Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 318

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 318]

“If you see it, I’ll call you!” Verana yelled, but the sparrow was scared away and stomped in anger, “Woooo—bad daddy!”

“Sir, over there!” Roches pointed to the bushes ahead.

A black boar heard the movement and ran out of the bushes.

It has exposed fangs, is covered in black fur, and has scars on its skin from fighting other animals. It grunts arrogantly at them. It seems to be used to being domineering and doesn’t take humans seriously.

“Good stuff, there’s no hunter to interfere, I’ve grown a whole body, enough for everyone to eat for a few days.” Ciel picked up the crossbow, pulled the trigger, and the arrow flew out, hitting the pig’s skull, and the arrow pierced its head.

The wild boar let out a loud cry, then fell down, his hooves twitched for a while, and then he didn’t move.

“Eat this today.” Charles walked towards the black and fat wild boar, he squatted down, and patiently skinned the wild boar.

“I want to eat super pork.” Verana was satisfied.

Seeing Ciel’s actions, Roches swallowed and walked to Ciel.

“Sir.” he pleaded.

“What’s wrong? Child?” Charles asked.

“Can you marry my mother?” Roches asked earnestly, “My mother, she is very hard, she is too tired to live, you are kind and honest, you will definitely make her less tired, right? Don’t look at me Mom is so serious, but she is actually kind and gentle at heart, please be my father.”

“What are you doing!” Verana was so anxious that she rushed up and pulled Roches back. “This is my father! Not your father! You…you bastard!”

Roches stared at Ciel pleadingly, even if Verana tried hard, he seemed to take root under his feet and refused to move half a step.

Ciel wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes, opened his arms, took them all into his arms, and kissed each of them on the forehead.

“Good boys… my dear boys…” Charles whispered, “I love you so much.”

“Please marry my mother and let her live a peaceful and happy life, okay? Please.” Roches prayed, “I… can I call your father?”

I want it too.

Charles stroked the soft short hair on the back of Roches’ head.

“Call if you want, come on, come closer,” said Charles.

Roches put his head against Charles’ chest, and he had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.

Charles could feel Roches’ heart beating fast, what a poor child.

“Go and gather firewood,” said Charles. “Everything will be all right.”

Roches left Ciel’s embrace, gave him an excited smile, and then ran to the forest, running wildly in the forest, he was suffocated, and now he finally had a chance to release, he slapped his hands hard, ran and jumped, Picking up dead branches everywhere, holding them in your arms, and even yelling, screaming.

“Look at him, he’s really a furry boy.” Verana looked at Roches with contempt, “I won’t be as silly as him.”

“What about you? Neither do you.” Ciel cut the meat from the pig and cut out a large, fatty pork rib.

“I’m my mother’s good baby, my mother likes me, and my father likes me too. Everyone treats me well, listen to me!” Verana said cheerfully.

“Have you felt hard all these years?” Ciel asked.

“Um…” Verana was a little awkward, she looked uneasy, she seemed to think of something very bad, but she didn’t know how to express it, “I want a hug from Dad.”

“I can’t spare my hands,” said Charles.

So Verana ran behind Ciel, put her face on his back, opened her arms, and hugged Ciel hard: “Dad… Will you leave me?”

“Sometimes,” Charles said.

“Ow…” Verana made a sad voice.

“Don’t worry,” said Charles, “I’ll be back to see you often.”

“I want Dad to stay with me,” Verana said. “Promise me? Promise you’ll never leave me.” She sounded sad, with a little hope.

How easy it is to lie to children, they will easily believe their parents, Ciel thought, but why lie to her?

As a parent, if you can’t do it, you shouldn’t make promises lightly.

“I can’t guarantee that Daddy has something to do,” said Charles, “but as long as I’m by your side, I’ll give you anything.”

“Guquanene, Nanapapa…” Verana made a baby voice in frustration.

Roches came back with a lot of sticks, and Charles used them to start a fire.

