Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 55

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 55]

“I don’t know, an odd man, he only said that you would not refuse his invitation.” Ines glanced in the direction of the hall.

Now that Charles knew who it was, he ate the bread, walked through the corridor connecting the side tower and the hall, and came to the deserted main hall of the sanctuary, where he saw Caluson from the west coast sitting on a bench with a relaxed expression.

“It’s you?” Charles was confused, “Why are you here?”

“I said we were going to do something today.” Caluson turned to look at Charles.

Of course Charles would not forget.

“I know, I didn’t mean to avoid it, I was just weird, why did you come in person. People say this is a taboo place.”

“I’m not afraid of taboos.” Caluson shook his head, “I’ve learned too many ‘taboos’, so why not try one or two for yourself, besides, there are god statues here.”

Ciel turned to the statue they had brought back, and was surprised. The statue was as clean as new, and the stained blood had been washed away naturally, and there were no traces of corruption, but how could this be possible?

“What happened?” Caluson asked, confused.

“Is that what the statue looks like when you come in?”

“I don’t think this poses a problem, a statue is a statue, what else can be changed…”

“Well, it’s nothing.” Ciel responded absentmindedly, the bloodstains of the demons came and went without a trace, which was very strange.

“Haven’t you considered repairing the hole in the dome?” Caluson pointed to the roof of the sanctuary, which was smashed by the winged demon, and snow flakes swayed through the big hole.

“The money is not enough, let alone something so high and expensive.” There are 79 gold coins in the iron box, which is enough to support for a long time, but not enough for such a big project, Ciel estimates that it will cost at least 200 gold coins to repair.

“It looks like you’re going through some kind of financial crisis.”

“Yes, so we welcome all forms of aid.”

“I will help friends, do you think we can be friends?”

Charles didn’t like Caluson’s attitude very much, but they really needed help at the moment, otherwise it would be impossible to do anything.

He thought about it and asked Caluson to wait here for a while before returning to the previous restaurant.

“Ines.” He handed her the silver key.

“This is…” Ines’ eyes lit up when she saw the heavy silver key.

“I’m going out today. You use this key to open the door of the library. You are responsible for tidying up the library and see what’s inside, and then return the key to me.”

“I remember that this is the key to unlock all the secrets, so you believe me?” Ines looked thoughtfully.

“Seriously, I appoint you as my deputy, the second master of the Hunter’s Sanctuary.”

“Deeply honored.” Ines accepted the silver key, “I finally feel a sense of being valued.”

“Not before?”

“You don’t understand.” Ines was helpless. “Most people are not only conservative and stupid, but also used to questioning.”

“Do it well.” Charles nodded, “If there is any trivial matter in the church, you can use this money to complete it.”

Ciel took out 20 gold coins from his pocket and handed them to Ines.

“You won’t be disappointed.” She put the money away.

Ciel turned to Duvin.

“I’ll leave after dinner.” Du Wen responded quickly.

After the account was over, Charles and Caluson left the sanctuary and walked outside. Caluson wore a black wool coat with chain mail inside. If it wasn’t to avoid assassination, he wouldn’t be able to wear such a heavy weight everyday. Things come and go.

There was a gray carriage parked on the street. The ceiling was decorated with a circle of dark pink garlands. It was small and delicate and could seat four people. The driver wore a cloth mask and said he was the driver, but he looked more like a robber.

The chariot was of mottled hair, with a heavy harness around the neck, covered with metal buckles and polished chains.

Charles got into the carriage, almost knocking his head on the roof of the carriage, while Caluson gracefully held the top frame with his hands, opened the door of the carriage, and slid in like a fish.

“Let’s go,” he ordered the coachman.

The driver gave a flick of the whip, and the horse pulled the vehicle down the street.

As they passed a market, it was crowded with people, and the coachman kept shouting to let the peasants whose paths were irregular to give way to the wagons, and he had to make a loud cry to fight the cattle and mules that lay in the middle of the road.

