The Divine Hunter Chapter 15: 1The beginning of everything

In the garden under the sun.

Three dandy boys are bullying an eight or nine-year-old thin boy with fluffy and slightly curly black hair, brown eyes, a high nose, red lips and white teeth.

The clothes are equally gorgeous, and maybe he is related to the bully.

The boy had a few red and swollen slap marks on his fair face. He sat dejectedly on the grass and was still being pushed and insulted by them.

Look up occasionally, and then continue to endure it silently.

"Look, your mother can't bear to look at this ugly face, so she throws away your swaddling clothes like trash!" A fat man with an upturned nose and a face full of freckles pinched it hard. On his chin, red marks appeared on the skin.

"You don't belong to the Burns family!" A boy with an arrogant face and a chin as sharp as an awl kicked him in the back, leaving a black shoe print on his white velvet coat." Your mother is a social butterfly who takes off her skirt when meeting people. She crossed with a ghoul from a grave and gave birth to you, a bastard!"

"Your father is not in our house, and you have no right to stay at home and eat and drink for free! From now on, you are not allowed to pretend to be pitiful in front of the aunts to win their sympathy!"

"You **** who has a mother but no father!" The girl in the princess dress stabbed his chest with her sharp nails, as if to pierce his heart, "Sooner or later I will kill you Get out! You should stay in the slums and be a beggar!"

"Ah!"

The girl felt her braid being pulled **** the back of her head. She puffed up her cheeks like a squirrel and turned her head angrily. A flash of purple light and fingers dancing like butterflies suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The two boys were hit closely, their pupils reflected the Yaksi Seal, and their expressions became stiff and dull.

A funny and weird scene was staged in the garden. Two men and one woman stood in a circle like puppets, slapping each other, and at first loudly counting the numbers with a blushing face.

"You, who are you?!"

The boy who was freed from the "nightmare" was surrounded by a tall shadow, a slender man wearing a black cloak and carrying two swords on his back.

Silver gray pupils are as bright as stars.

Keep him distracted.

"A lost 'tourist', you can call me Roy." The demon hunter knelt down and helped the boy up, patting the dirt off the boy's back considerately with his slender palms. "What about you, kid?"

"My, my name is Casillas Burns." The boy curled up like a frightened quail. At first he seemed very nervous and awkward, not knowing where to put his hands.

Until his brown eyes carefully looked at the mysterious visitor a few times, the sun shone from behind the boy and fell on Roy's face, making him look like the sun shining.

Two white jade-like sword hilts emerged from behind the shoulders, which dazzled the boy even more.

"Casillas, may I ask, where is this place and what time is it now?"

"Ah," the boy ruffled the curly hair on the back of his head in surprise, and replied like he was pouring beans, "Maribo City, 913 AD, the Germination Moon."

Roy's pupils froze.

So this is more than 350 years ago?

The mysterious fog took him to Maribo in the past, or was it an illusion?

"What's wrong with Olick and the others?" The boy turned his head and glanced at his companions who were still slapping each other, with a look of worry on his face,

The demon hunter shook his head, "Bullying the weak should be punished, but you don't have to worry, their faces will only be swollen for a few days... Then again, don't you hate them?"

"They don't understand anything. They are just three spoiled children. There is nothing worth worrying about. Besides, I should have been tested and tempered."

"What training are you talking about?"

Casillas widened his eyes and asked expectantly,

"Is Mr. Roy a knight? You came here to save me and punish the bad guys!?"

"You can think so."

Roy didn't lie, he was a serious man, a knight crowned by the Lady of the Lake and a knight on the shores of Lake Vizima.

"But why are you carrying two swords? Is this different from what is described in the story?"

"One hand is used to punish bad people who do evil, and the other is used to punish monsters that cause harm to the world."

The boy's eyes suddenly turned into stars, and he looked at the witcher with admiration.

"Do you admire knights?"

"I have no other hobbies and no friends. I just like to read stories about knights. I vowed to become one of them!" This child is a typical patient with knight fanaticism, with dirty little hands. He dug into his chest and took out a dusty thin-covered manual as if to offer a treasure. On the cover were written the words "A Guide to the Virtues of Chivalry, by Sir Matteo" written in the common northern script.

