Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 56 Your circle is so chaotic
"That's impossible," Roche retorted. "If a person had held the arrow in their hand and thrust it into their forehead, the wound wouldn't have been that deep. No one has that much strength."

After saying this, he picked up a feather arrow and stuck it into the hare's body. Sure enough, as he said, it stopped not very deep.

"It's not that absolute." Ivan leaned over slightly, picked up a feather arrow as well, turned his wrist slightly, and adjusted the angle.

He took a deep breath, the muscles on his arms bulged slightly, and he began to exert force slowly, but at the same time deliberately controlled the output of force, neither too fast nor too slow.

Under his control, the feather arrow penetrated into the hare's body bit by bit. The depth of the wound was much deeper than the one with Roche, and finally it even penetrated the hare's body directly.

The skin around the wound was slightly turned outward, revealing a star-shaped tear that was very similar to the wound on the deceased's forehead. At the same time, the skin near the wound was squeezed, forming a circle of bruises, which was also very similar to those on the corpse.

"Ivan, you are a demon hunter. Ordinary people don't have as much strength as you." Roche shook his head.

"But I only used 30% of my strength. In fact, I used a special force-generating technique. If you master it, you can also achieve the same level." Ivan stood up and patted the dust off his hands.

"Don't you think the wound on his neck is very strange? The cut is as thin as a hairline and clean and neat. It was obviously caused by a master swordsman. Does your intelligence tell me about such a person among the Scoia'tael?"

"If so, I imagine his position within the Scoia'tael must be quite high. So, given his status, why would he personally clean up the battlefield?"

"I've never heard of any famous sword masters among the elves or dwarves." Roche frowned, deep in thought. He was a clear-headed person, not one with a rigid mindset, nor would he lose all reason in anger.

After Ivan's reminder, he instantly understood the key point. "You're saying that this was all intentional. They deliberately disguised the scene to divert suspicion to the Scoia'tael?"

"It's just a guess based on the actual situation. I'm not very good at other things, so you'll need to make your own judgment." Ivan nodded calmly, "For reference only."

"No, you are right. It is very likely that this is the fact." Roche pressed his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

"Who could have done this? Kaedwen? Henselt is a greedy man, so it's not impossible that he would do such a thing. He has coveted Aedirn for a long time, so it's hard to say that he doesn't have any ideas about us, Temeria."

"Redania? That's even more suspicious. King Vizimir has always planned to merge Temeria and Redania to create a more powerful country. After King Foltest rejected the marriage proposal to his daughter, Princess Dalimira, this possibility has become even greater. A few days ago, I captured several spies sent by Sigismund Dijkstra in Vizima. They must have been doing a lot of tricks behind the scenes."

"And Cintra." Roche's eyes narrowed, and he continued, "Queen Calanthe is extremely ambitious and will never miss any opportunity to expand her territory. Perhaps she also wants to create chaos in Temeria and profit from it."

Ivan broke out in a cold sweat as he listened to Roche's speculation.

No, how messy are the relations between you northern countries? How come so many countries are suspected?

But according to subsequent historical developments, Temeria was clearly ultimately destroyed by Nilfgaard. Yet, listening to Roche's speculations, he didn't seem to doubt the Southern Empire's intentions at all. Didn't that immediately eliminate the most likely correct answer? "Roche, you mentioned before that the Southerners use the same arrows as the elves. Southerners, are you referring to the Nilfgaardian Empire?" Hearing that Roche had nearly exhausted all the northern kingdoms without once mentioning Nilfgaard, Ivan couldn't help but remind him.

"That's right. Many of the nobles among the southern barbarians have elven blood, so it's normal for them to learn from their ancestors and use the same feather arrows as the elves." Roche explained to Ivan.

"Why, Ivan, do you think those southern barbarians are the masterminds behind all this? That's impossible." Roche waved his hand, his tone full of contempt.

"Although the dictatorial Emhyr annexed all the duchies near Nilfgaard into his own territory, assigning them as provinces or vassal states, he never dared to provoke a war against any country in the north."

"I think he knows full well that his methods might work against the barbarians of the south, but he's absolutely incapable of confronting us in the north. Even the most noble of Nilfgaardian barbarians are no match for the lowest noble in our north."

"From a geographical point of view, if Nilfgaard wants to expand its territory to the north, it must first conquer the Kingdom of Cintra under the rule of Queen Calanthe, which is also impossible."

"Queen Calanthe has worked diligently to govern the country, and under her rule, the nation is thriving. Their barbarian armies may be able to fight among themselves, but if they were to confront the elite soldiers of our northern kingdoms, they would collapse in an instant."

"So, with Cintra blocking the way, it's pointless for these southerners to come to the border between Temeria and Kaedwen to cause a massacre and then frame the Scoia'tael."

Ah this.

Is the discrimination against the South from the North really that serious? Ivan remembered that the men in black in the game also called the nobles of the northern countries "country bumpkins".

They said they didn't know etiquette, were unhygienic, didn't follow the rules, and so on.

It seems that not only the North looks down on the South, but the South also looks down on the North.

However, the South looked down on the North because they had the capital, and they did turn the North upside down later.

But what is your basis for you, the North, to look down on the South?

From Roche's words, we can infer that it's because of that ridiculous theory of bloodline? What's that saying that the most noble nobles of southern descent can't compare to the lowest nobles of the north? Can bloodline help you win a war?
No matter how noble your bloodline is, how many divisions can you replace?

Where I come from, only pets need to have a certain bloodline!

It is unexpected that even someone like Roche, who comes from a grassroots background, still has such a strong sense of superiority of his northern ancestry. This may be the limitation of an era. Ivan does not understand or agree with it.

(End of this chapter)