Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 40

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 40]

Ciel shook her head, and she left the dining room.

Learning to manage and adapting to becoming a leader is a complicated process for Shire, and he has to work hard to adapt to the change of identity.

He thought about how to recruit people, how to formulate rules, how to establish rewards and punishments… A series of things cluttered his mind.

The most basic church members must be recruited first.

Um……

“You need a wise man to help you make up your mind.” Gladiu persevered, “Let the wise Demon God of Blades guide you.”

“……you say.”

“You’re going to divide people into three ranks. The bottom ranks are people who have no ability or ambition, they don’t break the rules, they’re very useful, and these people can help you do things you don’t want to do. The middle ranks are those Capable, but unambitious people who will diligently do what you tell them to do and can act as thugs and executors in your organization. The highest level are capable and ambitious people who should serve as your second-in-command With your core supporters, take charge of some of the things for you, set goals for them, meet their expectations, and they won’t oppose you.”

“Ines…a person like Ines, what is it?”

“Oh, Ciel, go harder, if you can put her to bed, she’s your family. Look at her, when she puts her one-meter-long legs on the table, you’re starting to give up on principles. already.”

“I do not believe.”

“When you go outside, you will find that the world is full of these three classes of people, and your society has reserved a place for each of them.”

“So incompetent, but ambitious, what is it?”

“It’s a tragedy to just describe them.”

In general, Ciel gradually found a way to recruit people and assign them tasks according to their abilities and temperaments.

If you want to become a qualified leader, you must set an example, prepare a platform for them to demonstrate their talents, and provide them with opportunities to cultivate their abilities.

Thinking of this, Charles felt a little more transparent.

He picked up milk and meat from the basket, and after eating and drinking, he left the sanctuary, went outside to investigate the incident of the dead, and looked for opportunities to see if he could recruit new people.

There is only one place that can meet both of these needs – the tavern.

The first snow fell on the streets, and the Lomans did not like snow. There was no snow in the ancient Loman area. The land was covered with lush forests, the climate was hot and humid, and wild beasts and animals were all over the mountains. People did not need to cultivate, but could live by picking up fruits.

But then everything changed, in an ancient cataclysm known as the “Sun Splitting Cataclysm”, the sun fell, the world sank into darkness, snow came from the north and drowned half the country, the whole world trembled in the cold, and people Had to cultivate grain, build houses, and collect firewood to keep out the cold.

Historians call the present age the Dark Ages because it is not as warm and bright as the ancient times.

But this also prevents the growth of dragons. The blood of dragons is cold, so they like places where the sun is full and the climate is hot.

After the climate change in Loman, the temperature dropped and the number of animals was greatly reduced, which was not enough to support predators like dragons, and the dragon troubles naturally disappeared.

Shire stepped on the shallow snow. The houses on both sides of the street were three or four stories high, and the roofs were evenly tiled. In order to prevent snow, the slope was very steep, forming a sharp shape. The brick chimneys went up, and people secretly came through the chimneys. Showing wealth, so they are all over-cultivated.

He saw a lush pine tree planted on the square where the roads met, surrounded by a circle of stones, an outdated ancient custom used to prevent tree spirits from escaping, and there were many stalls on both sides selling cabbage, radishes and charcoal , snow piled on the temporarily erected shed.

People dress as warmly as possible, and it’s clear to see the difference between a farmer and a citizen.

The peasants who came to the towns to sell all wore one-piece tunics of monotonous color and fastened with belts around the waist, while those who lived in the towns wore fine tunics with woolen coats or short cloaks over them. , The colors are layered, and he wears a round hat on his head.

Their attitude is also very clear. They are dismissive of the poor and beggars. They are horrified when they see the guards.

“Stop!” the guard of the road told Ciel to stop.

“I’m a demon hunter.” Ciel held his hands and put the knife in his arms, “I work for many people, but I won’t hinder the law and order.”

The guard frowned, he had a face that didn’t know how to work.

“I’m going to confiscate your crossbow,” he said. “It’s against the law.”

Charles and Etienne learned how to deal with such situations.

“Do you run the street?” Charles asked.

“I am the enforcer of the law,” the guard insisted.

“We’ll meet often in the future.” Ciel hid the two silver coins in the palm of his hand and shook hands with the guard, so the rigid face melted, replaced by a friendly smile.

“Be careful,” the guard ordered.

“Has there been any strange wounding cases recently?”

“Yes, very serious, someone was murdered in the night, but the murderer was not a human… People say they saw a witch, it should be under your jurisdiction, the body is now in the guard tower.” He looked serious.

