Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 315

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 315]

“That uncle, he can help us. You will follow him in the future. Mom has no strength, and mom is useless.” Rocher said.

She endured excruciating pain and walked straight for two hours.

By the time she reached her destination, the blood had soaked through the armor.

There was a wizard who had erected a sheltered tent on the edge of the forest. He was wearing an indigo blue robe. He was about thirty years old and had no hair and beard on his face. When he saw Rocher, his face was slightly happy.

“You’re injured.” He got up and sat down with Rocher, looking at the injury on her back. “No treatment, the wound has become inflamed and pus… How did you insist on getting here.”

“You don’t need to look after it. If the body is like this, it will not be of great use.” Rocher said, “Dugma, I agree.”

The wizard originally took out half of the signature, and when he heard Rocher’s words, he couldn’t help smiling.

“It stands to reason that there is a process for dealing with living people…” Dugma stuffed the documents back into his backpack, “Okay, I see.”

Dugma untied Roches from her back, and Roches looked at Dugma’s face nervously.

“Don’t worry, kid, go play over there.” Dugma said with a smile.

Roches stood at the entrance of the tent uneasily. He turned his head to see that there were many quiet living people lying like corpses.

Dugma walked around Rocher and was amazed.

“What the president wants is like you,” Dugma said. “You are in very good physical condition, tough, and full of vitality. You will become the most powerful battle golem.”

“After being that kind of thing,” Rocher said, “where does the soul go?”

“Will stay in the golem, but cut off the connection with the body, I know this is difficult to accept, but don’t worry, your negative emotions will gradually be erased by the built-in spells, and replaced by a series of high-performance positive Incentive feedback, the soul itself will become a purer energy aggregate, this is really a miracle of witchcraft, your dedication will further promote the history of witchcraft!”

“That is… the soul has been staying here?” Rocher asked.

“Yes.” Dugma smiled, “It’s nothing uncomfortable, don’t worry…”

I also hope to meet you again in the afterlife world.

That’s it.

“You promised to take care of Roches,” Rocher said.

“Of course.” The man nodded with a smile, “He will get the best education and become the best knight, and he will never fail your expectations.”

“That’s good.”

“If you had agreed earlier, you wouldn’t have been hurt so badly.” Dugma looked at the arrow behind Rocher, “You can go so far with this arrow… Not bad, not bad, stronger than rumors . Honestly, we’ve been expecting your body for a long, long time.”

“Enough, let’s start the ceremony,” Rocher said.

Dugma got up, took out the paint, and prepared to start the setting ceremony.

Behind the tent, there was a movement in the forest.

The robbers are back for revenge.

Rocher sighed.

“Someone came with your blood,” Dugma laughed and took out a spellcasting stick from his sleeve, “It’s okay, those robbers who pester you can’t beat me.”

He turned his head and saw only a huge black shadow in front of him.

He jumped over the tent in anger, stepped on his front hooves, and kicked Dugma’s head off his head. His skull was instantly crushed into powder by the horse’s hoofs, his spine was also broken, and half of his body was directly trampled into blood. , wrapped in a witch robe, bloody.

Yelling, irritable.

Outraged and bloodshed.

Rocher’s eyes widened, and when he saw the anger, he trembled slightly.

“You are Shire’s mount…” Rocher could tell, she felt dizzy, is it true or false?

“Charle…Charle – is Charles still alive? He’s back?”

The black giant leaned over to show that it was human, it returned to the extreme docile, and turned its head to signal for Rocher to ride.

“No… don’t tell him, don’t tell him everything that happened, don’t tell him.” Rocher’s voice trembled.

Angrily nodded.

Rocher turned her back to Roches and covered her face with her hands. She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Those were the tears she had hidden all her life.

Chapter 392 is imminent

Ciel thought of what Gladius had described to Loman before, a poor country made up of villages, which was indeed the case. Most of the areas were wasteland, the villages were far apart, and there were many single-family homes. Small families, now the situation is collapsing, and the whole country is even more fragmented.

Considering his unquestionable strength, at present Shaw, Bizan Manor and Seg and their surrounding areas are basically under the jurisdiction of Shire, and he is the supreme leader here.

So the villagers’ big and small things also stabbed up one by one, and stabbed him in one breath.

The Ash Tree Hall was blown to pieces in one breath, and there were no public buildings to use for errands. Xia Er could only crouch on a rock on the outskirts of Bizhan Manor and watch the two villagers quarrel over the ownership of a house in front of him.

Some villagers and villagers were also onlookers. After the order was restored, the Luoman people also found their tradition of joining in the fun.

“I built the house!” said the villager Kang Ding loudly, “You have to call the shots for me. My grandfather started building it fifty years ago. From the foundation to the walls to the roof, it’s all our family’s hard work!”

“I wonder if no one wants this house,” villager Thomas complained. “My wife and I have lived in it for three years, and now you’re kicking me out, don’t you want my whole family to be displaced!”

“That’s what you deserve!” Contin snarled, “This is my house, mine, mine, mine!”

“Is there any evidence?” Charles interjected.

“I got the house deed.” Kang Ding took out a crumpled parchment and handed it to Charles respectfully, “Lord, look.”

Shire unfolded the parchment, and on it was scrawled “The second house at the east end of Shore Village is owned by the Pitty family.” The corner was signed with the coat of arms of John Chervin and his family’s rooster.

“Pitty is my grandpa,” Contin added.

“The evidence is solid, and it seems that this house is indeed yours,” said Ciel.

“I can’t! My lord!” Thomas cried, “My wife is about to give birth, and we have nothing to eat. She looks so bad that she will have a miscarriage if she leaves the house and sleeps in the open air! My lord, have pity on my unborn child. Bar!”

