Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 141

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 141]

“Huh?” Charles was a little surprised.

“If I stayed in the village as a silversmith, I would be rich and peaceful, but only rich and peaceful.”

“I see.” Ciel nodded, that kind of life can surpass millions of people, but he can’t surpass himself.

“It’s all because of you,” said Gladiu angrily. “You made many people dream by promising to teach other people spells.”

“I seem to have a different perspective than others,” Ciel expressed his confusion in his heart. “I think it’s natural to share the power that I have with others, so that everyone can also have power.”

“That’s because all you meet are good people, young people with weak minds, and they still believe in justice and rules. But five, ten, fifty years, with a long-term vision, once you fall, they have sharp weapons and kill them. Heart starts.”

Being broken by Gladius, Ciel didn’t know what to say. He changed people’s fate, but for better or worse, recruits were mixed, and a qualified leader was needed to prevent them from going astray.

He could only pat Elijah: “Work hard.”

“Yeah.” Elijah nodded.

There was a poor knight at the entrance of the village, sitting on a big tree stump, with a long sword and pestle on the ground, full of beards, serious expression, wearing a small cap, and his armor was a bit dirty, but the parts were complete and lacked maintenance.

As soon as Ciel and the others walked in, the poor knight immediately stood up with his sword swung, with an old-fashioned attitude: “Hey, visitor from afar, don’t act rashly.”

“We are passers-by, come here to rest.” Charles said.

“The world is dangerous, the Hundred Sons Group is active, murders and sets fires, conducts many spies, sneaks into the villages and listens for information. Strangers are not allowed to enter!” The knight was very serious.

“Okay, I have a showdown.” Ciel raised his hands. “I’m Ciel Grani from Ashtree Hall. I’m here to investigate information about a case under the order of Lord Garnier.”

“Hmph, there is no evidence.” The knight swung his sword forward with a straight posture, obviously he had learned swordsmanship.

“How can I prove it?”

“If it was Charles Grani of Ash Tree Hall, he should be full of heroism, and there is no difference where the blade passes.”

“Indeed, let me prove my identity.” Ciel flashed his gray knife.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” The knight raised his sword above his head and charged as he howled.

Totally a reckless man, Ciel stabbed the sword out, the sharp blade pierced the long sword, and immediately blew a corner of it.

The knight swept back the notched sword, with no intention of stopping the fight, and swept the sword with force, trying to cut Ciel in the middle.

It was too fierce, and Xia Er took half a step back. His legs were still weak, and he had no time to retreat, so he had to block it with a knife. When the weapon collided, Xia Er was in an unfavorable position, and it was difficult to exert his full strength.

The knight swung several swords in a row, each of them aimed directly at Ciel’s vital points, forcing him to parry one after another.

Fortunately, the foundation of swordsmanship still exists, and they will not be defeated for a while. They fought at least twelve or three times, and then they separated.

Ciel’s arms were sore: “Are you still fighting?”

“Wow!” When the knight roared, his beard flew up, still slashing at Ciel.

His strength is so strong!

So far, I have no fatigue, it is the type of lifeless, I have to find a chance to recover my strength.

Among the human beings who have competed, the opponent can be regarded as the one with the best endurance. Sword fighting is much more tiring than the public thinks. With a weapon weighing several kilograms, it will be exhausting to swing a few back and forth horizontally.

If you swing and collide with high intensity, your energy will be exhausted quickly.

How to win?

How can I win against this fool.

Ciel thought for a moment, then took the initiative to attack, stabbing at the opponent with a little extra strength.

“Ow!” The knight shouted like an animal, waving the notched long sword to block, and at the moment when the weapons intersected, Ciel quickly turned his sword and moved it under the knight’s long sword, causing the two to cross.

In this way, the knight completely blocked the air, and Ciel took advantage of the momentum to move forward, the sword against the opponent’s tattered armor.

“You lose,” Charles announced.

“Excellent! His Excellency Charles Grani! It’s too late to welcome him.” The knight saluted to Charles.

“Why do you now know that I am Ciel, what if I were a passer-by with excellent swordsmanship?” Ciel felt amused.

