The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Children

The next day, the teacher who presided over the morning training was replaced by another man who cursed profusely, had a bad temper, and had a gabled hairline.

Monty, who had just arrived, still performed poorly in training, so he was ridiculed by Lambert. For an entire hour and a half, his vicious mouth never rested for more than five seconds from beginning to end.

The strong little boy almost cried.

But another happy event happened after breakfast.

Two other children joined Gawain House.

A boy was tall and thin, wearing a torn black cotton-padded jacket with holes everywhere.

Cloth shoes with exposed big toes.

The hair and eyes are also black.

Nervousness and curiosity surged on the cheeks with a few freckles.

The girl next to her has a dirty face like a kitten, with delicate facial features visible, and her blond hair is as messy as withered straw.

The small body is obviously stunted.

At this moment, her almost transparent white fingers were nervously pulling on the hem of a demon hunter's clothes.

The one with dark gold pupils.

Monty must admit that this teacher named Roy is the most handsome and charming, and he would also be close to him.

"What's your name? How old are you?" Carl showed his white teeth and greeted his two new friends openly.

But Monty only dared to hide behind and look around.

"Akatom...nine years old..." The black-haired boy wiped his dirty hands with his clothes in a panic, and then shook hands with Karl.

"You have some elf blood, right?" Karl glanced at his pointed ears casually.

Akatom trembled... Because of his status as a mixed elf, he was beaten frequently.

"Don't be nervous, kid, I'm also a mixed race, a quarter elf..." Roy pointed to his ear, his tone was gentle but firm, "I promise you, as long as you come to Gawain's House, there will be no problem..." People dare to discriminate against you and bully you for no reason!"

The boy then said "Hmm" with a red face.

"I...my name is Vicky..." The girl timidly poked her head out from behind the witcher, like a little squirrel with its head emerging from behind a branch, "I am seven years old this year..."

After saying that, the girl's pure and gentle purple eyes like a reindeer looked at the child hiding behind.

He scratched his neck and hesitated, "I...my name is Monty..."

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From that day on, Gaowen's Home became more and more popular, and new children were brought back by the teachers every two or three days.

About two weeks, the number of children in the orphanage peaked at twenty, and then stabilized because the witchers temporarily stopped searching.

They first used these twenty children to experiment with innovative teaching methods. If the results were good, they would then expand the scope.

Most of the children are boys, and there are only seven girls. They are all homeless children from Nuocheng and surrounding villages and towns.

Among them were one or two familiar faces from Monty, who were also poor children who lost in the "contest" for places in the Eternal Fire Orphanage.

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After getting along for a while, the children began to get familiar with each other and gradually dropped their guard. And Monty realized that everyone's class schedules were very different.

The wall clock in the bedroom points to six o'clock in the morning.

The children get up on time for training.

All boys participated in special training on turning and golden rooster independence.

The seven girls who sleep in another room with Aunt Stacey, who cooks, only need to run around the yard a few times every day to get a little sweaty.

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After breakfast, the wall clock pointed to eight.

Twenty children sit in the same classroom reading, literacy, and arithmetic. Eskar, who has a lightning scar on his face, serves as the teacher. He always likes to randomly select a "lucky person" to come to the podium to answer questions.

What is even more terrifying is that he will leave a square wooden board called a "test paper" for each student in the center of each class.

There was something called "test questions" written all over it in charcoal.

It is mainly to assess the children's previous learning achievements and mastery of knowledge.

Furthermore, Eskar carefully graded each student's "test paper".

Fortunately, there is no penalty for those with low scores, but the top half of the score will be rewarded. By accumulating ten rewards, students can realize a trivial wish.

For example, singing a Nuocheng nursery rhyme in front of all the children, and having an extra half-hour of rest time one day.

Various measures make the children nervous and looking forward to every class.

Class ends at twelve o'clock in the morning.

It takes one hour to eat and rest.

Two courses will start on time at 1 p.m.

This brings up another matter.

When the early morning special training began to increase intensity and entered the boring basic swordsmanship and stake standing stages, more than 70% of the boys chose to give up. Karl disdainfully called them farmers.

As for him, Monty, Akamtom, and the other two children who persisted, he proudly declared them to be reserve witcher apprentices.

Reserve witcher apprentices learn knowledge about monsters and herbalism at 1 p.m.

As for the group of farmers, they got into their "own jobs" - the teachers cultivated several pieces of farmland around the orphanage, and led them to take care of those pieces of land after taking a nap every day.

Set an example by yourself, skillfully wielding a **** to turn over soil and dig ditches.

Sow radish, cabbage, spinach, and garlic seeds just like an ordinary farmer, but the work intensity is much lower.

The "farmer" also had to work with the seven girls to cut turnips and feed the poultry.

Except for the reserve demon hunter apprentices, all orphans have a gift for admission - a young chicken that must be raised into a big rooster by its own ability.

So I often see little carrot-headed boys and girls running around happily in the yard, followed by their chirping little pets.

Every day after dinner, the children have free time.

The girls dance with rubber bands, or compete in weaving garlands with mint grass to see who can weave them quickly and beautifully. The winner is usually Vicky, who is the most ingenious.

