Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 246

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 246]

He came outside, and much of the snow was evaporated by the heat, leaving a ring of dry ground.

“Gladius?” Charles asked. “You haven’t spoken for a long time.”

“certainly.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Because I want to cry, woohoo,” Gladiu said.

“You? Want to cry?”

“I’m very sad.” Gladiu said, “Looking at those corpses, they were burned alive, I’m so sad.”

“This is you, this is the blade demon?”

“Bastard, this is you! I feel your heart, so I have similar thoughts and are infected by you.”

“I’m really sad,” Charles said.

“Luana is too bad,” Gladiu said. “But even so, you made a lot of trouble in the garden for her before, and you didn’t tell her the truth.”

“I’m doing that because I want to see her laugh, a real, heartfelt laugh. Not an evil laugh or a yin-yang laugh.”

“you saw it.”

“I’ve seen it, it’s more beautiful than ever, the cutest Luanna’s smiling face, so beautiful.”

“No one cares.”

“Yeah.” Ciel said, “No one cares, it’s very humble, she’s gone now, I forgot to tell her. The next time I see her, the King of Darkness should have been overthrown by me. I can live well with them, forever.”

“It’s okay, she doesn’t understand, someone understands.”

“Who?”

“Me. Who else,” Gladius said arrogantly, “I definitely feel your innocent love.”

“…You are a demon of violence, an immortal old man.”

“I’m youthful and dynamic! Powerful and tyrannical! Who can deny it? The blade demon rules everything!”

“No one can deny it.”

There was silence for a while.

“Luanna loves me, and I love her too,” thought Charles.

“certainly.”

“But something seems to be missing.”

“I don’t know,” Gladiu said, and after a while, he added, “No one knows, it’s just that the idea is not very close. You are… um… how do you say? You are the ultimate reformist! Willing to It mends the world. In every world crowded with intelligent creatures, there will be one or two people of your type, and you always feel that the world will be better if you give goodwill, and you are willing to fight for it for life.”

“Did my presence make everything better?”

“Do I need to tell you this?” Gladiu said.

Ciel thought of the gray light flashing in his soul.

“I seemed to have a moment of divinity, but I gave up,” Charles said.

“‘Bystander’? Nothing good, you have a new one,” Gladiu said.

Ciel observed his soul, and suddenly saw a faint golden light, so dim that it was not divine, but had a similar form to divine.

“What is that?” Charles felt carefully.

A luminous flow of heart slid through him, and he realized the greatness, the sublime, and the excellence.

“If I had to name it, maybe I’d call it the divine ‘savior’. Of course, it’s very rudimentary, because you’ve only made a small contribution.”

“Oh,” Ciel said, “Is it true that this hostile world also rewards people who do good deeds.”

“People who have been unlucky all their lives will occasionally encounter one or two lucky things, and then let them forget the previous ninety-nine pains.” Gladiu sneered.

“I see.”

“Actually, these were created by the people you rescued. Isn’t it easy to be divine? You’ve already acted like a god, and you suddenly decided to help them. For them, it’s almost like a mechanical surrender. God, they see you as a god from the bottom of their hearts, and when these beliefs are projected onto you, they create a true divinity. Although it is only a very weak and unreliable prototype, it is at least a breakthrough from nothing.” Gladius explained.

“Keep going.” Ciel thought to himself, “I won’t give up.”

The moon and the stars are sparse, and the long night is finally bright.

The villa was burned to the ground, leaving nothing but charred ruins and large frames.

Ciel sat on the snow with his knees on his back, watching the survivors get together, someone brought a blanket, brought each other some warmth, found something to eat from the burnt kitchen, and shared it with each other.

When they looked at Charles, their eyes were very respectful.

The relatives of the deceased came to the manor overnight to cry over the corpse.

I can feel their emotions and I’m sad too, but I can’t cry, my eyes hurt when I want to cry.

Charles thought.

Julian sat by the fountain, and Marissa leaned beside him, holding the quiet child in her arms.

He stared down at his burnt villa, but couldn’t help but smile when he saw his wife and children.

“Luanna…” Julian asked Ciel, “What is the relationship between Luanna and you?”

“You can hate me,” Ciel said. “I feel like you’re responsible for what you’ve done in the past, so I didn’t intervene.”

“Who is Luanna?” Marissa asked. “Is she the one who set the fire?”

“A miserable child,” said Charles. “Something extreme. But she’s gone.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Julian added. “It’s okay, Marissa, let me talk to this gentleman first.”

