With the devil dead, Rocher organizes his men to return to the Grey Tree Hall.
Charles was sitting in an open carriage, chilled by the late autumn wind, tightening his short coat and leaning his back against the side of the carriage, his legs flat. Out of respect for him, they let him ride alone in a car, but that meant he could only talk to Graddiu.
"I keep thinking about what Alicia said to me, 'Seal up the sheep pen.' '" Shire mused. "If we do that, the Wolf will never get in."
"What she said? You miss her lips, you miss her smell, you want to ride her crazy, and she didn't say yes last night, or you would have done a terrible job, making a scene like a wild animal, regardless of her pain, and in the end you would have been so proud of yourself that you thought you had some masculine strength." Graddiu laughed loudly.
"I didn't do anything."
"It makes you even more terrible that you are kidnapping her fate." If you casually hurt her, insult her, break her heart, she will become strong, cold, worldly insight, careful to treat everything around, and you get vent, you sow seeds in her fertile soil, you are satisfied enough, you can gather up the mood to complete the next goal. But now, everything has changed! You'll have to keep coming back to her, and she'll have to deal with you, and the two of you will be a burden to each other." Graddiu always seemed to make sense of his scaremongering.
"And you? Has the devil no love?"
"We don't even have a gender."
"That's really primitive." Char said disapprovingly in his heart.
"Bah, you try this." Graddius's voice suddenly changed from husky and shrivelled to sweet and charming. "What about it? Does it feel like we have a closer bond?"
Charles heard a shiver, and he felt sick to his stomach and retched on the side of the carriage for a while.
'Are you all right? "Asked the soldiers riding beside him." We can stop."
"Nothing. Just keep going." Shire slipped into the compartment.
"You don't seem to like it at all, what's going on?" Graddiu changed his voice to the original line, and suddenly it was more normal. "Your subconscious clearly said that you liked the sound."
"A woman's voice, not a devil's voice. You know what? Every time you talk, I think of what you were like before, a scorched face with a giant horn on your head, a monster who starts talking in a little girl's voice, and I'm expected to react? You don't measure yourself."
"You have begun to speak ill of me. That is impossible. Only I can speak ill of you."
"On what grounds?
"Because I'm superior to you. I'm a demon, a superior creature, moving through the world."
"Living in various bodies, I can only think with my brain now."
"You don't understand."
"I understand that you are testing me and corrupting me, and that you think that one day I will leave you completely open so that you can have complete control over me."
"The very fact that you have this idea is a sign of depravity."
"You just need to know one thing." Shire too lazy to speak in the heart, just think, let the devil to read.
No matter what I become, I am a demon hunter.
Shire did not want to continue to deal with the devil, he glanced casually in the distance, saw a mesmerizing beauty of the field, and focused his attention on the surroundings.
In front of me was an endless grayish yellow wilderness, and the forest of mixed colors spread luxuriously in the distance. The leaves were all dead, but they hung tightly on the branches and refused to fall. Perhaps the plants also had their own determination.
The procession made its way along a wide paved road, with horses' hooves trampling the flagstones rhythmically. The road had been built by the residents of the neighbourhood, and every hundred metres or so there was a roadside monument bearing the name of the donor.
Soon near the village, a long fence separates the fields, dividing them into horizontal and vertical sections, neat and regular. Each large field was subdivided into three areas, separated by ridges. The three-field system had become very popular, and Charles was familiar with it. That is, a field was divided into three areas, two of which were cultivated at a time, and one was left to rest and fattened. When Charles was very young, he carried a wooden barrel back and forth between the dunghill and the idle fields, countless farm work.
The farmers were planting wheat and rye in the fields, and these seeds were strong enough to withstand the cold of winter, and Charles knew that the snow would cover them, but not freeze the seedlings, and when the spring blossoms, the snow melted into the soil, and soon they would sprout, and in the summer they would become bread and go to the bellies of the people.
A six-year-old cow with a broad muzzle snorted along the road and barked whenever a carriage passed, but when the vehicle carrying the demon's corpse passed, it fled without looking back, darting into the field and causing a commotion.
