Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 156

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 156]

The rain was pattering, and it was pouring down in an instant. People shouted, fled in all directions, and hid in their homes, but more remained here to watch Charles and France decide the winner.

“Do you want to rest?” Francis laughed, “I’ve decided to teach your entourage.”

“Let’s wait for one side to fall!” Ciel looked at the people who were still around, “I can’t let everyone down.”

“Come!”

Tensing up their strength and roaring, they attacked each other again.

Is this why people are so obsessed with fighting?

Is this why so many people are eager to learn the secrets of the clash of swords?

Drenched, exhausted, and stressed, Ciel felt an unprecedented boost.

–boom!

“The winner is decided!”

“My God! My God!” people screamed.

Chapter 197 Narrow compartment

The heavy rain flowed across the grounds of the house, and Frances stepped on a wet foot. When he rushed over, he slipped and slipped, and the winner was decided.

Ciel stretched out his hand to help the blood-stained swordsman master up. They didn’t say a word. They consciously helped each other and turned into the room, where a room of apprentices was crowded, staring at the soaked two.

Frances muttered something, dripping water behind him as he walked, and Ciel was also wet and sticky.

He and Francesher came into a small room with only a pair of chairs, a round table in the middle, and a bare fireplace.

Ciel took off the rain-drenched armor, left a relatively dry shorts, and lay lazily on the big chair: “Damn…”

“Your Excellency is unparalleled in martial arts.” Ciel was full of admiration.

“You are also… strong… strong to death…” Frances placed his elbow on the armrest and put his hand on one side of his cheek, “I’m so scared… I was beaten all over… It seems that I will be killed at any time. Same……”

“You’re obviously very good at it.”

“What… Once a person is experienced… they will become less courageous… I just want to do it in the way that is most comfortable for me… Unknown masons also occasionally make wonderful works… Famous masons will only copy when they were young. The award-winning work… Ha… Master of swordsmanship, your favorite fighting style… Or keep the rhythm in your own hands… If the other party always appears unexpectedly… I really have a headache…”

Elijah poked his head at the door, and Ciel called him in: “This is the disciple I want you to teach.”

“…Come here…young child…” Frances looked at him lazily, pinching his hand twice on his shoulder, “The first step to becoming a swordsman is to eat fat, and then become Strong, thin… not good.”

“He can eat Hesse,” said Charles casually.

“Of course…of course…he has the idea of chasing the limit…seems to see the enthusiasm…child…turn around…” Francis ordered.

Elijah turned around honestly.

“Then walk away from there…to get acquainted with the structure of the house…” Francess dismissed him.

He just wanted to talk to me, and it looked like I had his attention.

Ciel saw the bumps on the other’s face: “You fell.”

“…It’s nothing…repeated injuries…Drinking dragon’s blood at the age of 25…the scars left on my body…limited to my youth.” Frances said slowly.

Ciel unconsciously stroked the mark on his cheek: “Youth punishment.”

“…Whoever does not have a tragic past has no great future…On the contrary…the first half of life is smooth sailing…the second half of life will be severely punished…because fate is impermanent…Only those who have been wounded by swords understand How to avoid the next injury…”

“As far as I know, that’s not the case. People suffer today, they suffer tomorrow, and they suffer until they die,” Charles mused.

“In your opinion… life is astonishingly unfair… I think life is still fair… Fate treats everyone equally… There is no one who is particularly good or… who is particularly bad.”

“Because most people can’t express their attitudes, most people silently bow their heads in injustice.” Charles thought of those ordinary people, “Like your former peers, those who were defeated by your sword, I guess they Up to now, nothing has been accomplished, only you have succeeded alone, opening up a dojo here and cultivating swordsmen.”

“If you want everything to go well…dream…” France muttered, “the people lying on the golden hill…are they not suffering? The troubles they feel are different from others…they are misinterpreted as no troubles… …I ask you … Grani … do you find your life difficult?”

“Disaster.”

“Yeah…you have the ability, but you still feel that your destiny is difficult…other people have no ability…the future is also unpredictable…you see…everyone suffers the same way, but in different ways…the torment of the nobles…the common people The torment of the swordsman…the torment of the swordsman beginner…these are the same…”

“What do they have in common?”

“…for things that are clearly unavailable…too obsessed…actually…letting go.” Frances reclined on the chair. He looked lazy, but he was strong everywhere. The result of years of exercise.

“I am a demon hunter,” Ciel thought for a moment, then said, “my purpose is to stop the demon army, which is also extremely difficult, and I am deeply worried about it. If I tell you, It’s true that I can live a carefree life from now on, but I can’t do it.”

