[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 15]

“He has a lot of messed up thoughts, Lord Brave.” The other villagers added.

“He’s a reliable shepherd.”

“He himself will use branches as swords to make random gestures.”

Ciel pondered, he was the only one left in the Hunter’s Sanctuary now, and he was in need of some followers and helpers.

Although Luo Dan is young, he seems to have the potential to become an adventurer.

If it was all on Ciel, rebuilding the Hunter Organization would be nothing but empty talk.

“How about you follow me?” Ciel asked. “You can do something with me, and you’ll have a chance to kill a monster similar to a troll.”

Luo Dan nodded excitedly.

“Okay! I just want to be like you!”

Am I already a role model in the eyes of others?

Charles thought it was a little funny.

In any case, it’s good to be a role model to others.

“Why?” Ciel asked. “It’s dangerous, you know how powerful trolls are.”

“I’m not afraid of danger.” Luo Dan patted his chest, “I will follow you to the ends of the earth and be your attendant.”

After the meal, the villagers brought a pile of food to Charles, smoked dried meat, hard cheese, bread, etc., wrapped tightly in linen, and delivered it to Charles, asking him to accept it. Ciel put them into his backpack and felt the backpack sink a lot.

“That’s the only thing we can do.” Magnon said earnestly.

“Let’s go, I know the way!” Luo Dan was eager to try.

The young Luo Dan led Shire to leave the village of Durham and head north along the way.

They came to an intersection, and the signs at the intersection pointed in all directions, and Ciel saw the words “Pea Mill” written in one of the directions, which was the place where eight demon hunters gathered together to hunt the blade demons.

Thinking back to that day is like a lifetime away.

“Who taught you your skills? It’s amazing that you can kill that troll! A few mercenaries came to the village before, all of them were domineering and skilled, and then they were all killed by the troll. “Luo Dan asked.

Charles felt there was no need to hide anything from the child.

“Demon Hunter, it was the Demon Hunter who taught me the skills.”

“Ah?” Luo Dan was taken aback, “Demon… Demon Hunter? Are you a Demon Hunter?”

“Yes.” Ciel stroked the word Pea Mill on the road sign, full of the scene of the eight demon hunters sworn to fight the demon that night, “We sacrificed everything to fight the demon, and we will go to the ashes. Tree Hall, take over Hunter’s Sanctuary.”

Luo Dan’s eyes widened, his eyes gradually panicking.

“Then we… we have to deal with the devil?”

“Yes. Don’t be afraid, the devil is not…”

Luo Dan was startled, his body shrank back like an electric shock, and ran in the direction of the village without turning his head, escaping in three steps and two steps, so panicked that he almost fell, like avoiding the plague.

The people at the entrance of the village saw Luo Dan running back and said a few words to him in confusion. Luo Dan pointed in the direction of Xia Er and shouted something. Soon, the villagers dragged Luo Dan and fled into the house. Dare to stay outside.

The entire Durham Village suddenly became silent, as if it was an unmanned village.

Charles stood there for a while.

Gladiu said proudly: “Look, no one wants to join you at all, you are a group of disgraced scum complex, our demons are so powerful! Who dares to hunt us? Even so, you still want to be a demon Hunter?”

“…That’s why,” Ciel said silently, “I just wanted to be a demon hunter.”

Chapter 19 Military Meeting

In the afternoon, the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a woolen blanket, and smoke from unknown sources drifted in the sky.

Before Shire’s eyes, he saw a vast expanse of gray-yellow grass spread out, with three or four beautiful houses on it, white walls and gray tiles, and unnamed plants crawling on the window sills.

The three cows in the cow pen were lying on the ground, their hooves curled up, their tails swept across the ground, and the drinking trough beside it was empty and had not been replenished for a long time.

A dirt road winds past these houses, and a man pushes the door and comes out, standing on the steps of the door, looking straight at Ciel.

This is very rude in the Loman custom, which means that the owner of the house does not want anyone to enter his house, which has a strong meaning of refusing the door.

“Grey Tree Hall.” Ciel shouted at the other side, “Where are we going?”

Wearing a fine woven hat and a thin coat, the resident pointed in the direction of the Ash Tree Hall without answering a word.

Probably because the demons are rampant, the residents of the suburbs are very vigilant, and Ciel can understand.

Demons are powerful and scheming. He heard that some demons can change their appearance, or transform into smoke, which is hard to prevent, and people can’t be too cautious.

But then again, if a demon really made up his mind to attack a household, what chance would they have of surviving?

Gladius longed to eat the souls hidden in the houses, and Charles could feel it, so he hurried forward, leaving several houses behind him.

