Charles found Etienne's bag by the fire, and found the witch's poultice and bandages inside.
First, drink. The old hunter loves to drink, and Shire learns to drink. He took out an unopened bottle of All Kings liqueur and tasted it. It was so pungent and spicy that he felt his tongue burn after only a sip.
Think of it as a tribute to Master. Char forced himself to take a swig.
The effect was immediate, he soon felt a little confused, a place in his head began to buzz, the sound of drums and drums, but on the other hand, his pain was less, the wound was not as painful as before.
Then it was washed with salt water, and Char took out the jar and poured the salt water into the wound.
Hissing - The pain started from the wound, rushed around, swept over his body, he was so painful that he could not hold the bottle, and quickly put it on the ground.
"It hurts..." He quickly opened the jar of witch's ointment, dug out the purple paste with his finger, and applied it to the wound. Then he took out the bandage and wrapped it around his stomach again and again, finally tying it around his body.
When he had done all this, he leaned back and fell asleep in the strength of the drink.
When I woke up, it was daytime, the sun was shining in the woods, and the camping stone ruins had been used to death for thousands of years. But Charles had not, he stood up, the devastation around him, seven or eight crows pecking at the bodies of Varun, Dalton, and Tiffany, Shire drove them away, they watched from the distant branches, waiting for the moment.
It was almost impossible to bury them, and the Shire, unable to expose them to the wilderness, decided to burn them.
Old Master Etienne was the worst, his body had been destroyed when the flame of Afen was set off, and every speck of dust on the grass might be a fragment of a hunter's bone, and the Shire felt sad at the thought of it.
"Sad? Why are you sad?" Graddius's voice rang out in the Charles's heart, still rough and dumb.
"Because I can't avenge him."
"Ah, to get revenge, you must kill yourself, wonderful conundrum." Instead of dwelling on the past and the dead, it is better to have peace of mind and live well." Graddiu was triumphant.
Shire gathered more branches, went back and forth two or three times, and built a tall pyre on the ground.
He dragged Dalton's mutilated body over and put it on the pyre.
"He is so stupid, walking in the forest all by himself in anger, why should I let him go?"
"Dalton just wants to go home."
Charles to find Valen's body, search for his remains, only take Valen's things Charles will not feel guilty, because Valen deserved.
At last he found a weighty purse, and took Valen's sword. Wallen was so confident in his teleportation spell that he didn't bring any other tools or clutter. Charles picked up his body and threw it on the woodpile.
"He wants to work with me, he's much more forthcoming than you, he wants to share his power with me as soon as he opens his mouth, making him the most powerful demon hunter ever." You should learn from him." Comments by Graddiu.
"But working with you didn't save his life. He died anyway."
Charles picked up Frederick's body, the hunter master's chest was pierced, horrified, which made Charles feel doubly sad.
"All the achievements and ambitions are now unknown." Graddiu whispered.
"We're all the same."
Finally, there was Tiffany's body, the crossbow shot through her throat, and she didn't look peaceful. Charles picked up her body and slowly laid it on the fire.
"She's kind and vulnerable."
"Shut up."
He knocked out sparks with a flint, lit a fire, and the fire burned, and the smoke rose to the sky. The flames blazed across the heaps of branches, the tongues of fire flaring, entangled and roaring as soon as they touched the flesh of these demon hunters.
Shire very sad, eight demon hunters, into the twilight forest to hunt demons, seven died, leaving him alone.
"I used to... I was scared." Char said to himself, "Afraid, very afraid, afraid to go into this forest." When I saw Denver dead, I was so scared that I didn't dare move. But after seeing my predecessors fight, I'm not afraid anymore."
Shire put his hand on his heart.
"And now... The devil we hunt lives in my spirit... I turned my back on everyone and survived with the devil... I'm terribly sorry..."
He gave a long sigh.
"The only thing I can do is atone for my SINS. I have the enlightenment to become a true demon hunter, rest in peace, elders..."
Shire clenched his fist.
"I decided to be the best demon hunter I could be."
Nails dig into the flesh.
"Drive them out of this world and put them all back where they belong." Spend the rest of my life hunting demons to make up for what I've done."
"Do you really think so? My kind are very difficult to deal with." "Said Graddiu scornfully.
"I want you to confess to them."
"Confession?" Graddiu was confused.
For the first time in his life, Char bargained with the devil.
"You must recognize your mistakes and decide to correct them." Shire spoke seriously to the devil in his heart, "You must humbly ask the souls of the hunters to forgive you for your tricks, demagogy, and illusions..."
"I am a demon, and demons never repent." Graddius violently refused, "They are coming for me, why should I die?" Shouldn't I fight with everything I have? You want me to be slaughtered? Let me be destroyed by all those filthy piercing spells and banishment spells? Don't even think about it!"
"If you want to live with me, you're going to have to change." Char's attitude was firm. "You should be sorry for what you did wrong."
Graddius let out a hoarse laugh.
"A mistake? Hunters and prey for thousands of years, piles of bodies, bloody cases. And you're still wondering who's right and who's wrong."
"If there's no right or wrong, what am I supposed to think about?"
"Thinking about how to move up and out of this circle of killing each other. You and me, we can find a new path. Well, in order to calm your delicate mind, I promise you that I will never make enemies of mortals again, and I regret killing your predecessors and mentors. How about that?"