There was a big tree nearby, with its horned roots sticking out of the ground, and Ciel cut it down, dug it out, and threw it into the fire to use it as the main fuel.

The flames began to burn, and the flames jumped and flickered, waving and undulating, reflecting a bright orange light.

Roches was sitting on the edge of the fire, watching Charles roast a large piece of fat pork on the flame. The whole piece of meat was as thick as an arm. Roches, the lean meat gradually turns white, the fat shows scorch marks, and the sheer aroma of meat makes Roches’ eyes go straight.

Verana sat on the spot, staring blankly at the piece of meat, watching it getting more and more cooked and more fragrant.

The lard was roasted, melted on the meat, and bubbling. Once the oil dripped into the fire, it would cause the flames to rush up, surprising her every time.

The smoke wafted in the wind, sometimes hitting Verana’s face, causing her to cough loudly, but she didn’t take it seriously.

When the pork is fully cooked, Shire blows it cool.

“Who wants to eat first?” Charles asked.

“Me!” Verana yelled.

Roches didn’t speak, and Charles handed the meat to Verana, who rejoiced, held the roast pork high, and jumped in place.

Charles prepared the second roast and turned to Roches: “You know how to be humble.”

“Ladies first,” Roches said. “It should be the case with knights.”

“You are not yet a knight,” said Charles. “You are a child.”

“My mother said that no matter what my status or age is, I have to be strict with myself, and I can’t let her down,” Roches said.

“Those requirements are for an adult,” said Charles. “You’re still young, you should eat well, drink well, and sleep well.”

“Mom said to develop character from an early age,” Roches said stubbornly. “No matter what, you can’t slack off!”

While preparing barbecue for Roches, Ciel observed him. He looked very similar to Ciel when he was a child, with thin lips and a thin face, and he inherited Roche’s dark green pupils.

What beautiful eyes Roche has, Roche will probably be more handsome than me when he grows up.

Charles thought to himself.

He turned his head to observe Verana, her eyes were Ciel’s, very pale light blue, not Alicia’s brownish green.

How much is passed from parents to children?

There is no doubt about the appearance, the children look more or less like their parents, and their height is closely related to their parents.

But what about the rest?

Do personal qualities, interests and abilities follow parents?

Ciel heard that no matter how much they try to escape the influence of their family, people will live like their parents sooner or later, and their fate is decided at the moment of birth.

“Father… sir.” Roches said, “What was the world like before?”

“Before,” Ciel thought for a while, “much like now, many people were starving.”

“Isn’t there a difference?” Roches was confused.

“The difference is that in the past, the nobles were comfortable and everyone couldn’t get enough to eat. Now both nobles and ordinary people are asking for life and worrying about tomorrow.” Ciel said.

“Why are there nobles?” Roches had too many questions to figure out.

“Because society is naturally differentiated.” Ciel handed him the pork, “For example, because of power, power, or inheritance of various interests, you become a person who has the ability to get a big fat pig to eat, and others eat it. No, if they want to eat, they have to ask for your help, to be attached to you, so that you can command them and make them obey your orders. In our country, the king is the one who has the most pork and land, he Divide the land among those who are willing to obey him, give them privileges, and they become nobles, and then the nobles govern those ordinary people, and train some of the ordinary people to become soldiers to defend their institutions and interests.”

Roches listened carefully, thinking as he ate the meat.

Seeing his appearance, Charles couldn’t help but smile.

A child who likes to think about things, lowers his head and frowns when he is thinking, as if he has a bunch of thoughts in his heart, just like me.

My child, a continuation of my bloodline.

But then again, what does a four-year-old child know?

“Is this permanent? Will we always be like this?” Roches asked.

“Why do you ask this?” Charles wondered.

“Mum is a nobleman, and I’m a nobleman, and we should be rich and noble, living in impregnable castles,” Roches said. “Why are we here?”

