Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 294

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 294]

“Of course it’s already bad.”

“Oh.” I thought too.

“I’ve also heard of your past deeds, you…”

Ciel looked out of the village, and there were indeed some shadowy people approaching.

“Let’s talk about the deeds later. You go into the house and I’ll meet them.”

Dubois walked slowly into the house, and was discovered by the soldiers who entered the village, and they walked towards here quickly.

The leader of the soldier had a serious expression, with two beards, about thirty years old, and was well-armed.

He wears an iron helmet that can put a face shield on his head. The breastplate is gray, once delicate, and now it is covered with cracks left by the slashing of the sword. The color of the arm armor is pure black, which does not match the breastplate, and he also wears leather. Knee pads and copper greaves, it is estimated that they can wear whatever they find. Under the armor is a close-fitting fine wool fabric. There are three or four large and small leather bags hanging on the belt, which greatly enhances the ability to search and carry.

The captain of the soldier holds a sword in each of his left and right hands. The sword in his right hand is sharper like an elongated armed sword, and the sword in his left hand is very short, like a dagger.

Ciel didn’t think that the opponent could be proficient in dual-weapon fighting, maybe it was purely out of pragmatism, and he simply used two weapons to strengthen his courage.

“Who are you?” the soldier captain asked, “Sign up!”

“Granee,” Charles said.

“That sounds like a surname.” The soldier captain frowned. “You’re fucking shit here.”

“I’m a traveler,” said Ciel. “I’ve got something I want to ask. I’ll pay for the food. I’d better meet the president of the Chervin Society.”

“Fuck, we’re not a fucking intelligence organization, get out of the way, and the boy next to you, we have to take it away.”

“He will only give you a mouth, but will not give you a fighting strength. I am different. If you are willing to help me, I can mutually benefit with you.” Ciel said.

“Fuck you, I’m going to arrest five strong men today.” The soldier captain cursed.

“I don’t want a conflict,” said Charles.

“Mom is a jerk.” The soldier captain walked towards Dubois. “Are you trying to meddle in your business?”

“Go away!”

“There are six of us!”

“You’re blind!” A few soldiers from the Chervin Society shouted.

Charles stepped forward.

The captain of the soldiers was furious when he saw that Ciel was not afraid.

He swung the long sword in his right hand and slashed at Ciel, who turned sideways to avoid him.

The soldier captain scolded and immediately stabbed him with the dagger in his left hand. Ciel turned his elbow and slammed into the opponent’s face. Before he was stabbed, his elbow slammed into his face.

“Ah!” The soldier captain screamed and instinctively took two steps back.

With another kick, Ciel kicked the armor violently. The opponent completely lost his balance and fell to the ground in an instant.

“Um-”

“This guy…” The others couldn’t help being stunned, watching their captain collapse in the muddy water for a while, then came back to his senses and helped him up.

“Damn…” The soldier captain looked at Ciel resentfully, “Your mother forced…”

Ciel pulled out the lotus flower in his hand, preventing others from helping him, and the tip of the knife pressed against the captain’s breastplate.

“hiss–”

“Wow–”

“What are you looking at? Cut him!” the soldier captain urged.

But the other soldiers dared not do anything at all. Their equipment was far more ragged than that of the captain. They carried crude weapons, short spears, pitchforks and hand axes. They wore leather armor or commoner clothes and had pale faces. Has lost the will to fight.

“I won’t say it a second time, take me to someone you can talk to, now,” said Ciel.

“…” The soldier captain’s face changed drastically several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and nodded reluctantly, “—Okay!”

Charles reached out and pulled him up.

“Who the hell are you?” the soldier captain asked again, his face full of suspicion and disbelief, “How can there be such a powerful guy as you…”

“What’s your name?” Charles asked.

“Laurentus of Gloomy Castle,” he said.

Gloomy Fort.

“—How is Dame Rocher Dreister lately?” Charles asked.

“Who the hell knows, a few demon warriors were close to Gloomy Castle, I ran away, and I heard that they were uprooted the next day.” Laurentus complained, “Fuck, Rocher is either stupid and the devil Fight, die, or give up the family castle and run away, after all, she is a stinky bitch, I heard that her milk…”

boom!

With a cold face, Ciel threw a straight punch and hit the door on the other side. Laurentius had been hit with an elbow before and had a nosebleed, but now he leaned back and took a few steps backwards, with gold stars in his eyes.

Others didn’t dare to come out when they saw the atmosphere.

“I-I-” Laurentius could only let out a short whimper, “–why?”

“Defend her honor,” Shire said.

“Gu…” Laurentus lowered his head and coughed loudly, very embarrassed.

