The Divine Hunter Chapter 9: Another girl

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In the tent in the center of the market.

A little monster with the head and talons of a vulture, the body and tail of a lion, is squatting quietly outside a large dark iron cage, its bright and energetic eyes staring at the opposite side without blinking, with a trace of Uneasy and wary.

The witcher approached slowly with a gentle smile, shaking a "cleaned" rabbit in his left hand, and hooking it with his right hand, "Want to eat it, Gorfin... I just caught it last night, Very fresh."

As he spoke, he suddenly shook the skinned and dirty rabbit in front of the griffon's head, letting the smell of flesh and blood ferment further.

"Gu——Ho——"

Unexpectedly, his action had the opposite effect. The little guy seemed to be offended, opened his long beak in demonstration, and screamed strangely.

It became as if it were facing a formidable enemy, the gray mane around its neck stood up, its two arched hind legs supported its body, and it flapped its gray and white wings violently.

The iron cage clanged as it was hit.

"Relax, I just want to make a 'friend'." Roy reluctantly took a step back and squatted down, "To show my sincerity, I have buried your parents' remains to prevent them from being desecrated by wild beasts."

"So, can't you give me some trust?"

As he spoke, he threw the rabbit at the griffin's feet.

But the other party didn't appreciate it. He slapped the food back with his paw, roared proudly, and slapped the iron cage.

"Galal is really right. You are a vindictive and stubborn girl. You have spent an hour every day for five days and you still think of me as a bad person." Roy shook his head and sighed, "Since you are too soft to eat, , then you can only have something hard!"

A flash of blood suddenly flashed in the dark gold pupils of the demon hunter. The body of Gorfin, who was showing off his power, instantly softened and fell at his feet, entering that trembling state again.

"Huh...it's better to shock..." Every time after being shocked, Gorfen would be docile for at least half an hour, and then return to his old ways. This was Roy's experience summarized in the past few days.

The rabbit was placed in front of the griffin again.

This time it did not dare to resist, and buried its head in eating in a disciplined manner - the hooks on the front of its wings clasped the food, and with a peck of its long pointed beak, it easily tore off a piece of flesh and blood, then tilted its head and "Gurgled" Swallow it into your stomach.

A hand fell on the soft mane of Gorfin's neck, sliding back over its smooth, plush feline back, all the way to the tip of its tail.

It was so well-behaved that it didn't show any instinct to protect food despite being touched.

"Well, the feeling of petting a griffin is almost the same as petting a cat."

In addition to having a greater sense of accomplishment.

More dangerous than cats, griffins are the apex predators of the animal kingdom, and it feels great to watch them docilely lie on the ground.

Roy stroked for a full quarter of an hour, until Golfin purred comfortably, and caught more than a dozen lice for it... before taking back his hand with satisfaction.

This is exactly his purpose, to let the other party gradually adapt to his contact, so that it will be convenient in the future...

He was also a little lucky, because this griffon was still young, and moderate coercion and inducement could still work. If it were an adult griffon, according to their arrogant character, they would rather die than obey.

"Well, let's do it this way. Come to 'friendly exchanges' every day, and sooner or later, Gorfen will be able to completely surrender."

If this is not possible, the conditions for forced domestication should be met.

At that time, he will become the first demon hunter who can fly.

With a gryphon mount, can he legitimately take over the gryphon school?

Who dares to refute? Bring out the gryphon!

Coaxing Golfin back into the cage, Roy left the tent and waved goodbye to Galal, who was looking so flattering.

I never thought that I would bump into the rushing Oaks halfway,

"Roy, stop daydreaming about taming a gryphon. That thing is too immature to raise. It's time to get down to business!" A trace of caution flashed across Oakes' simple cheek,

"After my day and night search, finally, just now I found clues to the man of destiny!"

"The family at No. 180 Tongshu Street in the south of the city has a deformed daughter, Thelma. She is locked in the house by her parents and lives in seclusion."

Roy was stunned. Isn't Ciri, the real destiny person who attracted the Wild Hunt, still staying in the Sintra Palace?

Who can he find?

Could it be another warlock seed?

……

A cul-de-sac covered in shadows in bright sunlight.

"Huhu..."

A thin girl of eight or nine years old was bent over and gasping for air, her back pressed against the cold wall.

Her deformed and dirty little face was covered with blue bruises, and her expression was full of unwillingness and deep fear.

Soon, a group of boys of the same age forced her into the corner of an alley, gearing up, with a look of viciousness and meanness rarely seen at this age.

"Monster, bastard, why didn't you run away?!"

"My name is Thelma?" On the girl's abnormally swollen cheeks, a pair of big eyes were full of tears, "I am not a monster or a bastard. I am just like everyone else, I am also a human being!"

"Hey, you ugly monster, I haven't caught you for more than two months. How dare you get fatter? How dare you talk back!?" The fat boy in the lead suddenly grabbed the girl's straw-yellow hair and held it with his other hand. Slap her hard.