“That’s why…the pain keeps spreading…if you can’t do it, you can’t do it…some are not capable…some are not talented…some are not the environment…I have traveled to various places in Loman for decades…I have seen too many Swordsmen, swordsmen either show amazing abilities in the first duel…then go smoothly…or…fail, then fail the second time, fail the third time… just let it go It’s pretty good too… turn to work for ordinary people… but if your head is too hard… bow your head and study hard… waste your life… This is the path that fate gave them a fair way… but they must die. drill…”

Ciel pondered for a moment, and finally realized that he didn’t want to delve into these matters too much.

He felt that some things had no answer in themselves and could only be proved by actual actions, so he had to say: “The war is about to break out.”

“…Yeah…the war at the door…”

“How do swordsmen view secular warfare?”

“…In 474…the Baron of Fauer hired me to fight…Ah…” Franz’s eyes seemed to be covered with a shadow, “It’s strange…it’s strange…”

“It must have been a complicated experience.”

“No…not complicated at all…they couldn’t stop my sword, they…desperate…I killed about 30 people on the first day…On the thirtieth day, I approached their walls, They surrendered… well… I… hate war.”

“Why?” Actually, I also hate war, but if it comes, I don’t want to miss it. I want to witness tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of people charging against each other in the open field, exhausting all the military technology and strategic planning of both sides, and finally seize the victory.

“Because… not pretty… A swordsman is an artist who paints with a sword… A skilled opponent is a superior paint… Both the farmer and the knight are… inferior… I cut a lance… tied him Get up…and quickly end the war…”

“Am I the best paint?”

“This room…witness the strong!” Frances jumped out of the chair, opened his arms, and raised his head like a child. His white hair seemed to be born, and Charles noticed that he still had a pair of bright red pupils. He was half asleep and half awake, and he couldn’t see it clearly. At this time, his eyes were round, and the bloody eyes were clearly discernible.

Even if Francesca was a monster, Ciel would believe it.

“You will bring all the strong people you meet here.”

“Yes…communicate with them…listen to their real thoughts…” Frances pointed to the chair where Charles was sitting, “This chair has entertained countless famous people…West Coast Sword Saint Julian…Empire Ren Jacob… The Vala swordsman Janus of the peninsula… and Shinji of Izumo…”

“Where is Izumo Country?” It was the first time Ciel heard of this country.

“That’s… a giant island far off the west coast, across the sea from us… where cat people live… that country… interesting! Cats are the rulers… cat people maintain the dignity of cats as samurai …and human beings like us…are farmers in that country…”

“Cat people…” Charles pondered, “Do they have cat-like heads and hair?”

“Yeah… Xinzhi… He was an unfaithful retainer… was exiled overseas by the cat… To the people of Izumo… it was Luoman… He traveled… looking for a long-established swordsman Challenge to raise money for the journey…I fought with him for a long time…I defeated him…but gave him the money anyway, if he has been on the road…may be in the fabled east now…” Frances recalled.

A big cat once sat on the chair I was sitting on.

When Ciel thinks of this picture, he feels very different, a cat head, a human body, and a sword, just outside the far west sea. It is said that when Edwo walked the world, he tried to build a ship to sail to the west sea, but he also failed, and the west sea was so vast. Surrounded by clouds and mist, any ship would get lost there, and the most skilled captains would not dare to go too far from the shoreline.

“It’s a good match, I like it very much.” Charles summed up today’s action.

“…What you lack is…experience in fighting against masters…over and over…over and over…your willpower, your weapon, and your pace…all are standard…your literacy… …I am a swordsman with a peaceful temperament…but if you come across those masters who are unscrupulous…willing to win…they will trick you and kill you…stomp over your corpse…”

Ciel kept reminiscing about the lightning-quick fights he had with France before. Just one fight like that was more meaningful than hundreds of low-end fights. At that moment, Ciel felt that he had gained a great experience. It is not a perception that can be obtained by synchronizing memory.

“Last question,” Charles said.

“Please……”

“I already know how to predict the opponent’s actions to attack, but if the opponent also knows this, what should I do?”

“Naturally… prejudging how the other party will respond to your prejudgment, and then… make a prejudgment attack against the prejudgment the other party has made of your prejudgment…”

This sentence was long and complicated, and it took Ciel a long time to think clearly: “Multi-layer pre-reading.”

