Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 296

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 296]

“Are you all right?” Dubois asked.

“It’s none of your business.” Ciel pressed his eyes with his hand, “Go away.”

“Big men need people to talk, too,” Dubois said.

“You’re not the first smart kid I’ve ever seen, don’t look for presence in front of me.” Ciel said.

I don’t know what happened to Elijah, whether he inherited my wish.

“Oh.” Dubois was sullen, kicking stones beside him.

Ciel digested that dazed and sad emotion by himself.

Dubois looked at Charles cautiously.

“What are you thinking?” he asked boldly.

“One is, why is everyone suffering,” Charles said. “The second is, is there an end to the suffering?”

“I guess .

“I thought I wouldn’t feel that way when I had the ability,” Shire said. “I thought I could refuse suffering if I had the ability.”

“You are unparalleled in the world, and you have come back from the dead. You are terrifyingly strong, no problem.” Dubois said, “When I went to your house to steal… and get things, I always think about how strong you are.”

I’m unparalleled, but I can’t stop my parents from dying, I can’t stop the demon invasion, I can’t stop Gladius from betraying me.

“Alicia,” Charles stood up, “only she knows how to comfort me.”

“I’ll be of use to you on your way to find a wife.” Dubois saluted Charles like a soldier. “Every nobleman needs a squire.”

“I’m not a noble, and you just want to eat.” Charles gave him another piece of dried mushrooms.

“Hey.” Dubois accepted happily, “Why not do it.”

Ciel stood against the wall for a while, watching for eavesdroppers around him, then turned to Dubois.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Investigate.”

“Received! Investigate the camp of the Hundred Sons Group, I can do it, you can go to Leslie Pinker tomorrow to settle accounts. I will report how many people there are and how many monsters they have.” Dubois Say.

“Wrong, fools are at the mercy of others, listen to them arrange to fight with the Hundred Sons…” Ciel shook his head, “I want you to investigate the house in the village where no one is near.”

“Oh.” Dubois received it, but he had no confidence. “I will be caught by the soldiers. You know, I am clumsy…”

Charles glanced at him.

Dubois shuddered and stood at attention again: “No, no, I’ll do it for sure.”

“go.”

Dubois turned and walked away, tiptoeing.

Thinking that when he went to Bizan Manor to collect firewood, he would knock things over, and Charles had no confidence in Dubois’s ability.

But it doesn’t matter, his primary purpose is to spare the child.

He has a lot of worries, he wants to be alone.

Ciel pressed his hand against the stone wall beside him, his knuckles clinging to the icy rock wall.

Luoman was caught in a demonic turmoil, death was close at hand, and the death of a loved one made Ciel feel a strange sadness in his heart.

I never thought my parents would die, and I hardly followed their news.

I thought my feelings for them had faded, but hearing the news of their deaths, why am I so sad?

They hated me, but they raised me, almost raised me, until the dark wizards came to the village to take the population.

I’ve wanted to go and see them all these years, I really did, I thought, if I came back from the west coast, I’d go see them, but I couldn’t, and when I went to the west coast I was killed and my soul lived in the ground .

In the end, I returned from the afterlife and passed them by.

I was born unwelcome.

In order to survive, I cooperate with Gladiu, and there is no bottom line.

Every day I live with a feeling of atonement, I have been trying to achieve something, trying to make the world a better place.

But have I done it?

Aren’t the demons doing slaughter in various places in Loman!

The famine is spreading and the people are dying of hunger. What have I done?

Think about it, strip away your emotions, let go of regret, which only makes me weak.

Ciel tried to calm down, but the white divinity only accelerated his thinking, magnified Ciel’s subconscious, and released the negative emotions deep in his heart, feeling nervous, confused, and at a loss.

Memories of demons also flooded in.

The shape of the skeleton of the death demon Nazalius spread in his mind, and he opened his eyes, and all he saw were the scrawny dead faces of his parents.

It’s better to be dead than alive, and you should be dead too, Ciel, go to the Maelstrom, go through there, and you’ll be born again.

Go to hell, cleanly…

“Yarfen flame.” Ciel whispered.

The golden flame passed by, and the demon of death retreated into the depths of memory, where there were many other demons whispering.

As long as the demons are known, they will never leave, the demons live in the mind, and the hunter is destined to be eroded the first time he confronts the demons.

You know you are doomed!

Gladio growled.

You only fail, fail, and finally fail!

leave me alone.

Alicia… Ciel misses her immensely, he has a lot to say to her, and only she has the ability to soothe the irritability in Ciel’s heart.

She knows what I fear most, she knows what I want most.

She would say, “Charle, don’t blame yourself, you’ve done enough.”

It would be great if I could really see her and hear her say these words!

What I’m missing, isn’t that the sentence “You’ve done enough”?

