stunt mastered by Xia Er’s heart, not only did not retreat in the face of this sharp slash, but instead quickly took a step forward, facing life and death.

The people around screamed, Ciel approached, Frank’s weapon swept past him, and he could miss Ciel’s body. At this moment, the outcome was decided between lightning and flint, and Ciel had bullied him. Franks, put the knife to his chest.

“Huh…” Franks looked surprised, “How did you…”

“It’s better to move forward than backward, and struggle to win over hesitation.” Ciel suddenly felt a little clearer. No matter what the choice is, just let go and do it. If you get knocked down, stand up. If you fail, start all over again. Use this life to prove it. Right or wrong, totally worth it.

“Very good.” Franks shrugged. “You have the skills.” Does he still care about me taking the silver key?

Of course, no one will be willing to bow their heads for anyone.

“Let’s exchange spells,” Ciel said. “I need the spell from the West Coast Sanctuary, and I can exchange it for the native spell.”

“…” Franks pondered, “I have four magic spells.”

[End of This Chapter]