Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 28

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 28]

“That’s all because you made up your own mind and changed my original words. I have a hand in fooling mortals.” Gladiu refused to accept.

“What? I’m expressing what you mean, no matter how you change the wording, it’s the same.” Ciel and the demon quarreled.

“Again, he’ll definitely be shaken.”

“But there’s no second chance, we’re done, we’re going back to the Hunter’s Sanctuary.” Ciel sighed.

“Don’t worry,” Gladius muttered, “I actually probably know why he has the confidence.”

“Didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I need time to confirm.” Gladiu explained, “My current state is not easy to detect the outside situation, I can only use your eyes and intuition to analyze the surroundings. In fact, I feel some in this castle. Something very charming and very annoying to me, like some kind of mysterious source of power.”

“for example?”

“It may be a gem that contains endless energy, it may be an ancient artifact that has been buried for a long time, who knows, but it seems to be incompatible with our ethnic group.”

“That is, something that has a unique threat to demons.” Ciel pondered.

“It may be because of the existence of ‘that thing’ that the noble oppresses you recklessly, because even without you, he has a way to deal with the devil… You have to go and see what it is.”

Hearing this, Ciel’s interest was also a little piqued.

“Where is it?”

“Follow my instructions, go forward first, go down the stairs, go to the end of the corridor on the left, and change to another staircase…”

Ciel followed Gladius’s directions through the corridors, wandering through the castle, feeling lost at times, the castle was so big that after a few minutes he couldn’t tell the way back at all.

The stone corridors are similar in style, so they look alike everywhere, but the castle is clearly divided into many different functional areas.

There are several shrines enshrined in the clean room for meditation and confession, a dozen or so simple-clothed and chattering servants sit in the servants’ dining room, a few half-old children are reading books in the tutor’s classroom, and there are even special hunting tools. Storage room and carpentry room for recreation.

Not only that, but Ciel also saw several reception rooms of different sizes, which may have been used by nobles to receive guests of different levels.

However, what attracted him the most was the core area of the castle. He just glanced at it when he was on his way, and saw a magnificent hall diagonally below. The ceiling was extremely high, the ground was on the first floor, and the dome had reached the third floor. It is a hanging lampstand, gorgeous and extraordinary. There are more than thirty-six candles on each lampstand, and the stone table below is extremely long, which can accommodate hundreds of people, but the chairs have been removed. It seems that the earl never uses this hall.

All this was left behind by Ciel. Following the demon’s guidance, Ciel came to the most remote corner of the castle, a side tower. It was desolate and silent and seemed to be uninhabited. Ciel tiptoed up the spiral staircase. , he gently settled on the stone brick, letting the footsteps disappear naturally.

When he reached the top of the stone tower, he was already a little tired, and the wooden door leading to the top room was locked.

Charles put his ear close to the door and listened to the movement, but after a while, he was sure that there was no one inside and it was silent.

“Are you sure something is in this room?”

“Yes, yes, that’s what I hate and what I’m obsessed with, right here…” Gladiu said in a greedy tone, “Steal it and give it to me.”

“I won’t steal for you.”

“What? We are like siblings, and you are unwilling to grant such a petty petition. I am so disappointed.”

At this moment, footsteps came from below the tower, and someone was walking towards the top of the tower.

Someone came… Ciel was nervous, he stopped in front of the tower top room, obviously a visitor, but there was no valid reason, how should he explain to the person who came up?

He couldn’t always say that it was because he felt that there were treasures hidden in it, so he wanted to go in and have a look no matter what.

“Hide in, hide in, there’s a lot of space inside, you can go in and out quietly.” Gladiu tempted.

“How do I get in? The door is locked.”

“I’ve seen Valen’s memory, I know how to use his teleportation spell, do you want to learn it?” Gladiu whispered.

New spell!

Ciel still had a fresh memory of Varun’s teleportation ability. If he could master this spell, it would be very convenient for him to do anything, and his combat power would be greatly enhanced.