“Uh.” Judging from the knight’s face, he never thought about this question.

“It’s okay, I don’t know your name yet?” Ciel asked.

“I am Laqui’s Bicester too.” The knight reported his home.

“Please lead the way, we are indeed sent by Garnier to investigate the case, and it is related to a wandering float currently residing in your village. They have arrived now.” Ciel said solemnly.

“I will arrest them immediately!” Bicester was in a hurry and was about to act immediately.

“Take your time, don’t scare the snake.” According to this knight’s irritable temperament, it will definitely make a loud noise, which will only scare away the suspects.

“Yes.” Bicester led Shire and the others into the village.

There was mud on the ground. A village girl was bathing in a large bucket beside the stable, exposing her body magnanimously. Perhaps it was Ciel’s illusion, and she felt that her expression was a little dull.

Elijah glanced at him and turned his head immediately.

“You rarely look at women’s bodies?” Charles asked.

“…” Elijah didn’t want to talk about it at all.

Well, that’s really nothing fancy.

“It’s Roquena of the Wielvy family, a mentally ill person, a person who has entered into evil.”

“Oh.” A shadow passed through Ciel’s heart. “You should watch over her. Hmm…isn’t this village rich?”

Loman people are very afraid of mental illness, and ordinary villages will send special personnel to strictly guard the lunatic to prevent them from running around.

People like her are even more at risk. Unmarried men and widows and old people will use her to vent their desires and drag her into the wild as long as her stomach is not big.

“Velius Skyripper lives nearby, making the village sleepless!” Bicester said solemnly.

“Dragon?” Ciel was quite surprised. “Is it a dragon?”

“Yes, a mighty flying dragon that often raids the countryside, feeding on the inhabitants and flocks.”

Dragons are extremely scary creatures. Although most dragons have migrated to the far south, there are indeed a small number of dragons who can live in Loman. In order to resist the cold climate, they have evolved the habit of hibernating, which has killed many dragons. , Ciel knew of many dragon slayer warriors who specially chose to enter the dragon cave during the winter and kill the unsuspecting sleeping dragon.

“Because there is no money to eliminate it, and its existence has kept the village impoverished,” Ciel guessed.

“Accurate.” Bicester clenched his sword. “As long as I have the money to refurbish the armor and weapons, I’m willing to fight it.”

“Better not.” Charles shook his head, it was too dangerous.

They approached the wandering float.

Bicester told Shire: “They’re a team called Seawitt Fisheyes, and they’re going to have a big show here tonight.”

“How grand?” Charles asked curiously.

“Look at their team.” Bicester pointed to the team of floats parked in the middle of the village. Ciel saw three or four big cars from a distance, and heard the happy music coming from the cars. They were probably rehearsing in the cars. Let’s play, some happy players.

“What did you see? Gladius.” Ciel asked in his heart.

“What do you expect, no demons, no scary monsters, just quiet entertainers who don’t speak a word and can’t speak, waiting to impress the villagers with a performance,” Gladiu said happily.

Charles stared at the situation over there, and saw a particularly fat clown in the distance, wearing a humorous arc-top hat, jumping and jumping with a cheerful smile, his smile was very contagious, and people couldn’t help it. Follow with a smile.

“We’re going to the show, but you’re gathering your people to surround the venue,” Ciel whispered.

“Yes.” Bicester nodded.

To avoid being noticed by the wandering floats, they rested under a dense tree on the outskirts.

The Ciel taught Elijah how to make a fire: “Light leaves and pine needles with flint and flint, which are simple flames, and then take a stick to make a fire, and use it to light a large block of wood. The large block is the main fuel and can burn for hours. Note Make sure the air circulates, don’t block it, if the flame gets blocked around it, it will go out on its own.”

Elijah tried to make a fire according to the method taught by Shire, and it was successful: “Oh!” He was a little surprised.

“Right.” Charles smiled.

He looked inside the village, and it seemed that the performers in the wandering float were moving, and the sound of grand and happy music was louder and louder, as if they were going to hold a performance soon.

