[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 13]

Ciel returned to shore from the waist-deep river and took stock of what he had taken from the river troll den.

11 gold coins, 35 silver coins, 25 copper coins.

He washed his hands in the water, wiped his eyes, and calmed down his excitement.

That’s a lot of money.

Charles found the purse he got from Warren in his backpack, poured out the money, and added it up.

I already have so much money… Ciel scratched his hair.

A total of 19 gold coins, 86 silver coins, and 46 copper coins, which are all the current possessions of the Shire.

The currency conversion of the Loman Kingdom is very complicated, and the Ciel has never been able to remember it clearly.

He probably knew that 1 gold coin was equal to 16 silver coins, and 1 silver coin was equal to 24 copper coins.

This complex conversion method was not pioneered by the Lomans, but came from the Shannei Empire in the East. The empire once ruled a vast territory, covering many ethnic groups, with extraordinary majesty, and neighboring countries followed its monetary system.

He knew that the denomination of gold coins was very large. One gold coin could buy a pig, or 60 catties of grain, enough for two months.

Ciel’s parents sold him to a trafficker before, and Ciel clearly remembered that he was worth 10 gold coins.

Silver coins are a more common currency. One silver coin can buy a chicken. In the past, there were about 30 silver coins left at home a year.

Copper coin is the smallest unit, 1 copper coin can buy one cabbage.

I am rich!

Ciel was quite excited, swept all the money into the purse, carefully put it into the backpack, then wrapped the black cloak around his waist and started again.

Crossing the stone bridge and leaving the river behind, Ciel walked for about three miles and soon met a few farmers.

The peasants looked terrified, and when they saw that Ciel was naked, with only a cloth around his butt, and a crossbow behind his back, they noticed that he had a murder weapon in his hand. Beside, make way for Ciel, lest Ciel get angry and kill them.

“Where are you going?” Charles looked at the farmers, carrying baskets of slaughtered chicken and pieces of salted pork, and lots of vegetables like radishes, onions, and kale.

“Let’s pay tribute to the River Troll King. Hey, you, did you come from the stone bridge?” the farmer asked worriedly.

“Yes.”

“Didn’t come across it?”

“I met.”

“Aye!” The farmer nodded. “You saw it, isn’t it very scary!”

“I killed it.”

The farmers exchanged glances in confusion, then questioned.

“how can that be!”

“The river troll is so powerful, how could you possibly defeat it?”

“Don’t talk nonsense! Those who came to challenge before were shot to death by it!”

“Hey… just kidding. You don’t even have blood on your sword.”

They all shouted and questioned Charles, looking at him with suspicion and ridicule, not believing it at all.

“You can see for yourself.” Ciel knew that there was no evidence. “Its body is on the shore.”

Seeing Ciel’s assertive attitude, the villagers’ suspicions also diminished. They looked at each other and said to Ciel in a low voice, “Really? Did you really kill the river troll?”

“Exactly.” Charles nodded.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense.” One of the elderly villagers shook his head. “We all know how powerful the river troll is. Its skin is so hard that it can’t be cut through by a sword or shot by an arrow.”

“He’s carrying a crossbow, maybe he killed it with a crossbow.” Another person noticed the wooden crossbow on Ciel.

“This is illegal!” They were reminded, their eyes fell on the crossbow behind Ciel, and their expressions suddenly became horrified, “Isn’t this illegal? If you see it, you will be arrested!”

“Hurry up and go.”

“Ignore him.”

Carrying baskets, the villagers continued to go up the stone bridge, never looking at Ciel again.

Xia Er had a feeling of being insulted, and felt very uncomfortable. He frowned and looked back at the villagers who were leaving. He sighed helplessly, and could only continue to move forward.

After crossing the stone bridge, a forest path appeared in the forest that was trampled by someone.

Weeds are messy along the road, winding to the distance, and if you keep walking, you should be able to run into a village.

“Look, no one believes you.” Gladiu woke up at some point and laughed at Ciel.

“It doesn’t matter.” Ciel shrugged, “Before I walked around the countryside with my master, people regarded us as a disaster.”

“There must be a lot of people insulting you.”

“Yes.”

“Then how did you react? You kill all the offending guys?”

“We just… walk away, Master let me get used to it.”

“Stupid! Downright stupid. You should use your spells to kill the foolish people who despise you, so that they will fear you and then bow down to you. You have far more power than mortals and should enslave them and gain their loyalty And value, only the strong like you should manage the country.”

“It is the lord’s responsibility to rule,” Ciel replied somehow. “We are just demon hunters.”

“Why can’t demon hunters rule?”

“We are not nobles.”

“What determines the nobility, origin, bloodline? I know what the rules of your game are. A noble man sowed his seeds everywhere and scattered thousands of new nobles. How can there be such a thing.”

“They have a family… they have their own heritage, they have land deeds, contracts and seals in their hands, and their rule is in accordance with the law.” Ciel touched his chin, where stubble was growing, “We have been for hundreds of years. It’s all here.”

“You’re going to drown in this muddy pool of convention.”

Charles was a little angry.

“Even if it was you, wasn’t it because you violated some of the ‘rules’ of hell that you were driven here?”

The words broke Gladieu’s heart, and it shrank back into the corner and fell silent.