Valen can become a powerful demon hunter with just one-handed teleportation spell, and Ciel feels that if he learns it, he will definitely be able to do more.

“Teach me,” Charles said.

“What? You’re so bad, I see your thoughts, you think ‘Trick Gladiu to teach me the teleport spell first, then I won’t go in because I don’t like stealing’, look, look at you, How cunning.”

“Since you can read my mind, it’s not a lie.”

“No, it’s still an obvious fraud. But I’m still going to teach you the teleportation spell, why? Because I treat you with all my heart.”

“I don’t have to study.”

“You can always listen to me anyway. ‘Flowing Shadows’.” Gladiu recited the mysterious hunter spell to Ciel.

Ciel’s heart beat faster because of his nervousness. “Flowing Shadow”, the secret of teleportation spell, he had seen how Valen moved, disappeared like a shadow, surging on the ground, able to overcome all obstacles, and appear in a hundred thousand in the blink of an eye. Beyond meters, the power of this spell made Ciel a little excited.

“Have fun! Use this spell to sneak in,” Gladius encouraged. “But be careful—”

Ciel stared at the forbidden wooden door and said softly, “Flowing shadows.”

In an instant, his figure quickly sank to the ground and turned into a shadow – but like flowing water, it quickly flowed down the stairs. Before Ciel could react, what he saw changed strangely. The brain is a mess.

He is not going upstream, but flowing down.

Get out – get out of this state – Ciel desperately maintains this thought, that’s how he put out the flames of Yafen before.

His head felt like a tear, and the things in front of him quickly distorted, and then gradually restored the balance of light and color. Although he was still dizzy, he could see what was in front of him. An old man in a black cloak looked at Ciel carefully. .

“Isn’t it broken?” he asked kindly.

“No, no…I feel fine…” Charles stammered.

“It’s fine if it doesn’t break, go up, child.” The old man pointed to the direction of the top-floor room and smiled strangely, “Since you want to enter my tower, go in and see enough before you go.”

Ciel’s heart froze, Gladius pretended to be dead.

Chapter 36 The Wizard

The door was clearly locked, but as soon as the old man pushed it, the door opened on its own.

“Are you a wizard?” Ciel opened his mouth wide and followed to look around the room, but before he could see clearly, the old man turned his head and stared at him fiercely.

Ciel was stiff, unable to move a finger.

“Who ordered you to come, dare to spy on my privacy!” The old man’s voice slammed towards Ciel, making Ciel dizzy.

He had drooping eyes, a large white beard, a wrinkled forehead, and was basically bald except for the back of his head.

“I was just passing by,” Ciel explained bravely.

“Your soul is filthy and depraved, full of demonic breath.” The old man looked at Ciel, “Get off this child, monster.”

Did he find Gladius?

So fast?

“No, it’s not.” Ciel shook his head sharply, “Sir, I’m a demon hunter!”

“Your soul has a weird shape and mixed colors. I already hate it.” The old man was dissatisfied. “As a result, you are a demon hunter again, which makes me even more disgusted.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be wandering outside your room.”

“Do you think an apology will make everything fine? It’s not that simple.” The old man frowned, “Be honest with me.” Then he turned around, took something out of his arms and put it on the workbench.

Ciel now has time to look at this room. The place is terribly messy, with things randomly placed everywhere, chaotic and not at all organized.

Shelves where books should have been piled up with bottles and jars, scribbles, and chunks of minerals, the corners piled with things like lyre, puppets, and bones, empty wine bottles, dishes with food scraps, and a few clothes stacked together.

There were several tables, each piled with books and manuscripts, and several thick self-binding parchments, and on the stone walls were spearheaded irregularly, each of which hung wearing a hat of a different color.

It’s a mess, and Ciel feels that he can’t stay here for a second. Gladius is fooling him. This is a garbage room.

Ciel was not in the mood to rummage through this pile of debris to find treasures.

” Who are you

“I’m Charles.”

“Where’s the Charles.”

