Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 312

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 312]

No, it’s a cruel picture to animal protectionists.

“Are you blessing it?” Charles asked.

“Its soul will go to a peaceful place.” Valanelle said softly, “Leaving this dirty earth, away from harm and ignorance, is actually its happiness.”

“What did he mean?” Verana was a little dazed.

“Philosophy.” Charles thought for a while.

“Philosophy?” was too complicated for Verana.

“It is the study of the world and the study of it, and if you want to understand philosophy, you have to think hard, stay true to yourself, stay firm,” said Shire.

“Okay, she is more concerned about whether there are playmates of the same age, when will the yellow butterfly come back, and whether she will be hungry tonight.” Alicia walked over and took Verana over. Lixia’s shoulders, pointing everywhere, looking for more food.

The air was filled with the strong smell of beef. Enrique took his followers to set up a small pot, and several believers took out the intestines of the cow and put it in the soup pot with some other kidneys, livers, etc. cooked in.

“Lormans don’t eat offal very often.” Enrique turned his head and said after noticing Ciel’s gaze.

“It’s not delicious, isn’t it bitter?” said Charles.

“Even at this age, I still remember what my mother said, and she inherited the beliefs of her ancestors and worshipped Baal, the sea god,” Enrique said. “She told me that meat is only one part of many nutrients, and God made it We feast on every part of the animal to the fullest. The meat, skin, and viscera have their own uses, and we must savor them. If we eat too little, we will become blind in old age, with cracked hands and feet, or bleeding from our mouths. ”

“Baal,” the Ciel mused, “I have heard the name, who controls the sea, storms, and shipping.”

“He is also the god in charge of reproduction, but they are all pagans from the north. The belief in the Meimen Temple is more systematic, with its own classics and legends. Compared with the gods in the Meimen Temple, Baal is almost illusory. The legend pales in comparison to the truth of the greatest seal,” Enrique said.

“Ha, the truth of the greatest seal sounds familiar.” Brian passed by with a piece of blood-stained raw beef. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but sneer, “Enrique, you didn’t get ‘seal’ during the famine. Optimize it…”

“Because we know how to be civilized and humble, we can live,” Enrique smiled. “We won’t drink blood like primitive people with swamp habits.”

“In the swamp, you must be able to withstand every raw blood meal. Cooking on fire will only expose you to the sorcery range of others.” Brian raised the beef in his hand, and the blood oozes out of it, dripping on the On his forehead, “I have hands and feet, but you are so disabled that you have to wear heavy black robes. You dismantle the seal of Heatelis and decipher your ridiculous truth from it, ah, the truth only exists in the primordial wizard. In the 300 shaman characters we left behind!”

“The great seal of truth can read everything in the world,” Enrique said calmly, “even Lord Grani would admit that he had a flash of inspiration from it.”

No, it’s going to be a fight.

Charles pondered how to bridge their differences.

At this moment, Valanelle just finished the long prayer and slowly got up.

“Vlanel is a wise man who has lived a long life and has seen the world for hundreds of years.” Charles introduced to them, “He can help you explain the confusion and make you understand the truth.”

“Yes,” said Valanelle, looking down at Brian and Enrique, with a little sadness, “whether it’s what you call the mark of truth, or what he calls the ancestral sorcerer, all, all are great It’s just a wisp of ink from Qingshie, and the way of Qingshie and Qingshen is what you should dedicate to it with all your heart. Unfortunately, you can’t see clearly until now, human beings, forever, can’t see clearly.”

“What?” Brian clenched his fists.

“How offensive…” Enrique was shocked.

Well, I think too much.

Charles had to walk between them.

“Lord Grani will resolve the conflict between us.” Enrique said

“No, let’s sit down and express our opinions fully. I also want to know what the world looks like in your hearts,” said Ciel.

Chapter 389 Assigning Tasks

“In the mythology of the Temple of Beauty,” Enrique said, “the world was originally ruled by dragons, who, under the light of two suns, did all evil and devoured men. After that, he was honored as a god by the Loman people, built a fortified city and a beautiful gate, and became the king of both gods and people, ruling over everything.”