The grassy slopes in the distance are undulating. Looking around, forests of different sizes are randomly distributed on the hillside. In some places, the trees are very lush, and the leaves are gray and yellow, covering the entire side of the hill, like a cloak. On the mountain, block people.

Others are bare, long fences abandoned aimlessly in the countryside.

Climbing this hillside should be able to see the coastline, Charles thought. He had been walking for many days, and the distance from Ash Tree Hall was getting shorter and shorter.

The Hunter’s Sanctuary is located in the town of Ash Tree Hall. It is a temple-like sanctuary. When it was glorious in the past, many rich and noble people were willing to invest in the Hunter Organization to support their cause.

But perhaps because of some kind of curse, the hunters were dying. As early as a generation ago, they could only barely take care of the sanctuary and survived.

Ciel took out the secret key and rubbed it on his fingers. The whole key was made of silver, and it was very heavy. He still remembered the heavy front door of the sanctuary, and now it can only be opened by Ciel.

At times he thought that he was young, inexperienced and lacking in bearing, and at times he had a strong self-confidence that he could really revive the church.

Ciel didn’t know how things would turn out until he arrived at the Ashtree Hall and saw the situation in the Hunter’s Sanctuary with his own eyes.

Perhaps he succeeded in rebuilding the hunter organization and restoring the glory of the sanctuary, or perhaps he managed bleakly and exhausted his energy, but he could not get a good result.

He saw a relatively flat plateau on the hillside, on which tents of various colors were densely packed. Most of the tents were decorated with two or more colors, painted horizontally and vertically, and looked fancy, but all were hung with gray The green hyacinth banner of the Lord of the Tree Hall, indicating that they belong to the same monarch.

The lord’s army in Ashtree Hall?

Why are you here?

Charles felt rather strange.

The lord of Ashtree Hall, named Rene de Alberta, was known for his stupidity, carelessness and selfishness, and even the farmer in the country knew of the stupid things Rene had done.

In honor of his wife, who was in childbirth, Rene hired several craftsmen to build her statue in Ashtree Hall Square.

But when the construction period was over and the statue was about to be completed, Rene was nitpicking and greatly underpaid the craftsman.

The craftsmen were very angry and tampered with the statue. After they left, the entire statue collapsed within a month, which naturally became a laughing stock.

Such a rigid and stubborn lord ruling the vast Ash Tree Hall, with a strong army and a substantial treasury, made the nobles of other territories feel fearful, and no one knew what Rene would do.

The situation is the same now, Ciel doesn’t know what the Count is going to do.

After estimating the number of tents in front of him, it is estimated that the lord sent hundreds of elite soldiers in armor.

Based on their own financial resources, the lords of the Loman Kingdom will maintain a decent standing army, composed of nobles and professional soldiers.

These sergeants are very important. Not only are they armed with iron weapons and armor, and their equipment is expensive, they also take a long time to complete their training and cannot be recruited from peasants.

On the battlefield, these soldiers will become the backbone of the entire army, affecting the outcome of a war.

Is there going to be a war in Ashtree Hall?

with whom?

Ciel was wary of this makeshift camp, and the last thing he wanted to do with these people was conflict.

Demon hunters walk on the edge of the law, and only the military can force them into order and governance.

He hid the crossbow inside the cloak, held the knife in his arms, and tried to lower himself as much as possible.

The safest way was to climb over the hills at night, but Ciel, eager to get back to Ashtree Hall, had to risk his way.

Don’t find me.

Charle silently.

If they were seen and questioned by the soldiers, there would definitely be endless trouble coming to the door.

By then, let alone reaching the Ash Tree Hall, it would be a question whether Ciel could get out of his body.

When Ciel reached the top of the grassy slope, he saw a large dense pine forest, and the sentry standing guard suddenly stretched out a spear from the back of the tree, which caught Ciel off guard.

“Who are you? Where are you going?” The sentinel threatened Charles, his voice thick, “Speak!”

This sentinel looked like a typical Loman, with red hair, dark brown eyes, and a thick beard of the same dark color. Half of ten Loman adults could catch half of these characteristics.

He wears a grey sleeveless livery, chain mail covering his upper body and arms, an iron rimless helmet, a spear in his hand, and a short sword on a belt around his waist, and he is fully armed.

“I’m going to Ashtree Hall,” said Charles.

“Why are you bulging in your clothes, what are you carrying? Take it out, hurry up.” The sentinel urged badly.

Ciel showed the knife, and he glanced at the blade, surprised by its sharpness.

“tell me your name.”

“Charle.”

“what for?”

“Traveler.”

“The ‘Traveler’ doesn’t carry a murder weapon with him.”

“Then what do you want them to do with robbers, wolves and other beasts?” Ciel answered methodically.

“Lord Rocher’s orders are to bring anyone suspicious to him.”

“Who is Lord Rocher?”