“Let’s go after we’ve eaten,” Ciel said, “to watch their ‘show’ to find the villain who handed Garnier the evil treasure.”

Chapter 177

In Shire’s eyes, Brian was an oddball.

He shouted loudly, imitating the roars of animals, and the shouts extended far in the wilderness, overshadowing the cicadas and birds, and Shire was a little worried that this movement would scare the residents of Laquay Village.

After a while, a black-furred badger was attracted by the sound and grinned at him.

Then Brian bent down, pounced, grabbed the badger in his hand, unfastened the knife from his waist, and cut open the badger.

Strange, I thought he was going to sign a contract with the little animal.

With an inhuman noise, Brian took out the badger’s entrails, dug in the ground with his hands, dug a shallow hole, stuffed the animal entrails in, backfilled with soil, compacted, and then prayed in the language of the Everglades. , like seeking shelter from the spiritual energy of the land.

This is in line with Shire’s consistent imagination of wizards, primitive and wild, just like the original wizard, seeking to integrate with the whole world and listening to the voice of nature.

Although Elijah’s father was a pig butcher, Elijah did not learn any skinning skills, and he had to be taught by Charles slowly. He showed Elijah how to delicately skin animals with a knife, point by point To rip it out of the muscle without destroying the integrity of the fur itself, he did only half of it, and taught Elijah to handle the rest.

“It’s amazing.” Elijah tore off the complete badger skin, a little happy.

“You’ve learned your skills.” Ciel nodded approvingly.

Elijah fondly stroked the badger hide, which was soft, sticky and bloody on one side, fluffy and thorny on the other.

“Can I keep it?”

“Do you like it? No, no, it’s raw hide, it rots like an animal carcass, and it stinks and rots after a while,” Ciel explained.

“Oh.” Elijah was clearly disappointed.

“The tanner will scrape the fat off it, soak it in a potion for tannery, leave a hard hide, boil it in water, it will harden in the boiling, and then hand it over to the craftsman to make the armor, the boiled hide That’s how A came.” Charles said.

Elijah hands it to Brian: “Here’s its skin.”

Brian didn’t answer, but Elijah insisted, so Brian took the skin and threw it into the fire. Seeing it scorched and dissipated, Elijah was a little surprised.

“We ate its flesh, and we can no longer use its skin and bones,” Brian said mysteriously.

“Then what should I do if I want to use animal skins and bones?” Ciel asked.

“We have to ask the forgiveness of their souls, lest they curse us in the future.” Brian was serious.

Ciel cut the badger into several parts, and they each skewered the badger with branches, grilled it on the fire, and slowly turned it over the fire. Grilling is probably the most interesting way to cook, watching the raw meat slowly in their hands. There’s nothing more fulfilling than getting it cooked, getting the heat just right, and making it gradually juicy and delicious.

“You seem to understand how spells work.” Ciel put the marksman’s talisman next to the fire. “Do you know what to do with this?”

Brian looked at the amulet on fire: “There are some familiar techniques.”

“what does that mean?”

“It was the people from the Seal of Heatris who created such a thing, I am familiar with it.”

“The members of the Wandering Float gave it to Garnier, so the Dark Wizard’s Bazaar does play a role in the conspiracy.”

Brian grabbed the two ends of the marksman’s talisman with both hands, and broke it apart with force, revealing the core of the talisman. It was a rhombus-shaped crystal with tiny runes engraved on it. .

Charles carefully observed and found that the engraved on it was not any kind of text he was familiar with: “Witchcraft?”

“Similar things.” Brian’s voice was hoarse. “The magic props carry witchcraft. We transform witchcraft into figurative symbols. Only highly skilled wizards know how to do it.”

“You can do it too.”

“I can.” Brian nodded. “There are traces to follow. Witchcraft is a spell that can be explained. We use specific characters to operate it. As long as we record enough clear and logical characters on a suitable carrier, It works the way the maker wants it to work, and crafting a spell item is a vast art that requires understanding both the spell itself and how to record it.”

“It works according to a certain character…it meets the expectations of the producers…so it will target Count Rene.”

[End of This Chapter]