“Because times have changed,” Shire said. “Severe social upheaval can mess up the old order, and we’re dealing with a supernatural version of disaster, and until the new order comes, everyone’s going to be out of luck.”

“Then there will be a new order…” Roches gulped, “…what will the new order be like?”

“It’s complicated,” Ciel said. “I think you’ll understand better when you grow up.”

Charles found that he did not know how to describe complex social phenomena in simple words, and he did not want to make up too much fairy tales.

“I want to hear it, Dad,” Roches said.

“Well, here’s the thing – as long as most Lomans are still digging the ground with hoes, most people are half hungry and half full every day, trapped by food, and can’t be freed to do more important things, The general situation will be the same as before, and there can be no earth-shaking changes. But the new order will definitely be fairer than before, and with each turbulent change, people’s life will be a little better. The unreasonable and unequal past things will be smashed to shreds by new, vigorous forces.”

“Oh.” Roches seemed to understand.

“You know a lot,” said Charles. “You’re smarter than the other kids.”

“It’s what Mom told me,” Roches said. “Mom is the best person in the world.”

“I still want to eat meat, Dad, get me something delicious.” Verana had eaten all the meat at some point, and licked her little oily palm vigorously.

“Licking hands are too dirty, there is dust and dirt on them.” Ciel took a cloth to wipe Verana’s hands, and Verana giggled.

“Let’s go back and talk about it.” Ciel saw that the sky was dark. “At night, the children have to go home before sunset. Many beasts and thieves are haunted at night.”

Charles stepped on the fire, wrapped the big wild boar in a cloth, carried it on his back, and returned to Bizan Manor. He looked back, the children were following him, and Roches was walking in a well-behaved manner, pondering, Charles said. If it passes, Verana jumps around and doesn’t care about everything.

So good…all of this…feeling so good, what a good boy…

Chapter 396 Surgery

As soon as he entered the manor, Charles heard that Rocher had woken up.

He let the children play in the manor, then hurried to Rocher, who sat up wearily, looking even uglier than when Shire left.

“Are you all right? Rocher?” Charles asked.

“It hurts everywhere,” Rocher said, her expression dignified and her eyes wandering.

“The wound is infected,” Brian came in with a few new bottles of potions and put them on the table next to him. “The toxin went in through the wound and spread all over her body. We had to reopen the wound, completely Dig out the arrowhead, then clean the wound, suture it thoroughly, stop the toxin from getting worse in the wound, and then use the purification potion and the restoration potion.”

“Can her body take it?” Charles asked.

“…Ancestral wizard bless us.” Brian said, he picked up a candle, turned to the direction of the corpse throwing swamp, and greeted from a distance, “I will try to control the amount of bleeding, and try to avoid the bloody tendons. Bring more candles.”

Valanelle stretched out his hands and pointed to the four corners of the ceiling in turn. Following his movements, a shimmer of light lit up in every corner, illuminating the room as if it were daylight.

Brian picked up a bottle of liquid black potion: “I made this in a hurry.”

“It doesn’t look safe,” Ciel said instinctively.

“The surrounding raw materials were dug up three feet by the wizards of the Dragon School. I couldn’t find those mild anesthetic raw materials, only aconitum and goat root. I can’t control it now, Countess, you have to drink it.” Ryan looked at Rocher.

Rocher looked up, she was a little dazed before, but now her eyes are wide.

“The Elixir of Gods?” she said.

“That’s what the scientific name is,” Brian said.

“Any side effects?” Charles realized where Rocher was panicking.

“The potion is strong, it will permanently break my spirit, make me tired, dull, and panic all day long,” Rocher said.

“The side effects can last for more than ten years at most, and one day it will slowly dissipate. Isn’t there any use now? Drink it quickly, or you will make a noise, but it won’t do me any good.”

Rocher shook his head slowly but firmly.

“Every second you delay, you get worse,” Brian said.

“I can bear the pain and never move,” Rocher said. “Please dig out the arrow without medication.”

[End of This Chapter]