Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 437

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 437]

“Hey! It’s dangerous!” Charles realized that something was wrong with Leopold and hurried to the windowsill.

When Charles saw his current state, Leopold’s heart was ashes. He shook his hand, the candle fell to the ground, and the flame exploded along the ground in an instant. It even ran up Leopold’s body and wrapped him in it. The pain was more than he could bear, and he screamed.

“Wow ah ah ah-”

Charles jumped hard, jumped over the fire, pulled Leopold up, and instantly came to the other end of the kitchen, and led Leopold to the corridor inside the castle. The flames exploded in the kitchen and kept winding upwards. , burn whatever it encounters, and lick its tongue everywhere.

He took off his jacket and patted the fire on Leopold’s body. Leopold’s skin was ripped open, his eyes were bloodshot, and his head was covered with wounds, as if several nails had been pulled out of his head.

Leopold Soffertaire…hardships.

Ciel wanted to seek revenge for him, but fate had already done it for Ciel.

What he has endured is his lesson.

Charles sighed.

“How do you feel?” Charles asked.

“…you’re back…” Leopold said hoarsely, “kill me…I have nothing…”

“Nonsense, you have too many things,” Charles picked up Leopold and walked outside the castle. “You were once a big man, and now you are a king.”

“Why did I become like this…”

“There are many reasons.”

“I have no face to live…I don’t know what to do…King? I am a king without vassals and territories…Darkness is the real king…Endless darkness is before me…Charr… …we are slaves, and my father and I are nothing but slaves…”

“You are still young.”

“You’re the young one… I’m thirty years old…”

Charles carried Leopold out of the castle and put him on the ground.

“No matter how old you are, you’re like a baby now,” said Charles.

Leopold looked at the thick smoke billowing out of the kitchen, looked down at the burnt flesh on his legs, and whimpered softly, as if he was only feeling pain now.

“It’s the devil who destroys people like this,” Ciel said. “It’s not your fault that you encounter something you can’t handle. If you change your environment and career, you’ll find that everything is completely different.”

“How to do it?”

“I’ll show you two ways,” said Charles, “one way is to lie down, be a peaceful savage, live in the forest, drink spring water when you’re thirsty, eat fruit and fish when you’re hungry, and if you’re lucky, you can be alone Complete shacks, campfires, cots, and maybe even make your own pottery to achieve self-sufficiency, and without desire it would not be as miserable as it is now.”

“anything else……”

“Leave Loman, find a place to start a new life with Serava, forget about demons and domination, keep your feet on the ground, get an honest job, and just live your life normally,” Ciel said.

“The devil… the devil is eating the world…”

“I will defeat the devil! Let me protect your normal life!” Ciel said.

“Both of these roads—I don’t want them!” Leopold shouted hoarsely, he got up against the pain, trembled, and fell again, “I am the king! I am the King Loman! ”

“You can’t be a king with such a flawed appearance,” said Charles. “You hurt yourself too deeply, and you have to pay thousands of times of hard work and sweat to get back to where you were before.”

“I do!” Leopold fell to his knees, then got up again, “These setbacks… these sufferings… these sufferings… only make me stronger! I want to live! I want to win my stuff!”

“You better find yourself a dress first,” said Charles. “—I wonder, where is Anastasia? She…”

“She’s gone…she’s in the suburbs.” Leopold pointed Charles in the direction.

Serava hurried out from behind the wall of hiding, took off her coat, put it on Leopold, and hid behind the wall again.

“I’m sorry,” Leopold said to Charles in a hoarse voice as he fastened the button, “I… went mad at that time, and I actually treated you…”

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Shire said. “We’re all trying to prove ourselves in this terrible reality.”

“…I don’t know the future.”

“No one knows that reality is complex and changeable. It hates it here, but beauty is also here. When the wind is down, everyone does the same thing, showing off, showing off, enjoying life, and spending time in the wild, but against the wind, everyone does the same thing. Sometimes, in the face of those bad things, people will do different things, and it is the actions of these difficult times that reflect the differences between people.”

“You’re really my best friend,” Leopold murmured. “Welcome back…I don’t want that manipulative crown. When I’m a real king again, I’ll do my best to reward you. of.”

Charles was stunned for a moment.

“My daughter has a dog named after you,” said Charles. “You don’t mind.”

“That’s fine.”

“You guy, I don’t need your reward, so I can do it myself.”

“Fire will burn this place…” Leopold heard the flames blazing in the castle.

Ciel looked at the sky, and after a while, a thunder sounded, and then a torrential rain poured down on the castle to control the fire.

“My goal is elsewhere, I’ll go first, and one last piece of advice: don’t beat yourself up again.” Charles said goodbye to Leopold.

Chapter 539 The Little Prince

It was raining heavily, and Anastasia sat in the hut, feeling frustrated for no reason.

The first is the sense of crisis. The south is not a safe place. She and Antik will be summoned by the Dark Lord at any time and become victims in the Romana Mountains. Such a thing is too cruel for this child.

He is only four years old, and there are many, many things he hasn’t seen, such as… his biological father.