"Animals are afraid of demons." Char looked at the cow. "Why? How do they sense you?"
"The answer is' strangeness. '" "Graddiu said.
"You know what I mean."
"You want me to explain that, of course, we come from another world, so the creatures of this world think that we are strange, that we are special, and it is a feeling of rejection that they naturally see, smell and hear." But human beings are not the same, you are changing yourself out of the primitive state of ignorance, your body comes from this world, but your mind is constantly changing, so that you have been able to accept the existence of 'transcendent' things, so that your changes can be justified. In the end, he became insensitive to our presence. It's an exchange, you trade intelligence for similarity to the world, and the question is, is it worth it?"
"Of course it's worth it." Wisdom is the sharpest weapon.
"No way." "Cried Gladius." No sharper than the knife in your hand."
"By the way, did you get stronger by eating the devil's soul?"
Graddius hesitated for a moment, and Charles sensed that he was hiding something.
"Something to say." Shire urged.
"To eat one troll is to eat the souls of three mortals, and to eat the winged demon is to eat the souls of a hundred mortals."
"You can mend my wounds with the amount of a troll's soul, that is, you can heal me more than thirty times."
"If you turn my strength into your fault tolerance, you lose a powerful help." Graddiu muttered, "When my power is increased, above all, I can take you to hell."
"Hell? What to do there?"
"Hunting demons, of course, your favorite thing. You can mend the sheepfold, or you can go into the forest with a bow and arrow to fight wolves." Claudius constantly seduced Charles, "Demons often enter the world, plunder and then be driven away, so many demons have collected many treasures it found from the world, I take you back to hell, eliminate those weak, I eat the soul, you take the treasure, this plan is not perfect."
"There's no proof. Who knows what's there. Maybe you're going to take me back and destroy me." Shire frowns.
"We've been working together for a while now, aren't we a close team? We helped each other rise to the challenge and now it's just another one." Graddiu is a good guide.
Never trust the devil, never forgive the devil, never forgive the devil.
"Good," said Hermione. "That sounds great."
"You're refreshed." Graddiu was satisfied.
The army crossed the field roads to a prosperous town.
Along the street there were many storefronts, fine, tall houses, and a noisy bustle of peasants with goats and cabbages. It was very crowded. This is what is known as Chenghamachi, a town on the outskirts of town without walls, where people from all walks of life gather. It is a mixed place.
Through the town, the guards at the gate slowly raised the iron gate to let the troops in. As they passed through the gate, Shire looked up and saw rows of long holes for pouring oil. The passage was long enough to burn all the attackers here and form a new barrier with their charred bodies.
After entering the city, we arrive at the city of Grey-Tree Hall, where there is also a tall fortress, the Earl's lodgings, a magnificent long hall, protected by towers and walls, occupying the highest position in the city, and a long wall connecting the castle and the city walls, so that the fort and the outer walls support each other.
The streets in the city are wider than the town outside, but not much better, where there are ditches, Shire sees the ditches slowly flowing black foul-smelling sewage, and where there are no ditches, human and animal feces and household garbage will be randomly sprinkled on the street.
"It's a wonderful city." "I saw at least 30,000 fresh human souls moving around the city," Graddiu lamented. "It was like seeing 30,000 naked women rushing towards you."
"Don't use silly metaphors."
At the square in the center of the city, a troop carriage pulled up, and the camp prostitutes got out and went back to their place. Alicia looked over her shoulder, and Char knew she was looking at him, so he got up from the carriage, waved his hand at her, and she laughed, and was hurried away by the other women.
Char wants to know where they went.
They knew that Rocher had gone out of town to hunt the devil, so the cart with the devil's body was particularly noticed, and people no doubt wanted to lift the thick cloth and see the devil's true face.
The carriage wound up the hill road near the Earl's stone fort, and Rocher rode up behind it and found the Shire, who looked as pale and cold as ever, with eyes that seemed indifferent to everything.
"We are about to meet Lord Rene, Lord Shire."
"Anything to be aware of?"
"Yes, and it needs to be done immediately." 'said Rocher earnestly.