Boys fight arm-in-arm, or chase and fight around the yard. Of course, no one can beat the reserve demon hunter apprentice, but after two weeks of training, the difference in speed and reaction has begun to show.

The fun for kids doesn’t stop there.

Sometimes, boys and girls play hide and seek, a popular sport.

The reserve witcher apprentice Carl is a big winner. Monty guesses that he has learned some secret tracking skills from the grey-green pupil cat vulture teacher. Every time it was his turn to be a ghost, he could always catch all the hiding people within half an hour.

Later, the children simply admitted defeat to Carl and quickly started the next round.

The rough-looking teachers invented some strange and interesting games, which they said were meant to cultivate team chemistry, such as racing "with hands and feet", shouting numbers to select the unlucky ones, and dancing in public.

No child had ever heard of these games.

But they clearly enjoyed it.

After finishing the game, before going back to the house to go to bed, everyone listened together to the teachers sitting on the bench in the middle of the yard, telling bedtime stories with great emotion. There was a different teacher every night. Monty was like most boys. , I like the teacher named Roy the most.

Roy would open his little notebook and tell fairy tales that were processed and slightly dark and scary.

The girls would blindfold their eyes, **** up their ears and scream in fright every time, while the boys would hold their chests up and raise their heads to surround them.

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At the end of each week, Gawain House will kindly give the children a day off.

It was a colorful day.

The fierce-looking bald teacher will teach them a little carpentry, using saws and files to cut wood from the nearby woods, and make some exquisite gadgets: windmills and wooden horses as certain wishes of the children. , or make chairs, stools and other furniture, and teach them to put together pocket houses using wooden boards.

The white-haired teacher will explain the structure of the training sword to some interested boys, and demonstrate fierce swordsmanship on the spot.

The teacher who looked like a burn patient would also take them to the woods to collect herbs and teach them how to dry them and process them appropriately.

Take them to catch beetles and butterflies in the bushes, and secretly observe small animals such as hares and roe deer.

Gradually, everyone got used to this scary-faced, hoarse-voiced, yet gentle and approachable teacher.

Started to smile at him and affectionately called him red-eyed teacher.

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Only when you lose something do you realize how valuable it is.

The orphans all had a tragic wandering experience. After the ordeal, their minds were generally more mature than those of their peers in normal families. They enjoyed the warm care of the Gaowen Home like family members, reading, literacy, free food, and laughter. back.

They are grateful, abide by the rules of the courtyard, and live in harmony with their companions.

But there are always exceptions to everything, and there are also small episodes in a fulfilling study life.

During a lunch, a nine-year-old boy named Chanem, one of the reserve demon hunter apprentices, and a dwarf farmer started pushing each other over a quarrel.

On the spot, the expressions of the eight demon hunters who were dining together changed drastically. Their wild-like vertical pupils flashed with cold light, and their expressions were as cold as if they wanted to kill someone.

A bone-chilling wind seemed to pass through the restaurant.

All the children were silent.

Chanem and the dwarf were frightened and cried.

After they were afraid that they would be beaten up by their teacher and kicked out of Gawain's house.

Roy, who had dark gold pupils, came up with a strange punishment method.

At the story meeting in the yard that night.

Chanem and the dwarf were forced to stand on a stool in front of everyone. The two faced each other like long-separated relatives, hugging each other passionately, blushing and squirming like two loaches. pinch, crooked.

In just ten minutes, the two children and everyone present, including Aunt Stacey who was cooking, were laughing.

But this strange method is quite effective.

From then on, Chanem and the dwarf became good friends who talked about everything.

The children looked at the bright smiling faces of their companions and felt inexplicably moved in their hearts.

It seems that there is an invisible thread, a big hand containing magic, closely connecting their fates in Gawain's house, under the unpredictable gaze of the demon hunter teacher.

This month, for Monty, Akamtom, Vicky, Chanem, Lloyd, Vicky... the twenty orphans, it was like entering a dream, an unwilling... A sweet dream to wake up to.

They spent the most fulfilling and happy time in their lives.

Nine demon hunters with completely different personalities: stern and rigid, affable, full of humor, or foul-mouthed, leaving an indelible impression on young minds.

They are like a family.

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On a silent night, the Milky Way outlined a band of varying widths in the dim sky.

The scattered starlight illuminated nine tall and tall figures in the yard.

Standing side by side under the row of wooden comb piles, looking at the sleeping little faces in the room through the window guardrail with glistening pupils, my heart became soft inexplicably.

Before this, the brotherhood members had little confidence. In just one month, they were able to find twenty children, although there were only five reserve demon hunter apprentices.

But it also exceeds the accumulation of any school of thought in the past decades.

"Boy, there's something wrong with your training method! There's a lack of iron and blood." A deep ravine formed between Seret's brows, and his low voice was strangely controlled within a narrow range.

"What we want to cultivate are demon hunters, not a group of young masters and young ladies. If we continue to teach like this, we will only produce roses in the greenhouse!"

"It's time for them to see the cruel reality and learn to eat the weak, instead of living in this isolated forest house and living a happier life than in heaven!"