Antik knelt on the chair by the window, and while listening to the sound of the rain outside, he spread the book in front of him and read with concentration. He was very smart and energetic.

Anastasia remembered her grandfather, an old-fashioned old-fashioned aristocrat who was also the smartest and bravest person she knew. Not only did he live to be a hundred years old, but he also personally designed a canal, an orchard and a set of crop rotations for his hometown. If he lived two more years, he would not let her be seduced by Eduardo… Now, Anastasia believes that the elite blood she inherited from her grandfather will be the same as that of Charles Grani. The blood joined together to create their perfect child, Antioch Softel, or Antioch Grani.

He will become a wise man, a sage, and a hero, who will seize his place in the future history and engrave epic heroic epics that shine through the ages. He has already shown the characteristics of those famous characters, active, good at learning, and fond of reading.

– The premise is to survive.

Just then, Anastasia heard a knock on the door, and the lightest knock made her nervous.

“Who’s there?” she asked fearfully.

“I, it’s me!” Charles went straight to here after leaving Leopold.

Charles!

Anastasia was so happy that she almost fainted.

The hero she dreams of day and night has endless energy and vitality, and there are endless seeds, each of which can easily take root and sprout in the soil.

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“Who’s there?” Antique asked.

“It’s… Uncle Charles Grani.”

Anastasia wasn’t sure if Ciel wanted to recognize the child, ruthless men always refused to admit the results of their adventures, maybe Antik didn’t appeal to him, maybe his existence would trouble him, she didn’t know .

“Why have I never heard of him?” Antik wondered.

“You’ll know him from today, Uncle Grani is a good man.” Anastasia opened the door a crack, saw Ciel, and then she felt relieved and opened the door.

“It’s raining a lot.” Charles stood in the door frame.

“Thanks to the gods,” Anastasia took out her handkerchief and wiped Ciel’s wet hair.

“My dear queen.” Charles kissed her.

“Hey—” Anastasia quickly stepped back.

“Mom?” Antik closed the book, stood on the chair, and looked at Charles.

Ciel looked past the shy and nervous Anastasia and saw a very cute child.

Antiques has fair skin, a small round nose, thin lips, big eyes, red natural curly hair, extremely tender skin, and is not afraid of strangers, and observes Ciel directly.

How could I have such a beautiful baby!

Ciel couldn’t help but quicken his steps, looking at him across the room.

The reunion of father and son is such a warm picture.

Anastasia smiled and closed the door.

“What’s your name?” Charles teased him.

“I’m Antique Sofortaire,” Antique calmly stood up from his chair and looked up at Charles.

Compared with the other son, Roches is sullen and quiet, much like Ciel, while Antik is cheerful and lively.

“…Antiques Softel? Who is your father then?” Charles asked.

“I am the youngest son of King Eduardo,” Antique looked at Ciel suspiciously, “if you are not a villager, you should know him.”

Anastasia was worried that Antik’s words would anger Ciel, but in a blink of an eye, Ciel was in a good mood.

“This boy has been clever since he was a child,” said Charles.

“You don’t want him?” Anastasia felt uneasy. “Hey, Ciel… don’t think about it, he is…”

“Yes,” said Ciel, “he is the rightful heir to the kingdom of Loman.”

Anastasia sighed.

“Where is the kingdom of Loman now?” she said. “Leopold has been destroyed. He has been hollowed out by magic.”

“I think he’ll recover,” Charles said.

Antik opened his bright eyes.

“The Kingdom of Loman is in a crisis of survival,” he said in a tender voice, “but I will definitely assist my half-brother, help this country, and make everything return to normal.”

“Silly child.” Anastasia stroked Anteke’s hair.

“Our little prince, he has always lived in this capacity,” Charles said. “Let’s wait until he is a little older, and then he will decide what kind of identity he will continue to live in.”

“Alright.” Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief. If Charles refused to recognize the child, she really didn’t know what to do, “Then…”

“It’s not safe here,” Ciel said. “You better go to Citania.”

“I’ve heard of it.” Anastasia recalled the rumors, “…Rocher Drist established a new kingdom in the north.”

“She did a great job,” said Charles.

“But on the way through the Caiye Forest, the elves are too terrifying, and the most powerful knights are not their opponents.” Anastasia said.

“I have appeased their hatred and anger,” said the Ciel, “and now the elves are on our side.”

“I really don’t know how to say hello,” Anastasia was surprised, looked at Ciel a few more times, then went to get a wine glass and poured a glass of wine for Ciel, “How are you doing?”

“I tried my best,” Ciel looked at her body, the queen was as plump as before, and it seemed that she had grown a little again because of breastfeeding. It used to be terrifying, and now she almost broke her clothes, “I miss you very much. ”

“You’re just coveting me.” Anastasia knew where Ciel was looking. “You bastard… as cunning as any other man.”

“Okay, I came all the way to protect you after reading your handwritten note.”

“Then I’m really moved to death.”

“I was serious.”

“I’m not kidding, ah, Ciel… Why don’t I miss you…” Anastasia moved closer to Ciel.

“Look at you…” Charles stroked Anastasia’s face, “…what a stunner.”

[End of This Chapter]