“Typical believing into a god.” Valanelle commented.

Charles heard contempt.

“Born as a human being, he can transcend the limitations of the mortal world and eventually reach the sky. Edvar is a god worthy of respect, although he also has many things that he cannot do.” Enrique said.

“His power comes from the worship of mortals. How sad. It’s your imagination of Him that made Him a god. It was you who created the identity and personality of God, but in the end you have to turn around to serve and admire Him.” Lannell said.

Received countless beliefs and aspirations.

Charles thought to himself.

It seems that there is no process of actively collecting divinity. Edwal’s divinity is condensed by the common belief of everyone.

“God Loman has given up on us and his followers. That’s why he has now given way to the right path. Only the Seal of Truth of Therith can explain all the mysteries and help us achieve transcendence and truth.” Enri K said.

“The Seal of Theris just drives people crazy,” Brian said. “I’ve been in the organization much longer than you, and the pattern is there to fool people. Know when you’re entertaining yourselves. How would we describe you after the music? ‘Dummy'”.

“It’s useful, as long as we can get into a state of inspiration, Yin can help us solve all the puzzles,” Enrique insists.

Inspiration status?

It’s probably the same state as before, when you start thinking, the seals are automatically arranged to form an answer.

Although this thing is very useful, you can’t pin your hopes on divination, it’s too passive.

If you predict bad luck tomorrow, do you have to stay in the yard without moving tomorrow?

No matter what, try your best to make the impossible possible.

“Are you going into a state of inspiration?” Charles asked.

“In this environment of fury and resentment.” Enrique looked at Brian contemptuously. “It’s hard for me to connect with Indy.”

“Talent understanding, connection, fate,” said Burian, “you are just too fascinated by the subjective world! Only subtle shamanistic characters can control and explain the whole world. The primordial wizard gave up the weight of flesh and blood and the burden of thought, In the end, we will transcribe the secrets that we have seen in the sky.”

“A layman,” said Valanelle.

“What?” Brian frowned.

“I say layman,” said Valanelle. “A mere mortal is lucky enough to pass through the extreme mental state and glimpse a corner of Qingshi-e, and countless followers hold it as a guide. I feel…sorry for you. Qingshi-e talent. It is the only sublime thing worth pursuing, and when we are accepted by Qingshie, we become one with the truth itself, what a beautiful state of ‘knowledge’ and ‘fullness’.”

At the end, the elf looked down, and talking about it made him exhausted.

“Since you know so much, why are you being driven to the most remote places.” Brian laughed.

“Because we’ve taken the initiative to stay away from ignorant humans, look at me,” Varanelle said, showing his pale skin like a scar. “I’ll never be as green as my compatriots.”

“First of all, if your compatriots can survive, how many purebred elves are still alive? Either become white elves like you, or intermarry with humans to create hybrids.” Brian sneered.

“Yeah, how sad, the only transcendence in Qingshie, we elves, came to the world to save Qingshie, hoping to maintain Qingshie’s perfection, but in the end, we couldn’t return because of our own pollution. Supreme, how ironic, how contradictory! I should cover my face with dirt, crawl alone in the woods, eat the flesh of animals, so defile myself, and then return to the holy spring to wash my dusty hands and feet , wash my tormented body, and find my tree heart in the sun and rain. How far am I now from Qingse-e, from true beauty, purity and psychic intellect! But I… …I still feel sorry for you, I have seen Qing before, but you have never had this honor.” Valanelle said slowly.

Enrique’s expression was calm, and Brian’s attitude was even worse.

“Heart and soul can never understand each other,” said Charles.

“Yes,” said Valanelle. “One day I will show you that there is a connection between mind and mind.”

“Everyone has fully understood their respective positions,” Charles said. “I don’t think there is any principled contradiction between them. At this time, we should put aside our differences and do something practical. Enrique, if you can, please bring Your group went to the forest to collect firewood for the winter,” said Charles.

“We have received your help, and naturally spare no effort to repay.” Enrique said.

“And… Brian, I need a potion that can heal my wounds.”