"Man, are you jealous..." Oakes shook his head, with a complex expression on his face, "But I have to admit, these little guys laughed more times in a month than we did in Guswede when we were kids. The years of training add up to more.”

He sighed.

"Why didn't our teacher teach like this back then?"

The bald man next to him blinked, Gusweder was never a good place to be. For snake disciples, pain is at least ten times greater than pleasure.

"Cough, cough..." Lambert cleared his throat, "The training method of the 'Great Prophet' is indeed... unique. Are you sure you can teach useful talents like this?"

"The representative of His Excellency Gawain visited several times, his eyes were like paying homage to the 'saint', and he spent more than 500 crowns on these children in one month. There has never been an orphanage as generous and selfless as ours...cough Hey, although most of the money was paid by His Excellency Gawain."

"And I have carefully observed that every time these five apprentices, Carl, Akamtom, Monty, Lloyd, and Chanem smile like flowers, the arm holding the sword will tremble. ."

"I'm afraid that the more they laugh, the more psychological and physical flaws they will have, and their willpower will become weaker and weaker."

"It should be noted that worry and pain make people grow, and excessive happiness makes people relax their vigilance."

Cat Vulture, with his hands folded across his chest, was worried when he thought of the smile on his little apprentice's face recently.

He is not sure whether Carl's happiness can be maintained until the Green Grass Trial, or will the huge gap make him give up?

"Lambert, Lambert, confused and stupid," Geralt shook his head, with no worry or worry on his face. "When did you become a philosopher?"

"Who stipulates that apprentice witchers should be filled with pain and suffering and go to the trial of green grass?"

"I think what Roy did is right. After this month of happy education, at least these children have regarded the orphanage as their home and their companions as their relatives."

"Family, friendship, and happiness are also a profound bond that can help them share the pain of the trial of green grass."

"And I have communicated with Dandelion many times in the cabaret. The professor of child psychology at Oxenfurt University once told him that the happier the childhood, the stronger the character and the ability to withstand stress. Great ability!"

Serrit sneered at this statement,

"Happiness is a poison. The toxicity reaches its peak during the trial of green grass, accelerating them towards the end of life."

Kiayan and Eskar said nothing, thinking quietly.

"Okay, everyone, listen to me!" Roy waved his hand to stop the argument, walked around under the wooden pile, and glanced at Serrit, who was the most fiercely opposed. "You have ignored one thing. The important fact is that these children spent a long period of wandering life before coming to Gawain's home, and they have suffered enough."

"This indifferent society has deeply hurt them again!"

"Are we going to do it again?"

"If no one gives them a trace of pity, a trace of warmth and happiness when they need gentle comfort most..."

"Think carefully, how will they 'repay' this society in the future?!"

Roy's question was like a heavy hammer hitting the demon hunter's heart.

Everyone fell into silence.

The demon hunter joined the academy because of the law of accident, but he did not suffer the torture of wandering as a child.

The psychological distortion of the famous warlock Wigo is inseparable from the lonely and homeless wandering life in his childhood.

Roy insisted, "What we want to train are companions who can be united and worthy of being entrusted with our backs! We must make them feel happy and happy, and have a sense of identity and belonging to the orphanage and the group of demon hunters. At least at this stage."

"Training is a step-by-step process, and torture must not be inflicted recklessly to turn them into cynical and vengeful psychopaths!"

"And, Seret, you should have noticed that these children are very sensible."

"They are more mature than ordinary children, which means they have a greater chance of surviving the Trial of Green Grass!"

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"Okay, great prophet, you convinced me..." Cat Vulture suddenly spoke, "Don't let me down."

"Then we should follow the original plan and train the apprentices in a gentle way?" Seret asked.

"Yeah." A group of people nodded.

After a moment of silence.

"One question, should we train female apprentices?" Kaiyan asked, "The formula of the Cat School is not only applicable to males, but we are only training boys now."

"Wait a minute..." Lambert shook his head, "The formula of Guipai is too flawed."

"Which school's formula should the apprentice choose for the Trial of Grass?" Geralt raised a crucial question.

Due to a certain psychology, the Cat, Snake, and Wolf factions are more or less partial to their own recipes.

"Article 3 of the Brotherhood Terms is fairness and justice." Roy said, "When we find a cooperative warlock~IndoMTL.com~ let her analyze it, comprehensively consider various situations, and figure out which formula is easier to improve. The survival rate is higher, then make your decision."

Everyone nodded.

"Now, the orphanage has successfully passed its initial stage." Roy took a deep breath, "According to the original plan, it's time for me to leave and go to Kairak to convince Coral."

"I will leave tomorrow and go to Tritog, the capital of Redania, to wait for Aiden," Lambert continued, "I will try to bring him back within a month."

"Brothers Keyan and I went to the ruins of Etaye to look for the remaining blueprints of the Cat Faction and collect some mutants to prepare for future trials." Geralt said.

As for the affairs of the orphanage and Nuo City, the remaining five demon hunters will be responsible.

"Guys, come back soon!" Eskar and Leisuo pressed their rough and thick hands on the shoulders of the four of them one by one. "Don't let the children wait too long."

"I'm afraid they will cry if they can't see their favorite teachers."

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