“nothing dealing with you.”

“Where am I suspicious?” Charles frowned.

“From the beginning to the end. Follow me!” The sentinel reprimanded in a tough tone. “Go!” This kind of imperative rude shouting has a strong deterrent effect.

“Kill him – kill him!” Gladio screamed in the Ciel. “Kill him! You are better than him, kill him! Overwhelm him! Destroy him! Whoever stands in your way must be punished!”

Ciel clenched the handle of the knife, then nodded.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Come here.” The sentry led Ciel to the direction of the marching camp.

“You coward, motherfucker,” Gladiu murmured and cursed. “The real man drew his knife, chopped off his rude head, and warned everyone about the consequences of offending you.”

“Killing someone weaker than you to vent your anger? That’s the real coward.”

“You are very patient and tolerant, so continue to endure the harshness of others against you.” Gladiu sneered, “Sooner or later they will ride on your head, make you complete missions everywhere, and turn you into a They are essentially slaves. They end up following the rules, being called to and fro, running errands and delivering messages all day long…”

The whole barracks was very lively, with the noise of the soldiers resounding everywhere. Ciel saw a fire every ten steps. The soldiers sat around the fire, put their helmets and gauntlets aside, and concentrated on the stew. Prepare dinner in the pot, talk and chat, drink and have fun.

There are temporary fences around the camp, and two teams of people are digging large pits for toilets.

A female knight stands at the entrance to the camp, looking up at the sky.

The appearance of the knight impressed Ciel and gave him a very cold feeling.

She has a pair of sharp white eyes, that is to say, the position of the pupils is so high that there is a blank space under the eyeballs, forming a fierce look that is always staring at people.

The cheeks are fair, almost without a trace of blood, the lips are thin and sharp, the hair is carefully combed, and it is tied into a short ponytail at the back, so neat that it has reached the point of being a little rigid, and it is obvious that he has high requirements for his demeanor.

The knight’s equipment is also much better than other ordinary soldiers, she wears a linen burqa with the coat of arms of her own family on it, and a lion holds a metal cross and looks straight ahead.

Under the burqa is a half-body iron armor, which looks very heavy, while on both sides of her body, the shoulder armor and the arm armor are cast in one piece, which is very strong.

“A suspicious person was found.” The sentry took Ciel, greeted the knight, and left.

The knight’s cold and stern eyes glanced at Ciel.

“What are you doing here?” Charles asked.

“We all have inconvenient news, don’t we?” the knight said coldly, her voice also sounded very serious, as if she had deliberately trained her way of speaking.

What she said was true, Ciel was a little wary of her, and the other party seemed to be much richer than Ciel in terms of experience and means.

“I’m going to keep on my way if it’s convenient. I don’t want to be kept out of the curfew city,” said Shire.

“What’s the harm in staying overnight here, do you have anything special? Traveler.”

“I have a reason to return to Ash Tree Hall as soon as possible.” With the previous lesson, Ciel was a little afraid to say that he was a demon hunter.

“Our mission is to maintain peace and security in the Territory during these turbulent times, and with all due respect, you look like the type to breed,” she said.

“Of course I’m not.” Charles felt offended.

“Then come in, we won’t let you go until we find out your situation.” The knight briefly pronounced the fate of Ciel.

Ciel was invited into the barracks bitterly. The knight seemed to have a special influence. Wherever she went, the soldiers consciously fell silent and said nothing. Even if there was a need to talk, they would only lower their voices and whisper, For fear of being noticed by the knight.

They approached the big tent in the center of the camp. The whole tent was erected on seven or eight wooden stakes. The color was pure white, which contrasted sharply with other colored small tents. Obviously, only the most important people in the army could use this tent.

“This is where Lord Rocher lives? The soldier just said that he is in charge of issuing orders.” Ciel remembered what the soldier had said before.

“You said the score was right.” She nodded.

When they opened the tent, they found that there was no one inside, the furniture was simple, only a camp bed, a table and chairs, and there were maps, books and unfinished letters on the table.

“Where is he now?” Ciel was a little surprised.

“I, Rocher of Gloomy Castle, salute you.” She put her hand on her forehead and saluted Ciel, then walked around the table and sat on the chair, “Please take a seat.”

Chapter 20 Discussing the Plan

“Rocher is a man’s name,” Charles said. “I had some misunderstandings before.”

“The name is just a code name. The land of Gloomy Castle is barren, and I have no chance of embroidering and spinning in my life.” She was taller than many men.

“I like noble and strong souls.” Gladiu commented, “They are more chewy to eat. Even if you don’t eat it, it is interesting to see it slowly break free from the shackles and embrace its true self.”

[End of This Chapter]

Hunter’s Blade — Chapter 15

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