Thomas’ wife, a pregnant woman in a white hood, also trotted out from the crowd, weeping, hugging Thomas and kissing him constantly.

“My lord, just let us stay in that house for a few months, my child will be born soon!” she wailed and prayed.

“A few months!” Contin yelled, “You are crazy! You live in, where will my family live?”

“We’re tinkering there and taking care of the house like new,” cried Thomas, “don’t we deserve to be there for a few more days? Huh? Who told you to run away! Don’t come back if you can. what!”

“I said, this house is built by my family! It’s mine!”

Charle used to live in the village and was used to seeing peasants quarreling. No matter rich or poor, as long as their own interests were at stake, everyone would argue desperately.

Especially on such occasions, whoever has the loudest voice and who seems more dominant, he thought it was interesting when he was a child, but now he only finds it complicated.

“Quiet! Quiet!” Kryushi, acting as the court guard, drew his sword, and the sound of the sword being unsheathed made them stop temporarily.

How distressing, Charles thought to himself.

If the law is to be done, the poor Thomas family must be thrown out; if the matter is to be done according to the people, the Contin family’s house will be stolen by unrelated people.

He raised his head and thought of an idea.

Ciel turned to the villagers who were joining in the fun: “Who among you is from Xiaoer Village?”

“I!”

“Me too.”

“Me.” Several villagers shouted.

“Stand far away,” Charles said.

The rest were thus selected.

“Where are you from?” Charles asked.

“Ooh!”

“We are from Saige Village.”

“I was passing by.”

“It’s none of my business, I’ll chop wood.”

“That’s right,” Charles nodded. “You have no stake. If you support keeping the Thomas family in the house, raise your right hand, and if you support driving them out, raise your left hand!”

“Look at my wife!” Thomas wailed.

“This is my house!” Contin jumped.

“Quiet!” Ciel ordered, “Don’t disturb their judgment.”

The seven people who joined in the fun whispered and murmured, and finally raised their hands to vote. Four supported Contin and three supported Thomas.

“Then it’s clear. The house belongs to Contin without a doubt,” said Charles. “Although he had fled and fled, the house was built by his ancestors, and is his property. Thomas, you should immediately Move away from there. But don’t worry, your wife can go to Bizan Manor to give birth. Winter is coming, I know things about shelter and firewood are imminent, but let’s take it slowly.”

“Hey!” Thomas sighed, his wife wiping away tears.

“You are really the greatest and fairest lord I have ever seen!” Kang Ding was overjoyed, nodded to Charles, “I caught a hen on the way back to the village, and when it lays eggs, I will bring you two.”

“It’s all right,” said Charles, “keep it to yourself.”

“Ah!”

“Oh…that seems fair enough.”

“Hmmmm…” People mused.

Now I can decide a few years or even a lifetime of someone else’s life with a single word.

Charles thought to himself.

The trivial matters of disposing of the territory are fun and fun, serious and serious.

The essence of power is a kind of influence, a kind of dominance.

I am above them in a sense, I can have a great influence on them, so I can naturally control them, and they will follow my ideas.

Charles pondered.

Why were witchers used to being questioned and bullied?

Because we are divided, sparsely populated, and difficult to connect with power, after all, before I killed Eduardo, the power core of the whole country was made up of followers of the Dark Lord, and we simply couldn’t get it Power, naturally, cannot gain status and respect.

How to do that?

It’s still a matter of human beings. It can be said that it was not until I killed Eduardo with a knife that we demon hunters returned to the historical stage of Loman.

There also seems to be a contradiction between taking power and hunting down demons. Power corrupts people’s hearts, divides people’s attention, makes people more vulnerable, and most importantly, it consumes a lot of energy.

A king who is diligent in politics during the day and fights demons at night?

Hunting demons is obviously a business that requires all your energy, and professional demon hunters are dedicated to patrolling the realm, killing monsters, and keeping the people safe, and have no time to rule.

What is the best practice then?

To rule the entire country from behind like a shadow, secretly manipulate the change of national power, and secretly control all situations.

A person, a temple, a group of people, struggles against demons.

But if all the Lomans were united, the king who supported him would make overall arrangements, and use the resources of the entire country to support this cause, wouldn’t it be more effective?

Thinking of this, what a conspiracy.

Hiding behind the scenes, manipulating, it’s not very bright, a bit like the king of darkness supporting Eduardo.

The monarchy of dictators, the oligarchic republic of aristocratic groups, the theocracy of priests, the republic of the people, the state of mages of magicians, the military state of military strongmen, the technical council of craftsmen, the financial republic of rich businessmen… These probably all have prototypes that can be compared. , but, a country entirely dominated by demon hunters?

It’s really unheard of. It seems that this matter has to be discussed with everyone, and it can’t be done in a flash. After all, this is something that has never happened in history.

I’m going to make history.

How big a feat would this be?

People will die, and gods will die, but the spirit and system can be passed on.

Ciel looked up at the sky. Today’s sky is actually blue, not as gray as in the past. It seems that everything has changed for the better after my arrival. I really hope it will be the same in the future.

But things are fickle. When I exhausted my strength on Anastasia, I never imagined that I would be smashed into blood by Doria the next day.

“My lord, my lord!” Another villager ran over, “I want to report the crime! Someone robbed!”

“Kryushi, go and deal with the bad guys.” Charles glanced at Kryushi, “I have to go and rest.”

“Received.” Kliushi nodded and strode towards the villagers, “What’s the trivial matter…”

[End of This Chapter]