In an instant, a bright red slap mark appeared on the girl's already ugly cheek, making her look even more ferocious.

"Monster, look at your face...you were kicked three hundred times by a horse? You are so ugly and dare to come out to scare people." The fat man spat at her,

"Aren't you a bastard? What do your parents do? Tell everyone!" As the fat man turned to his companions, the girl lowered her head and covered her face. Someone in the crowd responded cooperatively,

"Thelma's mother is a prostitute, and her father collects feces from door to door, haha!"

Five or six boys laughed unbridledly. The silent girl clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth so hard that she let go.

"Tell the truth, Thelma, did your father take you out of the cesspool? Otherwise, how could you be so ugly?"

"No!" At this moment, the girl couldn't help but yelled. She raised her head and glanced at the faces of the boys one by one, her eyes full of resentment!

The fat man suddenly sneered, "Brothers, let's beat this ugly monster to death together!"

Before these boys had time to take action, they suddenly felt their bodies lighten up, and with frightened screams, they were slapped against the wall one by one like flies, with huge blood packets appearing on their heads. He fainted without saying a word.

A series of strange sounds made Thelma, who was holding her head tightly and preparing to be beaten, carefully raise her head. She first saw the naughty children lying on the ground like corpses, and then in her sight, intruded Two men carrying swords.

They have wild beast-like vertical eyes and wear clean leather armor.

"You...who are you?" she asked in a daze,

"Help you." Roy looked at the bloated growth on the girl's face, pulled her up from the ground, and carefully dusted off her clothes.

The girl was curious and frightened, as nervous as a quail. He was obviously bullied by a few brats before, but he suddenly enjoyed the warm care of two strangers.

"Eron and the others...are they dead?"

"Don't worry, I just fainted temporarily. But I will have to lie in bed for at least half a month to recover."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and a hint of joy flashed in her brown eyes.

"Um..." Thelma withdrew her palm and shrank her thin body back with evasive eyes. She was a little confused about the current situation and said in a daze, "Thank you. I... …Can I go home?"

"Sorry...I'm afraid I can't..."

Amid Oaks' gentle words, a flashing triangle suddenly passed before the girl's eyes, and then she fell limply into the arms of the witcher.

"Oakes, is this considered a kidnapping..." Roy picked up the light little witch and walked furtively out of the alley.

"It's better for us to kidnap her than to be kidnapped by the Wild Hunt!" Oaks said firmly.

"By the way, sorceresses' childhoods are so miserable?" This is the second time Roy has witnessed an alien version of bullying, and it is exactly the same as Casca's. At the same time, he also admired Oakes for being able to accurately find a warlock seed among the tens of thousands of people in Cintra.

"Not entirely." Oaks explained, "Some sorceresses have an imbalance in their magic power after birth, which affects their physical development over time and makes their appearance deformed and ugly. But some are lucky and their magic power has always been in a relatively balanced and stable state. , their physiological development is not affected at all, and they can live a normal life."

"Usually the former are the ones who become sorceresses, because they have no choice. Only by becoming sorceresses can they escape the tragic fate of being discriminated against and having their bodies tortured by out-of-control magic. But most parents are unwilling to hand them over to magic academies. , because you won’t get any benefit from doing so.”

"It seems that most sorceresses are ugly ducklings..." Roy sighed.

"It doesn't matter whether she is beautiful or ugly," Oakes patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "As long as she does a good job."

"..."

"When you have a sorceress as your concubine, you will understand their beauty."

"Wait! You mean, you have slept with a sorceress."

"Of course, sorceresses have different tastes from noble women..." A trace of confusion flashed in Oaks's amber pupils, and he began to reminisce, "That was more than ten years ago, in Nilfgaard..."

……

When the two carried the petite Thelma back to the Demon Hunter's lair~IndoMTL.com~ and met with everyone, three big men and one boy stared at the little **** the sofa with piercing eyes.

"What to do with her?"

"Let's talk about something else first." Leisuo suddenly turned serious, crossed his arms over his chest, and his face became serious.

"Kid, should you explain when you got involved with the Cintra royal family? I just received the news that starting this morning, the royal palace sent people to look for a demon hunter... Dark gold pupils, Fifteen or sixteen years old, who else but you?"

"Huh? What's going on? The Cintra royal family is looking for me?" A trace of surprise flashed across Roy's face. He racked his brains and couldn't think of any reason. "Except for training, I spend the rest of my time taking care of that person." A little gryphon! How can I have time to contact the palace?"

"Oakes can testify!"

"Yes, I've been staring at him!" The hooded demon hunter still smiled playfully, not taking it seriously at all.

"No matter what the reason is..." the bald man said, "Since the royal family has summoned you, go and have a look, maybe you can make some money, and talk to us when you come back."