Vendors on both sides set up sharp-horned sheds with beans, bacon and cabbage under them. Citizens shuttled between them carrying baskets, picking and choosing. The voices of bargaining and chatting were very loud and deafening.

Seeing such a vivid human appearance, Charles recalled the blood and horror last night, and felt a burst of disillusionment.

Most people just live and just want to live, but the devil doesn’t give them such a chance.

“So what happened at the Count’s Castle yesterday?” Caluson asked casually.

“…” Ciel didn’t know how much he should reveal, “…attack.”

“It has something to do with the devil.”

“Your people have detected it.”

“As I said, you don’t need to send people to explore a lot of things, you just need to listen to what people are talking about.” Caluson looked at the crowd on both sides with a calm face.

Some well-dressed, squire-like men were crossing the road, and behind them were a large number of followers, flamboyantly dressed in the streets, in bright colors and arrogant gestures.

A few clowns chased them, tossing oranges in their hands, making amusing one-liners, eager for a reward.

When the carriage passed, the coachman ordered them to give way to both sides, but they were very dissatisfied.

“You dare tell us to get out of the way, you know who we are?” one of them exclaimed.

“Open your dog’s eyes.” The driver yelled, “This is the black fox’s car.”

The squires swallowed their saliva, exchanged glances, and hurried to the side.

“Black fox?” Charles asked.

“A fox is just a fox, no matter the color.”

“Your Excellency seems to have a very significant influence.”

“People like to spread rumors.” A faint smile appeared on Caluson’s face, “At first they said that I had two or three friends and knew the details of my neighbors, but later they said that I was in charge of more than fifty people, day and night. After inquiring about the news, people thought that I was a monster, a elf, a wizard, a man who controlled half of the city, the night ruler of Ashtree Hall, and could even affect the situation in the capital of the West Coast.”

“It’s not too far from the truth.”

“Really? That’s too bad. Compared with real nobles, people like me are not worth mentioning.”

“I heard that you are an intelligence dealer, a person who specializes in collecting intelligence.”

“It’s true, that’s the source of my kind of detachment – I know more information than anyone else, and intelligence is a very valuable resource in any society.”

“The vision you see is different. The nobles look down from the top, and you look up from the bottom.”

“That’s why we are very narrow-minded.” Caluson shook his head, “The nobles only need to communicate with each other, and they can see what happened in the whole kingdom. And many of them have backers in the joint meeting of nobles, no matter how many blows they receive Can rely on political help to make a comeback. But people like me will be stunned after a blow, and all the power and power will dissipate.”

“At least you still have power.”

“And you have power, enough to make us envy. People with individual power can gain power at any time.”

“I still don’t know what you want me to do.” Charles didn’t want to break the law.

“Strictly speaking, it’s your job, so I’ve racked my brains and ask you to come over and show some kindness.”

“Hunting demons?”

“It’s not too far off.” Caluson sighed, “…but not quite.”

The carriage left the Ash Tree Hall and crossed the grey wilderness outside. Winter came like this. Now it was the frosty moon, then the silent moon and the winter moon. After the winter moon was over, it was New Year’s Day.

Charles loves the New Year, but his life is full of ups and downs. Last New Year, he was still eating bean soup in the village. Last New Year, he roasted rabbits with Etienne in the wild. This New Year, according to the current situation He was really not sure where he would be, what he would eat, and how he would be doing.

As for demons, demons should be in hell every year, killing little devils, eating souls, and fighting in their nests.

“Nonsense, we are actively expanding, whipping the world, and conquering all souls.” Gladiu shouted arrogantly.

The carriage approached a cemetery.

The whole cemetery looks very gloomy, the grass has withered and fallen, and the whole gloomy cemetery is surrounded by a straight low stone wall. Say nothing to enter.

“Where is this place?” Charles pushed open the door and stepped out of the carriage.

Caluson got out of the car and stared at the vast cemetery, where rows of large and small tombs were relatively silent under the gray sky.

