Warhammer Divine Throne

Chapter 427: Chapter 183, Boldro Night (Part 3)

PS. This is a 4,700-character long Chapter, I hope everyone enjoys it!

In this world, people are severely lacking in entertainment activities, so various banquets are constantly held. Knights can use these events as a pretext to gather together and feast. For the Knight Class, meat is an extremely important form of nutrition intake, and it is only right for knights to consume meat.

However, for the Demon Hunters, their opportunities to eat meat are not as plentiful, especially the delicacies of Boldro. Abel, along with the attendees, offered a couple of insincere prayers, washed their hands with clean water under the guidance of a servant, and then immediately began to gorge themselves.

The Demon Hunters observed some manners and didn’t eat too uncouthly. Some Great Nobles thought, ”Where did the Lady’s Divine Chosen Champion get a poor relative with a head full of white hair?” Seeing Abel’s decent etiquette, they said nothing more.

The profession of Demon Hunter is just like that; doing the hardest work, living a life of constant displacement, yet earning little income. They burn their lives to fight against Chaos and various Dark Creatures, but their human peers often treat them unfairly. Particularly ignorant farmers who view Demon Hunters as a scourge, going to great lengths to avoid contact with these ”alien species” unless absolutely necessary.

More than 150 years ago, Ludwig banished Chaos, leaving the entire Continent in ruins. Dark Creatures brazenly appeared just a hundred steps from towns, creating an enormous demand for Demon Hunters to specifically deal with scattered Dark Creatures. Demon Hunting once became a popular profession and choice. Many noble families sent children without inheritance rights to the Demon Hunter Guild for training.

Times have changed. Many of the once numerous Demon Hunter castles have been abandoned. Now only a handful of trainee Demon Hunters remain in the castle that accepts large numbers of them for training, and the vast headquarters castle of the guild has fallen into disrepair. Each year, more defensive facilities stop functioning and are discarded.

So Abel chose to leave.

Abel was born in the Rick Territory of the Empire. He was a bastard born from the affair of a noble and a witch. In general, such a bastard would have two destinies. If the witch was a court adviser or a female courtier, the bastard would be recognized, without inheritance rights, but having noble status, and raised as a noble child.

Unluckily for Abel, he was the second kind. His mother did not want to raise him, so she sent him to an Old Demon Hunter, Jacob, to be brought up. After Jacob passed away, Abel decided there was nothing in the Demon Hunter Guild worth his nostalgia, so he came to Brittania.

A luxuriously dressed High Elf walked by, head held high, chin elevated, with a haughty expression holding a wine glass, speaking with a completely contemptuous tone: ”What a bunch of barbarians. No matter how they use expensive silk and tapestries to decorate themselves, no matter how they spray perfume on themselves, they still cannot hide their barbarian nature.”

Another High Elf appeared to be more mature and steady. Wearing a blue and white gold-trimmed cloak and a broad High Elf Mage robe, with a golden feather crown on his head, he looked no more than twenty years old on the surface. However, in reality, no one knew how old this High Elf Mage actually was—most ordinary High Elves lived for at least eight hundred years, and this High Elf Mage was obviously no ordinary being: ”Close your filthy mouth. Do you intend to offend every alien race you meet, like Calado? Dasu? High Elves will bring trade and goods to allies and sharp swords and destruction to enemies.”

”Anatole, you’re always like this; sometimes you give these barbarians too much face, making them think they’re civilized people.” Another High Elf shrugged: ”Alright, I admit at least this country’s military power is decent. Anyway, we just stick with the ones with the Holy Grail Badge.”

There are diplomatic relations between the High Elves and Brittania, but exchanges are not frequent. In the eyes of the High Elves, having good relations with the Empire and obtaining desired resources from Marinburg meant they were unwilling to expend further effort on interacting with the Brittania people.

Their most recent exchange occurred about twenty years ago when the newly crowned Knight King Richard and the Dragon Prince Imrek of the High Elf Calado Kingdom fought side by side to wipe out a Beastman Army besieging Kulona.

(The High Elves didn’t care about the fate of Brittania; they merely didn’t want the Beastman Army to destroy the Elven ruins in Kulona.)

The Brittania people pride themselves on fighting alongside the High Elf Army. Many knights proclaim they witnessed Knight King Richard saving Dragon Prince Imrek’s life. At that moment, the Dragon Prince was knocked off his mount by a Cyclops, facing mortal danger. It was Richard who, fearlessly, rode the Horned Eagle Beast to pierce the Cyclops’ eye, saving Imrek.

However, the High Elves did not see it that way. After the battle, Dragon Prince Imrek considered Knight King Richard an enemy because Richard witnessed his humiliation and stole his prey. Imrek swore he would never forgive Richard and would utterly defeat him to avenge the shame when the chance arose.

Anatole was a Magic Master of the Safuri Mage Council, a disciple of the High Elf Great Mage Tygris. Throughout his long life, the endless war with Dark Elves bored the Magic Master, so he followed his master’s footsteps and decided to travel the Old World.