“…yes…whoever has the most layers…wins…so, when I play against any juggernaut-level character…we’ll stare at each other…for a long time…”

“What if I don’t want to delay so long?”

“You know what to do.”

That’s right, Xia Er has come to his senses, as long as the pre-judgment is thrown away, it is enough to attack first from the very beginning.

The opponent will not expect that he will launch a reckless attack without defense like a beginner.

He felt that his skills had taken another step forward, and he was completely able to deal with enemies who were proficient in martial arts.

Elijah turned in through the door again: “Master.”

“I… let you go outside to spin… spin… spin…” Francesca was very dissatisfied with his interruption.

“No, it’s not like that,” Elijah said quickly, “Lord Rocher has sent someone to find you, asking you to complete a major mission.”

it’s time.

Ciel stood up and greeted Francesca: “I am very grateful to you for nursing and teaching Elijah while I was running for the war.”

“…I will…when you come back to pick him up…ha…he’ll…he’ll be…reborn…” Franco stared at Elijah.

Elijah looked at the white-haired, blood-eyed appearance and tried to stay calm.

Well, it’s definitely harder to train under this guy than it is for me.

Ciel turned out of the side hall, the big war was approaching, there was nothing to be afraid of, because there was no way out.

I hate nobles, but if I don’t help them, I will die before them.

Chapter 198 Outpost

It had rained, and the sky was grey.

Of all the weather, Shire actually prefers the rainy season, but it’s best when he’s sleeping.

He remembered a beautiful summer night, when he was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. The bed was very hard, but it was padded and naked, but he couldn’t feel the cold. He listened to the pouring rain outside and the Lixia’s breathing, if possible, let the time freeze at that moment.

Rocher and Shire rode on horseback on a hill, which was higher than the surrounding plain, and the terrain was rough and suitable for defense, but there was no water source.

The advantage is that the field of vision is wide, and Ciel can see the flags and figures at the end of the horizon, constantly moving on the hillside.

The king’s army, he thought.

“Can Your Excellency Ciel investigate the movements of the king’s army for me?” Rocher turned to Ciel. “The scouts I dispatched before have died one after another, and they have not returned. There are all kinds of anomalies, needless to say.”

“Dangerous things are difficult to handle.” Ciel wanted to see Roche’s anxious expression, but found that she still looked cold, “–I should be the only one who can get away.”

“Yes, unless the situation is so different, I really don’t want to put Your Excellency Ciel in danger. I will pray sincerely for Your Excellency Ciel, and I hope that the gods will be a little kinder and protect Your Excellency to return safely.”

“How does it feel to cooperate with the army in Yuwan Hall?”

“The Duke of Gregory is arrogant and undecided. Everything is decided by his servants. Everyone wants to praise the Duke as a savior, divide the territory, and free Upper Loman from the shackles of the west coast.”

“Independence from the king? Why? Someone should see the risk.”

“The young duke Roses suggested that everything should be prudent, but the desire for power fascinated people, and people advocated ‘East King’, ‘King of Rain Bay Hall’ and other grand and false names day and night. The united front is still the position of the Chetra family.”

“The wine people? What do they think?”

“In order to celebrate the independence of Upper Loman, Jon Chetra spent a lot of money to build a golden crown, which is dazzling and dedicated to Duke Gregory. As long as the king’s main force is defeated in World War I, the duke will be crowned at the Temple of Rain Bay Hall. Draw the line between Redwood Mountain and the West Coast.”

“Badly.”

“Is it rash? Where does peace come from, and peace is taken from war. If there is no courage and strength to win in war, peace will be at risk of being whipped and humiliated at any time. Regional peace does not depend on servility and reliance. It is an army and wise rule that is enough to maintain its own independence. The king can go through Rain Bay Hall to judge Earl Garnier at this time. After a few generations, the West Coast may swallow up the Ruiwei family and support the new nobles as vassals. In any case, The king’s intention to leapfrog the ruler of Ashtree Hall is to secretly test the bottom line of the Rivi family, Duke Gregory, but it is only a clear statement of his attitude.” Rocher said.

“But there are still risks. We have to win. If we lose, both the Ash Tree Hall and the Rain Bay Hall will have nothing.” Ciel pondered.

If Rocher doesn’t speak, will she be nervous too?

The nervousness shows that she is interested in this moment.

This is not the love between men and women, not the noisy neighborhood, not the regional crisis of one city and one place, but a war that affects the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people.

If Garnier hadn’t shot Lord Rene… Rene might know what to do, and Rene would be able to maintain the Ash Tree Hall well.

[End of This Chapter]