Brian showed an ugly smile and nodded in response: “No problem.”

“Is there a way to suppress the important target, make it impossible to use spell items, and cut off his connection with the outside world?” Ciel thought of the previous catch.

“I can prepare a full set of spell props for you, all kinds, to meet all your needs.” Brian said.

“Thank you, thank you.” Ciel greeted him, and finally turned to Valanelle, “Can you communicate with everything here?”

“They cried when they were trampled by you,” said Valanelle.

“You also need to walk across the grass.” Ciel was puzzled.

“We walked across the land with guilt, and you knew nothing of their pain.” Valanelle sighed.

“I’ll try to correct it,” Ciel said. “In short, I want you to use this feature to be alert to the surrounding situation and avoid strange people and hostile scouts approaching.”

“I can listen to the suffering of this land.” Valanelle closed her eyes.

When Valanelle settled in, Ciel got up and saw Kryushi waiting beside him for a long time.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Charles was puzzled.

“Aren’t you talking about something?” Kryushi said.

“Don’t be so vulgar, how many years have we known each other.” Charles said.

Kryushi showed a meaningful smile.

“In short,” said Kryusi, “I have contacted the knight of the village of Shore, Bellerius of Van Mountain, and he has come to see you with some trifles.”

“Yes.” Ciel looked over Kliushi’s shoulder and saw Bellerius standing outside the courtyard with his back against the wall, revealing his saber.

Ciel went to see him, and Kryushi followed behind him.

“Ah! Grani.” The illegitimate knight Bellerius turned his head and greeted Ciel. He looked very busy and seemed to be busy these days.

“How is Shaw?”

“The influx of people,” Bellerius said, “the famine has stopped, and many refugees have returned, many of whom were the original residents of Shore, who had taken refuge elsewhere, but have now run home, and have robbed them of those who had taken refuge during the famine. People in their house quarreled.”

“The food can’t stand it.”

“Look, how delicious it is in here.” Bellerius was salivating at the beef in the yard. “We are all clamoring to open the warehouse and want to let go of the belly to eat. There are more and more people.”

“It’s hard to manage, you tell me to control the situation?” Charles said.

“That’s true,” Bellerius said. “We gathered soldiers, but the soldiers themselves wanted to eat. I don’t think it’s easy to deal with.”

“Where’s Mrs Chervin?”

“It’s too sad and can’t handle it. We are so many things, but there are many things. The nobles die, and the fugitives escape. Although I am a noble, I can’t convince the public, and I haven’t learned how to solve a case. Recently, there are A lot of frivolous thefts, robbery and various things, as well as stealing houses while taking advantage of the chaos, fighting with open flames to engage women of good families, etc., are all waiting for a lord to judge.”

Law, governance, I’m not good at that either.

Charles thought to himself.

It would be great if I could find someone who is proficient in this way to help me.

“Wait,” Charles said, “I’ll go after I’m done with the business here.”

“By the way, you are the mysterious Red Knife Ranger,” Bellerius said. “The wizards have spoken out, saying that a Red Knife Ranger killed their man and smashed the Ashtree Hall into a huge pit.”

“It’s me,” Charles said.

“You have to stand up and prove that there are many people nearby who claim to be Red Blade Rangers, and they are tricking and deceiving, attracting many people to join in.” Bellerius said.

“Well,” Ciel disagreed, “the right and wrong will eventually become clear to the world. They can’t do the same thing as me, and sooner or later they will show their faults.”

“There is a pattern, as expected of Lord Grani, what a stalwart.” Bellerius vigorously advocated.

“Yeah, Grani is great,” Kryushi said.

Charles looked at them, feeling quite emotional.

Compliments, pets, support and fame, how far these things used to be.

These real gains are even more tempting than Gladio’s whispers. I should go to them to receive applause and support. The strong will get everything, and the weak will kneel, what Gladio said. Every word is coming true.

I……

“Go back first, and control the order.” Ciel’s face changed slightly, “You have done a good job.”

“Yes.”

Bellerius withdrew.

Ciel turned his head and saw Valanelle walking towards him with a complicated expression.

[End of This Chapter]