"Rocher is a man's name." "I was a little confused," Mr. Shire said.
"The name is only a code. Fort Gloom is barren, and I shall never embroider or spin in my life." She is taller than many men.
"I like a noble, strong soul." "They're more chewy to eat, and even if you don't eat them, it's fun to influence them and watch them slowly break free and embrace their true selves," Mr. Graddiu said.
"You mean 'filthy and depraved.'" Char responded in his mind.
"If you look at it according to your standards, the mortal is selfish and dirty from birth, and the nurture of those so-called honest and diligent characters is a distortion of human nature." Tut, tut, what a joke."
Shire sat on a chair, the wood was hard and not very comfortable.
"I'm on a mission." Rocher said, "Lord Rene told me to destroy the winged demon as soon as possible. For this goal, if you support it, we can cooperate. If you oppose it, I will imprison you. If you remain neutral, I will temporarily restrict your personal freedom until we resolve this grievance and then let you go. The winged demon has caused a great deal of trouble in the Territory, and if anyone else sabotages the situation at this time, we may lose control."
The winged devil!
"... Actually, I'm a demon hunter." Rocher since the account of things clearly, the shire does not continue to hide the identity of the necessary, he likes Rocher so concise and clear people.
"Demon Hunter." Rocher thought about the word and what it meant. "The devil escaped from your sanctuary. It was daytime, and many residents witnessed it."
"I don't know exactly, but I heard there was a demon raging, so I hurried back to Grey Tree Hall."
"If I am not mistaken, the Sanctuary is under the control of Frederic, the master hunter of Upper Loman."
"Master Frederic is dead in battle." Shire sighed. "Not only him, but many others."
"Allow me to mourn him briefly. We lived in a city, but we never met. Even so, I heard many things about him, who gave up his inheritance to fight the devil all his life. His death is a great loss to the world." She bowed her head in silent prayer.
Shire also has a sample sample, her demeanor is worth learning.
He whispered in his heart, "Lord Edwarde, God of the sky, if you really exist, bless Frederic's soul and let him enter the afterlife safe and sound, as well as the others..."
"Boring! False believers!" "What do you mean, 'If you really exist'? If you doubt whether a God exists or does not exist, you should not believe in it at all!"
"Why? I really don't know if God exists. If God exists, he should destroy you with lightning."
"Oh, terrible child, only seventeen years old, already planning to use supernatural powers to fight a good demon." "By the way," muttered Graddiu, "I have eaten Frederic's soul, and I will treat him well in my stomach."
Rocher ended his mourning for Frederic.
Char is grateful that he no longer has to spend his time arguing with demons and can focus on dealing with the real world.
"Obviously, because the winged demon has escaped from your sanctuary, it is your absolute duty as a member of the Demon Hunters to help us destroy it." "Rocher said.
"Yes, I need to know the intelligence about it so that I have a better chance against it."
"The Winged Demon is our vague term for it, named after several of its characteristics. Apparently, it has a pair of powerful wings and can fly high in the air, higher than ordinary birds. Secondly, it is very greedy and has a great appetite, and has attacked domestic animals and pedestrians day and night, so far, at least thirty-nine people have been killed, and countless animals have been killed, and the scene of its feeding is so bloody that it has driven several people mad, and innocent people who have been infected with the heart of the devil have become mad and anxious, flapping their arms and making a flying motion. At the same time, if the court sorcerer is right, demons also absorb the souls of their victims to make themselves stronger, which you, the demon hunter, should know better than I do."
"I understand." Char's worried sigh, his ability to influence the spirits of other mortals, and his ability to absorb souls are all typical characteristics of demons. If, like Graddiu, it also uses illusions, puppet-making and other evil abilities, it will be even more difficult to deal with.
"Grey Tree Hall is the property of the honourable Earl of Alberta, who is just and generous, dedicated to the protection of his people, and has spent his days and nights in sorrow since receiving the news. As a vassal of the count, I will do whatever it takes." "Rocher said. It was strange how formal and serious these fine words seemed to her.
"The Count's reputation is not very good." Shire euphemistically said that other demon hunters had described the Overlord as a pig walking on two legs.