Ciel took a deep breath. The surrounding air was very fresh. There were large dark clouds in the sky, which divided the sunlight so hazy that people couldn’t tell whether it was morning or afternoon.

It was very cold. He had just crossed the river. The water on his body was still wet and the ice was terrifying. He hoped that he would have a place to buy clothes to keep out the cold when he got to the village.

He felt someone following behind him.

who is it?

He quickly turned around and saw the villagers before.

These farmers changed their attitude, still carrying full baskets, but their attitude was respectful, and they could no longer see the slightest disrespect. When they saw Ciel turning back, they bowed humbly to him.

“My lord.” One of the gray-haired, round-nosed farmers stepped forward, took off his straw hat and held it in his hand, saluting timidly, “Forgive me.”

“Forgive you for what?” Ciel was puzzled, and regained his senses after a while. “Oh—you saw the body of the river troll.”

“You are amazing.” The farmer quickly complimented.

Ciel looked at their fearful, flinching eyes, feeling uneasy in his heart.

“Nothing.” He tried to be as kind as possible. “River trolls are causing a lot of trouble.”

“…” The farmer’s eyes reddened and he wiped his tears, “You don’t know that you have done a great deed… Since the river troll occupied the bridge, we have not been able to go to the forest, and he will still be hungry when he is hungry. It will go to the village to loot, and many people and animals have been killed by it.”

“Where’s the lord? No guards?” Ciel asked.

“God. The lord doesn’t need to chop down trees and get firewood. His people said to us: ‘Then you don’t need to go into the forest’ – is this what people say?”

“The forest must be important to you.”

“In the past, we made a lot of money by selling wood, but now every year someone drowns in the water just to carry the wood across the river… We summed up and sent a messenger to ask the eldest man of Ash Tree Hall for help, but he was stopped on the way. I came down, had a beating, and was hungry for two days before I put it back… Saying that this will damage the lord’s reputation… What is this?”

“You can go to Dusk Forest later.” Ciel comforted them.

“You have done us a great favor! What is your name?” asked the farmer.

“Charle.”

“Are you a mercenary? An adventurer?”

They walked along the road to the village, chatting endlessly as they went.

“I have a special mission.” Ciel said vaguely.

“You are the king’s envoy!” said the peasant in surprise.

“No, I don’t serve His Majesty the King.” The King has been ignoring government affairs for a while, and at the same time has been sending his secret messengers to the outside world to maintain the system.

“It turns out that you are a member of the Hundred Sons Group.” They were in awe, “It’s amazing.”

“It’s not…” Ciel had probably heard of the Hundred Sons Corps, a group of gangsters composed of outlaws. The core members reached 100. They were wandering in Shangluoman, and they were very powerful.

They were robbers who set fire to the road, but they gained favor among the common people by robbing the rich and helping the poor. Etienne hated them very much, so Charles didn’t even like these people.

The peasants have guessed Shire’s identity again, a member of the Thieves Guild?

The killer of the Scarlet Brotherhood?

Adventure aristocracy?

Or an elves disguised as humans?

More and more outrageous.

“Is it a demon hunter?” The farmer finally guessed a reliable answer.

Ciel was still hesitating whether to admit it, but the older farmer among them said again: “Impossible. Demon hunters are all gangs of robbers, murderers, and thieves. How can they help us eliminate trolls.”

“right.”

“rational.”

“Demon hunters are rogues.” The others echoed.

Ciel’s face stiffened, and Gladius burst into a wild laugh.

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“Hey.” The farmers did not guess Ciel’s identity in the end, and Ciel felt that he had become a mysterious person in their hearts.

“I need a piece of clothing, and food.” Ciel changed the subject, ending their endless speculation.

“Our village is ahead.”

They came to a place called Durun Village. The terrain here is flat, the surrounding trees are sparse, the grass is gray and yellow, and it looks quite quiet in autumn. The trees in the orchard have been cut down, and the farmland is desolate.

When Shire walked into the village, the smell of chicken dung and cow dung was everywhere. There were taller houses on both sides of the main road, all made of brick and wood.

The villagers first built the frame of the house with wooden pillars, and then embedded the stone bricks, so that the horizontal and vertical wooden structures can be seen reinforced in the stone walls, forming the architectural structure with Lohman characteristics.

In the middle of the village is a water well. A woman in a big blue apron and a white scarf is carrying water. She turned around and saw these people, especially when she saw the disheveled Ciel, she screamed, threw the bucket aside, and splashed the water on the On the ground, he hurried away with his skirt in hand.

“Who is it, who is it!” Hearing the screams, several villagers rushed out with wooden sticks.

“Someone is messing around!”

“Everyone fought with him!”

The villagers behind Shire quickly explained: “Dule! Mark, it’s us!”

“Who is this guy?” They looked wary, every stranger was a new threat to the village, and outsiders always meant trouble and disaster.

“He’s the savior of our village! The hero who killed the river troll!”

Villages like this use shouting to convey information. When he shouted, half the villagers came out to watch the fun.

There was a sound of walking, and people left their homes one after another. They walked to the muddy ground in the center of the village to look at Ciel, and pointed at him, which made Ciel feel very strange.

[End of This Chapter]

Hunter’s Blade — Chapter 13

Hunter’s Blade Chapter 13 — Chapter 13

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