“Yes, yes.” Marissa nodded, gently reassuring Jesse with her uninjured hand.

“I know, this day should come.” Julian bowed his head, “You saved my family, I won’t ask for more. We have to continue to work hard to live. As the seven gods taught, it is better to die than to die. alive…”

“Death is easy, life is hard,” said Charles.

“It’s not a pleasure to die.” Julian smiled bitterly, “I run a medical clinic. I have seen countless elderly people in my life. They suffer from illness, many of them are terminally ill, and most of them can’t afford to see a doctor. They are in their seventies or eighties. Come on, ‘there’s hardly any need to live’, ‘enough’, it’s a bunch of ‘immortals’. But they all don’t want to die, and no one wants to buy me the Eternal Dream medicine and wake up, I swear, dear sir , there is no one looking for death. No matter how old they are, they all try to endure it, and they can live one day at a time.”

“So don’t give up,” Charles said.

“I can’t give up,” Julian said. “Marissa’s ideal is to run a free clinic, and we have to work hard to realize this dream.”

“We actually already know a lot of principles and have the ability to cure many diseases,” Marissa smiled. “It’s just that many people can’t afford the money, and money can’t be the threshold for treatment. We have to save people, the more the better, the more people can be relieved. sickness.”

“I thought you would be sad.” Charles looked at the villa in ashes. “The money is gone.”

“Not only that, but I’m also injured.” Marissa looked at her burnt arm, “but it doesn’t help. The disaster just broke out like that, and we can’t turn back time.”

“Do you know who set the fire?” Charles asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was an accident. The ground suddenly shook, and fire burst out from all directions. Does it have anything to do with the person you are talking about named Luanna?” Marisa asked.

Charles and Julian exchanged glances.

“It’s an accident.” Julian whispered, “…A complete accident, no, nothing, just take it as our retribution, hey, I’ve actually done a lot of bad things too.”

“My dear Julian, whatever it was,” Marissa kissed him, “it’s all paid off now.”

No one knew it was Luanna who set the fire, so that’s fine.

As dawn broke, the guards finally arrived at the scene, pushed open the gate, and sprinted towards Julian.

“Mr. Julian!” shouted the lead captain. “Are you all right?”

“Thanks to the gods,” said Julian, “all is well.”

“Great.” The captain of the guard looked at the ruins of the fire. “…It’s a big fire.”

He turned to Charles.

“Do you know what?” asked the captain of the guard.

“I don’t know,” Charles said quietly.

“He rescued us!” The noblewoman came over and said with a beaming expression, “We were trapped in the dining room and were almost finished! But he suddenly broke the door and rescued everyone.”

“You are a hero!” said the captain of the guard in surprise.

“Yeah yeah!”

“so amazing!”

“We all owe him a life.” Others came over and said excitedly, “He saved us from the fire! Like a legend!”

“Great! I thought something big was going to happen, and I was ready to be fired before I came. Dude, I declare that you are our most laudable citizen, a hero who has done justice, and is as mighty as the ancient hero that the bard said. A great example of the fire scene!” The captain of the guard announced happily, “I’m going to award you a medal!”

“Keep that.” Charles smiled, “I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Where are you going?” the noblewoman asked.

“Go to the West Coast,” Charles said.

“Then I can be your guide, dear southerner!” said the noblewoman, “I am the Queen’s best friend, and I know the West Coast well.”

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“Thank you for saving me from the sea of fire,” the noblewoman said happily. “In return, I’ll take you to the West Coast to play.”

“Very good.” Charles nodded, “You can call me Grani.”

“It’s like a surname, do you have anything to do with that famous Chargani?”

“I’ve never heard of him, can you introduce him?”

“He, I heard that he is a handsome prodigal son, a demon hunter, a master of swordsmanship, and he works for the Alberta family in Ash Tree Hall. He is very successful.” She introduced.

“Can I have the honor to know your name?” Charles asked.

“Of course,” said the noblewoman briskly, “I’m Shanel of the West Coast.”

“The fire was terrifying,” said Shire, “leaving wreckage and painful memories.”

“Yes.” Shanel nodded, “I almost thought my life was in danger, but fortunately you are here. Are we going to leave?”

“I haven’t rested all night, I have to go back and lie down for a while.” Charles said.

Shanel walked up to Dr. Julian and comforted him.

“It’s all right,” she said. “Everyone will help you rebuild this manor. You’re such a good doctor.”

“I need to repent,” Julian sighed. “It’s better to donate that money to hospitals and orphanages.”

[End of This Chapter]