"Even if the Count were my prince, I would not embellish his personal character out of respect for honesty. True, the count is rigid and greedy, but he knows how to use people. When the devil raged, he called upon me to put an end to the chaos. At the risk of boasting, I am the best and most suitable person under these circumstances. This is enough to prove that Lord Rene is fully qualified to rule the Grey Tree Hall." The look in Rocher's eyes betrays her fierce ambition.
But the Loman tradition prevented women from advancing in the feudal system, and Shire did not know what pressures and troubles she bore.
"I agree." Char nodded.
"To avoid any misunderstanding, I also need to clarify some facts. Our Lord, the Earl of Rene Alberta, is stingy, but if anyone does well enough to stand out, the Earl will promote him, awarding him honor and wealth commensurate with his ability. No doubt, if you show enough talent, I will tell the Count of your deeds, and put you in a higher position than you are now."
Hearing these promises, Shire was a little moved: "Let's talk about hunting demons."
"That's not necessary."
Rocher's answer made Shire stunned.
No need? What does this mean? Why shouldn't they talk about how to hunt demons? How to approach it, attack it, destroy it, and finally end this chaos. Isn't that worth discussing?
"No need to discuss? So what do we do about it?" 'said Shire hurriedly.
"I didn't get your name."
"I am Char."
'Very well, Lord Shire. Before you came along, the first time we encountered the winged demon, we went to the Hunter's Sanctuary and asked for help, but there was no answer." "Rocher said.
No one answered, of course. It's only funny if someone did. All eight hunters from Upper Loman are in the Twilight Forest, hunting down the Blade demon, and there's no one left in the sanctuary.
"We're all on a mission."
"Yes, the demon hunters are busy with their mission, and a demon in the territory is raiding the village from high above, causing panic." We couldn't afford to wait for the hunters to return, so we had already made a deal with the others. Before you came along, we had built up a highly operational team. All you had to do was cooperate."
"Cooperate?" Shire was amazed. "... Who knows how to fight demons but demon hunters?"
"You'll see." Roach got up and ordered the soldiers outside, "Invite Mr. Tibert."
Only demon hunters know how to hunt demons, which Etienne had told Charles long before, and which was an unshakable belief in his heart. And if there's anyone else who can fight the devil now, it's a little hard for Char to accept.
If you don't need me, if you don't need the demon Hunter... What should I do?
The wait made him restless, but soon footsteps approached the tent and a man entered.
"You wanted to see me, my Lord?" Shire saw a distribution type, red hair and blue eyes of the man, with a soft beard like fluff, his face half smiling, attitude is not very serious, "You have guests?" The other side also noticed Shire.
"Yes, Tibert, this is Shire, the demon Hunter."
At the word "demon Hunter," Tibert's face darkened, his brow furrowed, his hands clasped to his chest, he looked at the Shire, and his expression relaxed again.
"Oh, it's the devil hunter, that's amazing." He spoke deliberately elongated tone, very hate, "too powerful, the rumored demon hunter ah, specialized in hunting demons for a living, must be very professional."
Shire listened more and more uncomfortable, pursed his mouth and said nothing.
"Look at that look, look." Tibert said disdainfully, "As if I were a monster. If the child strikes soon, my Lord, you must watch me."
"There is no need to worry. I believe the Shire is loyal to the great cause of fighting evil."
"Good," said Hermione. The stomach-churning smile on Tibert's face was gone, replaced by an even more obnoxious prude.
"Shire, as you can see, we have employed the experienced Mr. Tibert, who comes from the Van Mountain region, with his mercenaries, to provide us with advanced tools for hunting demons." Rocher explained.
"Demons cannot be defeated with 'tools.'" Char could not help saying.
"Are you serious?" Tibert snorted coldly. "It is not a tool. It is a war machine, the master of war."
"Never mind, it's hard to recognize something unless you see it with your own eyes." "Rocher said.
"Yes, that's true, Lord Rocher." Tibert saluted Rocher and turned to Shire. "Come on, then. I'll show you what real power is. When you've seen it, you'll see how superficial your previous understanding is."
Char's face stiffened and he wondered what had given them so much confidence.