“The hunter must be familiar with demons. Only you can help me,” he said.

“…Didn’t you ask other demon hunters for help before? For example, when Master Frederick was still around.” Ciel was puzzled.

“They will kill me,” Caluson murmured.

“why?”

“Because…” Caluson whispered, putting his hand on Charles’ shoulder, “I am a devil worshipper.”

Chapter 70 The Black Coffin

This is on the outskirts of the desolate cemetery. It is hard to imagine that there is such a cold place near the Ash Tree Hall. Charles stared at Caluson, and he looked at Charles, his emotions were well hidden, and Charles could not see it at all. out his ideas.

Demon worshippers follow the voices of demons, listen to their teachings, build altars to them, prepare mysteries, and harvest souls to offer to their masters in far-off hells.

Ciel knew that they were everywhere, and they were the targets of demon hunters.

“It still is?” Charles frowned.

“No.” Caluson looked at the cemetery. “…I will never worship the devil again. I have committed an unforgivable sin that brings me a lifetime of regret.”

“Eat yourselves.”

“I know.” Caluson sighed, “I regret the folly of my youth, in which I have been tormented for many years, with no way out.”

“How far have you reached… communicated with demons? Prepared sacrifices for them? Or summoned them?” Ciel demanded.

“I don’t dare to recall.” Caluson showed a painful expression, “At first it was just some… fascinating accessories, and then I couldn’t help but keep looking for information about it, reading the books that recorded it. , to ask those who have been in contact with it. I let go of my family, my estate, and my quiet life, obsessed with its voice. Finally, I finally found a way to connect with it, and . . . An order, I…I can’t help it.”

“Where is it?” Ciel looked out at the cemetery.

“Please come with me.” Caluson silently led Charles to go inside.

The trees are dry, and there are large clumps of flowers planted around them, but the season has passed and the shrubs are grayed out.

There were no birds or beasts, everything was silent, only the light sound of boots stepping on the dirt could be heard.

Behind the wrought iron gate is the cemetery guard’s hut. A group of mercenaries stood on the left and right of the house. They greeted Calusson with confused and uneasy expressions. It seemed that guarding the cemetery had put a lot of pressure on them.

After most of the people died, they were hastily covered up, not even a coffin. This kind of large cemetery was obviously owned by a wealthy family. Ciel stared at the tombstones, which were engraved with the lives and birth years of the deceased.

“This place originally belonged to the Rubet family.” Charles read out the surname on the tombstone. “How did you get their graveyard?”

“During the plague, the Rubet family suffered heavy losses and went downhill, and each generation was worse than the next. Their last heir was killed by the Hundred Sons, so his widow sold the cemetery to 2,000 silver coins. Me.” Caluson walked slowly.

Plague epidemic… that was a hundred and fifty years ago, Charles thought.

The Lomans were unable to cure this terrible contagion until the doctors of the Yamauchi Empire brought their advanced therapy and saved the whole country.

“Is the Hundred Sons still active?” Ciel knew that this was the Green Forest gang with bad behavior around Ash Tree Hall.

“They never stop, and in many places they speak better than Lord Rene.” Caluson shook his head.

After walking for another minute or so, Ciel saw a strange-shaped black coffin in the center of the cemetery.

This coffin was not buried, but stood upright on the soil. It was a narrow and high hexagonal shape. Difficult to open.

“This is? Demon…” Charles frowned.

“Yes . . . I beg of you,” said Caluson sadly. “Demon hunter, this is what I beseech you to do, and I am willing to give everything in exchange for me… as long as you help me relieve this nightmare. Since I have no intention of It has been haunting me since the lieutenant summoned it into this world…”

“Tell me all the information you know, or I can’t do it.”

“First of all, I can guarantee that I have forbade my connection with the devil and changed my mind. Although I have lived in its shadow for many years, I have never followed its orders, and I refuse to obey it.”

“I don’t believe it.” Charles shook his head.

[End of This Chapter]