“Nowhere, the Demon Hunter doesn’t say his origins.”

The old man frowned.

“You must be from somewhere.”

“From a small village.” Seeing his insistence, Charles had to go on, “Charle Granny of Belor.”

“Hometown is the place that will always accommodate us, and you can’t turn your back on it,” the old man said.

Really?

If I go back to Belrol, I don’t even know a single person.

Charles sighed inwardly.

His parents sold him to traffickers, the villagers just watched, and his playmates were mediocre kids who never thought to get out of Belor.

“I know.” Even so, on the surface he had to cater to the other party.

“I’m Draco in the Corpse Swamp.”

The Great Swamp is not far from the Loman border. It is a huge and vast wetland with various names. It is the hometown of wizards and the country of witchcraft.

It has a variety of names, most people call it the white swamp, because there grows endless funeral flowers, a plant that grows on corpses. Whenever travelers pass by, endless white flowers grow on the lake, so there is this name.

The corpse-throwing swamp is what the locals call their homeland, which is closer to reality.

“Nice to meet you.” Ciel was polite.

“Fortunately, you’re done.” Draco scolded.

Charles thought about it.

“Mr. Draco, I can do something for you and make up for my mistakes, as long as you pay me.”

“Pay?” Draco was upset. “You’re running around outside my room and you want me to pay now?”

“Because I need money urgently, if you are willing to give me some money, I will do anything. A wizard like you must have a lot of help.”

This made Draco laugh.

“You? What can you do?”

“I know the spell of the hunter, and I also use the knife.” Ciel gestured to Draco with the weapon in his hand, “A Demon Hunter can do anything.”

“Who taught your spells?”

“Etienne.”

“Oh!” Draco nodded with a look of sudden realization, “Etienne…Etienne…are you his apprentice? What a coincidence.”

“You know my master? That’s great.” Finally, there was some room for manoeuvre.

“Your master has been against me for the past few decades.” Draco’s expression sank.

“what?”

Draco seemed to think of something that made him sullen, put the bread in his mouth, turned around, and poured himself a glass of wine.

“How is he now?” Draco turned, holding the glass.

“Dead in battle.” Charles still felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the scene when Etienne died.

“Dead in battle? … with whom?”

“Blade Demon.” Ciel sighed long.

“Will there be an end to such a man?” Draco sounded a little disappointed, “for the past few decades he has been rushing around like a wild dragon or a mad dog, rushing into the strongholds of various demon worshipers. Kill it.”

“I’ve never heard of it.” Ciel was a little surprised, Etienne rarely talked to Ciel about his deeds back then.

“Of course, the delusional disorder killed him, how could he have the idea of bragging about his merits.” Draco let out a cold snort from his nose, “…but I thought he wouldn’t die, the witches took care of him, Give him the best potion, so that he can save his life from all kinds of injuries, and survive the battle. What a nonsense…”

It’s that bottle of purple ointment…is it a rare potion?

Ciel was a little surprised, he really had to keep it and not use it indiscriminately.

Draco looked closely at Ciel again.

“Your soul is still strong. Although the color is not pure, it is covered with the curse of the devil, but at least there is vitality. Etienne’s soul has been riddled with holes very early.”

“It’s not certain in the future,” Charles said. “I inherited the business of Master Etienne, and I will become like him in the end.”

“Follow his path, maybe. Be like him? Impossible.” Draco shook his head, “Etienne, at your age, didn’t say ‘sorry’, ‘good luck’, ‘you’ , ‘Sir’ these words… He was rude and rude, biting everywhere, aggressive, thinking that nothing in the world could cure him. He was a martial artist, proficient in all kinds of spells, handsome, I envy him to death at that time, he At the age of 20, I have seen half the world, measuring the size of the continent with my feet, rich in wealth, and favored by beautiful women. And I live in poverty in a small house, imagining the outside world in my heart. Until now, I do not Know who lives more correctly.” He looked at the side room.

[End of This Chapter]