Ciel was thoughtful. He knew that the guard tower was the core of the entire city’s guarding power, and people would immediately report to him if they encountered something.

The problem was that it was also the place where the prisoners were held, the location of the city prison, and if it wasn’t for unavoidable necessity, Ciel really didn’t want to go there.

Demon hunters and guards were often arrested due to misunderstandings. It took a lot of effort to escape each time. Now that he went to the gate of the prison to inquire about the situation, he inevitably felt like he had thrown himself into the trap.

But this is a demon wounding incident, and Ciel must go there.

“You can find out for yourself,” Gladio whispered. “You don’t have to take the risk, do you? I can help you, I can help you check the city and see what’s wrong… The human guards are stupid. And stubborn bastard, it will only make your efforts in vain, Ciel… Demon hunters can complete the operation of hunting demons themselves, we don’t need those mortals to get in the way during the investigation.”

Go to the guard tower and see the dead man killed?

Or should I avoid dealing with the guards and investigate the demon’s whereabouts alone?

Charles pursed his lips, lost in thought.

He walked into a pub on the street and was greeted by the smell of overnight alcohol and vomit. He pinched his nose. Several drunks were stacked in the corner. Er waved: “Welcome!”

The surroundings were dim, and since it was daytime, there were no candles.

Charles sat down at the bar, where there were rows of wine in the tall cabinets behind.

“Have you heard of anyone being accidentally killed at night?” Charles asked.

“That’s taboo.” The boss was cautious, “What do you want to know?”

“As much as you want,” said Charles. “Have a drink.”

The boss took out a glass and poured a strong-smelling wine for Shire. He didn’t drink enough, but now he hopes that the boss is a black-hearted businessman and mixes enough water in it.

“what is this?”

“The wine made from juniper fruit, a practice from the Yamanei Empire, is a good product.” The boss tried his best to sell it.

“Tell me what happened that night.”

“Too bad.” The boss set the tone for the whole thing. “Walking down the street unsuspecting and being ‘eaten’, with laughter from women.”

“Eat? Did the monster do it?”

“Of course, but no one saw its real face. I heard that the dead man was bitten off half of his body. He was a dock porter or something. In short, the scene was terrible.” The boss described mysteriously.

“Where?”

“Birch Die Street, not very far from the temple.”

Ciel drank half of the wine, the gin smelled very fragrant, and the drink was extremely bitter, and the stamina was strong, and Ciel began to have a bellows in his head.

The boss looked at Ciel’s expression narrowly, as if he expected him to do this.

“I am.” Ciel stretched out his finger, “I am the Demon Hunter.”

“Oh, it’s impressive.” The boss was happy. “There hasn’t been a hunter for a while. Master Frederick still owes me money. I heard that your sanctuary was stolen.”

“The situation is very bad, so I’m going to hire some people. If you know someone who is looking for a job, let him go to the church to find me.” After drinking, Ciel spoke faster and thought quickly. ” Let it go, if I find the right person, I will not treat you badly, I will order wine from here. Then I have to write a piece of paper, yes, write a recruitment notice, and put it on the bulletin board in the square, so that People in the city will know, a lot of people will come, just do it.”

“Go out from the copy workshop, turn right at the intersection, and go two or three hundred meters ahead. That old master is very friendly.” The boss reminded kindly.

“Very good.” Ciel drank the remaining half glass of wine, put a silver coin on the table, got up and left.

“I’m a little dizzy,” Gladiu said.

Chapter 52 The Scribe

Ciel can write, but not well.

Education was originally out of touch with Ciel.

Nobles and rich people can invite tutors to learn the mysteries of writing and art from an early age. In order to understand the classical scriptures, the priests in the temple will also set up literacy classes for new disciples.

And Ciel was only a child of a farmer’s family, and knew nothing about literacy and hyphenation. He didn’t start learning until he was taken away by Etienne. If the old hunter didn’t go to prostitutes or drink, he would tell Ciel some Loman letters and words at night.

In any case, if you want to write a recruitment notice for the sanctuary, it is more appropriate to ask someone from the copy shop.

All books are copied by hand, usually with deep backgrounds and funded by lords, so that they have the opportunity to obtain the original collection of books from other nobles, and then copy and sell them.

There was an old retired scribe in Shire’s village who couldn’t hold bread in his right hand.