If Alicia was there at this time, all these negative thoughts would be swept away by her.

Damn, miss her so much…

Dubois ran back.

Charles regained his emotions.

“Oooh! Lord Grani!” he said.

“Any news?” Charles said.

“I went to that room, and it’s…it’s scary,” Dubois said nervously.

“A devil?”

“I don’t know, I heard women crying and children crying.” Dubois was a little disturbed.

“Yeah.” Charles nodded, “…No matter what it is, I have a way to deal with it. Let’s go, it’s time for us to work.”

“Yes, you are the Demon Hunter Master, the strongest in the world.” Dubois nodded, “I can’t think of anything that can stum you!”

Chapter 372 Hunger

The rain had stopped, the air was filled with an unpleasant odor, and the nose was full of dryness.

The white divinity was still in operation. The speed was too fast before, and too many memories of demons were leaked out. After removing the harmful waste, Ciel began to think normally again.

Some things are very intuitive.

Gravity makes things fall from top to bottom, light casts shadows behind objects, birds need air currents to fly, and water evaporates in the hot sun.

All these things can be observed, and people can obtain general laws, get exact understanding, and finally conclude general logic.

These are crafts, they are science.

There are also things that are completely abstract.

For example, divinity and divine power, Ciel doesn’t understand its specific operation principle. Divinity can make people show the characteristics of gods, enhance people’s various abilities, and even lead people to immortality in the end.

But no one knows why divinity can do this. There is an indescribable principle and law behind it, which cannot be summed up at all.

This is religion, it is theology.

Charles believes that there is a transitional state between reality science and invisible theology, and that is the doctrine of man, that is, the white divinity itself.

The truth of man is not a science, because it has no universal laws, each person is unique, and each society is also unique, and cannot be generalized.

Nor is it theology, because doctrines about people, society, and the world pervade our lives and can distill some meaningful revelation from time to time.

Exhausting people’s truth, maybe I can get the answer I want.

Address why people suffer and whether suffering has an end.

In fact, suffering is chaos, and suffering may be what the demons call “entropy.”

Charles thought to himself.

With the movement of intelligent life, life will inevitably suffer, from health to decay, entropy will continue to increase, eventually exhausting all the energy in the world, leaving the earth and stars into stagnation and silence.

Perhaps the solution to the pain is to solve the increase in entropy, so that all chaos returns to order, and the increase in entropy will be curbed.

It’s going to bring some respite to a world that’s falling apart, so try to do something good.

“What are you thinking about?” Dubois turned back. “My lord, you seem to be thinking all the time.”

“Thinking is good.”

“The proverb says action is better than thought.”

“Murdering, fighting, and annihilating monsters is not a problem for me,” said Ciel, “if there is such a terrifying monster in front of me now, I will maximize the power of Red Slash and slash it with one blow. annihilation, then the Loman order will be restored to stability, the dead will all be raised from their graves, the famine and disease will be swept away, oppression and pain will become history… Then I will be happy to do it, no matter how strong the monster is, I will go chase.”

“But that monster doesn’t exist,” Dubois said.

“Wrong, it exists, and it is unprecedentedly huge. It’s just that the sword can’t help it, because its composition is too complicated.”

“Sounds convoluted…how do I do this?”

“think.”

“How can I think? I haven’t read a book. It’s easy to think wrong. Big people think basically right. It’s better to do it than to be busy.” He pointed to the silent room, “We’re here.”

Charles glanced at the room, the windows were covered with clay and straw, and someone didn’t want me to see what was inside.

He observed the house and walked around it. It was lackluster, almost the most standard Lohman farmhouse, highlighting a poor and dilapidated one. The firewood shed was empty, the doghouse was dirty and had not been cleaned for a long time. Some rain, giving off a stench.

“I didn’t hear the cry you said.” Ciel walked towards the front door.

“I’m so hungry,” said Dubois.

“I gave two dried mushrooms.”

Dubois was a little ashamed and scratched his hair: “I’m sorry.”

Charles pushed the door open, it was locked.

He wanted to draw a knife or chant a spell to go in, but he himself felt a rush of hunger.

At first it was just a little uncomfortable, the appetite was not satisfied, so he felt depressed and not happy at all, gradually, he had a strong desire to find food, his stomach tightened inward, and began to hurt, reminding him to let go of all other things and fill it first. Fill your stomach and solve this torment.

Dubois was also dry, staring at Charles’ backpack.

“Some demons will make us feel extremely hungry, and we can’t be relieved by eating.” Ciel knew what to do, and was not in a hurry.

Pulling out the lotus flower, the sword pierced through the wooden door, making a clicking sound.

“Hey… my lord,” Dubois said. “They’re approaching.”

“Ah!”

“Damn it!”

“You bastard!”

“what are you doing!”

[End of This Chapter]