Shire mixed feelings compromise.
"I have one more thing to clarify... How can you be sure you won't devour my soul and dominate my will?" 'he asked.
"It's harder for me now." Graddius hesitated for a moment before answering. "You don't understand. I seem to be stuck in your soul."
"Stuck? What do you mean?"
"I am evil, and I am despicable, so when I first corrupted your body, my first thought was to take your will."
"You have failed."
"Of course, your spells... After you have used the Flame of Yafen, your soul... It's hard to say."
"Is it the Flame of Yafen that protects my soul?"
"Of course, but I must enter your body, or I will be destroyed by the world." So I forced my way into your soul... But it's stuck. Too bad you can't understand how I feel. I suffer all the time. The Blade Demon's mighty demon soul, trapped by a tiny mortal soul..."
"And you said hunters' spells were rubbish."
"I haven't changed my mind."
"What are those flying blades of yours?"
"A product of demonic spells, but has a time limit, can only be active for a day or so, or will be weakened under attack. I improvised them all. Do you want it? Give me the right material and I can help you build it."
"All I need is a weapon."
"Yes, gather all the metal you can find and I'll build you the most powerful demon blade!"
Shire took out the sword of Warren, and then took out the fallen blade he had obtained before.
"You killed Julius and used his backbone to make this weapon." Char looked at the skeletal part of the fallen blade.
"When you slaughtered a deer and pulled out its sinews to make crossbow strings, why didn't you hesitate at all? The double standard also gave me a limit."
Graddiu, the blade demon, slowly unleashed his powers, quickly stripping the demonic substance from the fallen blade and suspending it in the air as dark minerals.
"What exactly is demonic substance?" 'asked Shire.
"The solid soul, we demons feed on the soul, use the soul as fuel and tool."
"We burn souls when we cast spells."
"Haven't you heard the story of the pioneer hunter? Your spell was given to you by the devil."
"What do you know about the devil?"
"I'm not sure which one. I haven't been in this world much. My last few visits have been in other countries."
This dark demonic material clung to Valen's sword, forming a gray coating, the whole blade slowly extended, the metal grayed, shaped into a perfect arc, the edge was extremely sharp, it was the most terrible weapon Shire had ever seen, just looking at it would give the illusion of being cut.
"Can a man do that? Can a man do that?" Graddius bragged wildly, "Look at me, blade demon! Master of the sharps, the Supreme Cutter!"
"Good weapon." Char nodded.
"Give it a name. I know mortals like to name things."
"Graddiu, the grey sword of a foreign land." Shire held the dark weapon high, the sun shining brightly on the blade, "a demonic knife for hunting demons."
"Well, I can't wait." Graddius was eager to try. "Chop something, chop something, or I'll be very ill..."
"... Yes."
"You have no master, but I can teach you many things." Lesson number one: For now, learn to roll with the punches. When you have the power to control everything, whether it's killing me, avenging others, or furthering your own ambitions, you can do it. But until then, you'll just have to endure! The weak are entitled to endure!" "Graddiu said.
This is harsh, but it is also true. Shire thought to himself. I am nothing now, have no bargaining power with it, nor can I hope to drive this noisy thing out of my body.
As a demon Lord, Graddius has a lot of secrets to dig out.
I don't trust it, but I have to rely on it.
I wonder if it's reading my thoughts right now... Forget it. As long as it doesn't bother me.
Char pondered his next plan.
First, and most importantly, he must leave the Twilight Forest and return to the site of the Hunter's Sanctuary, the Grey Tree Hall. It's a coastal town in the northern part of the kingdom of Loman, near the border, in the Upper Loman region.
The whole kingdom of Loman is divided geographically into four regions.
The region of Upper Loman lies to the northeast of the Kingdom, very close to the Marshes, the home of the wizards, as well as the Kingdom of the Barbarians and the Dark Lands.
The west coast was the capital of the Kingdom of Loman, where the King of Loman established his rule, and the vast territory surrounding the west coast was royal territory, making the king the most powerful Lord in the territory.
The Green River region lies in the middle of the kingdom, a vast, flat countryside, surrounded by the homes of the elves and a walking forest.
The Lower Loman region is located in the south of the Kingdom, near the Southern Peninsula Kingdom, and also adjacent to the Yamauchi Empire to the east.
These hunters were all from Upper Loman, and there were hunter churches scattered elsewhere, but they were not closely related to each other and rarely interacted with each other. The Shire's first task is to return to the Grey Tree Hall and take over the Upper Loman Chapel.
He's the only demon hunter left in the area.
Char knew he wasn't ready, but there was no other demon hunter who could take on the responsibility.
Maybe I'll train some new hunters... Shire thought.
The management of the Hunter's Church is a very serious responsibility, Charles with Etienne visited the church, there are many outside the church, such as clerical agents, spies, etc., heard that Frederic still has a loan, but do not know how much money has not been paid.
Now it all belongs to the Shire, a church, an organization, an industry...
It was time to go. He looked north. Return to the Grey Tree Hall and rebuild the Hunter Sanctuary. He stepped out, and behind him, inside the remains of the campstone, the flames exploded, devouring hope and pain.