He came to the copy shop in the Ash Tree Hall. The bottom of the wall was made of stone bricks, the door was hidden, and the roof was beautiful. Charles doubted that the copy shop could make a lot of money, because the books were very expensive, and each page was made of parchment. For binding, you have to kill many sheep to make a book, so the price of the book is also very high, a 100-page book can sell for at least 15 gold coins.

He thought of the library in the sanctuary, and decided to open it after he went back to see what precious manuscripts were in it. That knowledge was probably the last possession of the sanctuary, and Ines was also very interested.

There was a commotion inside.

“Oops—don’t—!”

“Fuck off!”

Along with the commotion, a man was kicked and banged out, and he fell down the steps and hummed.

The man looked quite sloppy, about thirty or forty years old, with small eyes, the corners of his eyes slanted downwards, looking very lazy, a triangular nose, a thick beard, and the whole face was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, looking funny.

Ciel extended his hand to him, and the man got up after thanking him.

In the door of the copybook stood an angry middle-aged man, wearing a red-brimmed brocade robe and a square hat, his face was as soft as cream, and his voice seemed to be dipped in water: “Don’t help him, he deserves it. ”

“What did he do?” Charles asked.

“What did he do? Good question – he didn’t do anything, I told him to copy and he was sleeping.”

“When you are sleepy, you should go to bed.” The man plausibly said, “The gods can testify that these are the same iron laws as eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty.”

“Fifteen-year-old hairy boy said this, I can generously forgive his ignorance. You are thirty-five years old, so are you treating your life like this? You wasted your opportunity, go away.” Human tone of hatred.

“Hey, I didn’t want to stay with you for a long time.” The man scolded.

“Are you alright?” the people in the copy shop asked Ciel, passing over each other.

“I’d like to ask someone to write a recruit… Recruitment notice.” Because of the wine, Ciel stammered.

“You seem to be in the same group as him, and he can also write, let him write.” The other party seemed to classify Ciel as an alcoholic, who would drink like this in broad daylight.

Charles feels bad about his alcohol intake, which is a complicated matter.

If he needs to exercise his drinking, he needs to drink more, get used to it, and be able to behave generously at the wine table from now on.

But as long as he decides to abstain from drinking, alcohol will be isolated from his life.

“Drink, Ciel, drink.” Gladius tempted him, “Wine can satisfy your heart, and wine can make a coward strong, and a disappointment into a triumph, and you will never be kidnapped by a sad state of mind. Always be excited…”

Ciel stopped the demon and turned to the man who had been driven out.

“So you can read?”

“Fuck, otherwise how could I be a scribe.” The man was full of swear words.

“You help me write a job posting, I want to hire someone.”

“Okay.” He stretched his waist and straightened his big belly, a middle-aged uncle who was completely rambunctious, “Okay, let’s find paper, pen and ink, and then find a place where we can write, you invite me to eat How about lunch? Better have a little more wine…”

“Once it’s done, we’ll find a place to eat.” Ciel doesn’t care, “What’s your name? I’m Ciel.”

“I’m Oakley from Three Ends Bay.”

Sanwei Bay is a bay near Ash Tree Hall that only coastal fishermen would claim to have come from.

They bought related things in a nearby store, a piece of parchment 2 silver coins, a bottle of pine smoke ink produced in Yongquan Hall, 5 silver coins.

When buying a pen, Shire took a fancy to a teal pen, which cost only 10 coppers, but Oakley was firmly opposed to it.

“I’m not used to that kind of pen, and the ink I write will scatter.” At his strong request, Ciel had to spend 1 silver coin to buy a beautiful quill pen, and the boss was very happy.

“I knew you were asking for so much, so I asked the people in the copy shop for help.”

“The people in the room are busy copying things like “Beautiful Gate Temple” and “History of Kings”, so they won’t pay attention to you.”

They walked into a tavern called “Traveler’s Choice”. The environment was dim. There was a poet in the corner staring at the window in a daze. The three farmers had sold their goods and gathered around the table to talk about winter.

Charles bought two loaves of bread and sat down in a corner with Oakley.

Oakley dipped his quill into the ink, wiped his nose, and waited for Charles to read.

Charles thought about his words.

Recruit people with normal IQ and good morals to join the Hunter’s Sanctuary and contribute to the great cause of fighting against the devil?

“You can help me think about how to write it. In short, I want to hire some people, handymen, servants, etc., honest and less talkative. Then I will hire some people, mercenaries, adventurers, etc., who know how to fight, and have a good attitude. Don’t mess around,” Charles said.

“Are you going to set up a mercenary group?”

[End of This Chapter]