“Are you ready? Lead the way.” Ciel ordered.

“…” Laurentus tried hard to digest the doubts and anger, he turned around and waved, took the restless soldiers, and walked out of the village.

“Can I keep up with you, Mr. Grani?” Dubois ran up.

“Just follow if you want.” Ciel said, “You have seen it, I also beat people, not a good person.”

“So I think you will definitely survive,” Dubois said.

Chapter 370 Shaw

On the way to the village of Shore, Shire looked out on a field full of life, crops growing in the drizzle.

Because of the rain, there are only a few farmers working in the fields, tending the wheat, and more people working in the roadside mills. There is a thin cow and two thin farmers. They work hard and look down at the wheat. It was crushed, and the flour was sprinkled little by little.

There were soldiers guarding next to them, and when Ciel and the others came over, the guards shouted at them.

“Laurentus? How did you get beaten?” he asked.

“It’s okay.” Laurentius responded irritably.

“Who is he? How the hell did you bring people to Shaw.” The guard was very vigilant.

“I can’t refuse.”

“Crazy, Mrs. Chervin will scold you to death.” The guard cursed.

“Mrs. Chervin can’t trouble him either.” Laurent pointed to Ciel behind him.

“Who are you?” the watchman observes the Shire. “…Traveler? Adventurer?”

“Why is food grown here?” Ciel pointed to the wheat field.

“How do you answer questions with questions, you answer mine first and then I answer yours,” the guard said.

“I’m Grani, passing by here, mainly looking for someone.” Ciel said, “It’s your turn.”

“Ask Lord Chervin about the grain, I don’t understand,” said the guard, and retreated into the mill.

“Be honest, don’t look for death, if this guy gets angry, everyone will be finished.” said a soldier next to him.

“None of my business, people are always going to die in the long run,” said the guard.

“Everyone is still very cunning.” Ciel walked forward, “I am familiar with Loman.”

The open field was reclaimed into farmland, and the area near the house was full of various vegetables. When Shire entered the village, he saw eggplants, pumpkins and large bunches of legumes, clinging closely to the shelves, and all the vegetables were growing well.

“Why is Seg’s grain dry?” Ciel asked.

“I don’t know why there is so much food here,” Dubois complained.

Seven or eight colorful military tents were randomly set up around the village. Charles saw five soldiers hurriedly erecting a shelf and putting up a tarpaulin to cover the rain. I knocked on a piece of iron that was burning red, and I couldn’t see what it was used for for the time being.

A knight in full armor sat not far from the blacksmith, sharpening his sword on the whetstone.

“So Chervin will have a knight,” Ciel said.

“Damn, he’s just a bastard knight, serving us in the charge,” Laurent said.

“You should take care of that stinky mouth, fuck.” The knight stood up suddenly, swung his long sword, and saw Laurent’s face bruised, he laughed again, “Ha, someone has taught you a lesson, Live dick, did you hit it?”

“Your hostility is too heavy,” Ciel said.

“If you can eat every day, sleep soundly, and roll with women when you have time, I’ll be happy to show you a goddamn aristocratic demeanor,” the knight said, “but now? .”

It’s boring to vent with ordinary people. Although Ciel was in a bad mood, he didn’t have a problem.

“Relax,” said Charles. “I’m not here to find fault.”

“Oh—” the knight stretched his voice, still distrusting.

He glanced at the knight’s armament, the armor was a little old, and there were a lot of pieces of equipment all over his body, but the shuriken was sharply sharpened and should be a family sword.

“Good sword,” said Charles.

“Heh.” The knight couldn’t help but smile. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before deciding to apologize, “I’m sorry, sir. It was the bastard next to you who angered me and made me aggressive, my fault.”

“Fuck your grandma,” Laurentius said. “Who cares what the hell.”

“It’s up to you!”

“Our enemies are demons,” Ciel said. “As humans, let’s be more tolerant of each other.”

“…” Laurentius glanced at Ciel, guessing that he was going to swear again, but he didn’t say it in the end.

“You are quite right.” The knight gave Charles a brief courtesy. “I am Bellerius of Van Mountain.”

“How could someone from the Middle Hills come to Ashtree Hall?” Charles asked.

“Countless high-ranking demons have crawled out of the West Coast and committed crimes everywhere, and they will come here sooner or later.”

“Are there any rebels?”

“Ghost knows, I only want to avoid disaster. I used to work with the Knights of Lorman’s Hammer. They were killed by fire demons in their sleep. The fire was burning, and they were cooked in their armor. .”

fire demon…

Ciel remembered the eyes of fire that he opened in the darkness, and he felt a burst of heat for no reason, as if he was in the depths of a sea of fire.

[End of This Chapter]