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think of Grimm who always talked about the Knight's Creed.

He took the book and opened a few pages at random. This old manual had been read countless times. The corners and spine of the book were all pulpy, and every page was filled with crooked tadpole-like notes. Notes, but still well preserved.

The boy grinned upon seeing this, showing his two missing front teeth. It was clear that he had been brutally bullied not long ago, but his smile was pure and sincere.

He said excitedly and happily,

"It is written in the book that knights roam around cities and countryside, performing chivalrous acts of justice, fighting injustices, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak! Through each trial, he proves his noble virtue to people!"

"Is Mr. Roy undergoing a trial of virtue?"

"This is indeed like a trial." The witcher said meaningfully.

"Then, you...can you give me a little guidance by the way?" Casillas held the "Knight's Guide to Virtues" in front of his chest with both hands, with a pious expression on his little face with red palm marks, " I want to truly become a knight."

"After being bullied and insulted like this, you still want to become a knight who does justice and helps others?" Roy asked curiously.

He couldn't understand why a child who had been abandoned by his mother, ignored by a bunch of fathers, and ruthlessly bullied by his cousins ​​had such a bright ideal.

"Because becoming a knight will gain everyone's approval!" Casillas' clear voice was strong, and his face was full of yearning. "No matter where you go, you will be welcomed, respected, and loved."

"As long as I become a knight, they..." He glanced at the children around him who were still slapping each other, a sourness surged in his nose, and his tone was a little choked, "They will no longer discriminate against me, Bully me."

Do you want to become a knight just to prove yourself?

The boy's eyes suddenly turned red with emotion and he clenched his fists.

"And I...I can also protect more poor people who are misunderstood, insulted for no reason, and in need of shelter."

"Amazing." Roy took a deep look at Casillas. This time, the boy bravely looked at him,

"To become a knight, you can't just read books. You need to exercise well." Roy squeezed his little arm, which was not much stronger than a bamboo pole. "Otherwise, you will fall down when the wind blows. How can you fight with bad guys?" ? And when you are bullied, you have to resist instead of just being beaten!"

"Can you teach me? I swear that I will keep training every day..." Those brown eyes burned with fighting spirit, "until I face my own trial!"

"Are you sure...wait, actually you have another more suitable choice..."

Roy's words fell to the ground.

The color of the world changes before my eyes.

The dissipating fog surged out from nowhere, flooding this beautiful garden and Casillas' high-spirited little face.

The environment became gray again.

"Alas..."

Roy's eyes flashed and his thoughts were like lightning.

To say that the scene just now was some kind of illusion, it was all too realistic!

What illusion is there that can communicate with intruders?

He still clearly remembered Idalan’s words.

You will find the answer only when you reach the end.

He continued walking deeper into the fog. As expected, soon, the bright light of the "lighthouse" reappeared, piercing the fog and guiding him in the direction, but this time there was only one lighthouse.

There is no other choice.

……

Under the gloomy sky, the cold wind blew through a narrow alley outside the busy city.

A young man with a handsome figure, wearing a knight-style jacket, with short black hair and slightly curly hair, blocked three gangsters with big muscles and round waists who were walking towards the alley.

"Return all protection fees immediately!" He held a nanmu stick, his young face was righteous, the Buddha shone with sacred golden light, and his magnetic voice exuded an indomitable momentum, "Everyone has paid the transaction tax! You have no qualifications and no reason to impose additional fees!"

"Hey! You illegitimate son of the Burns family, haven't you played enough games of house?" The bald man among them clenched his fists impatiently, "For the sake of your family, we spared you the first two times. You have one code!"

"Do you think we are weaklings who are easy to bully?" He bulged his biceps, which were almost twice as thick as the boy under his sleeveless jacket, and showed his pale gums to the boy, "Casillas Burns , this time if you don’t know how to be flattered and seek death again, I swear to help you!”

"That stupid young man?" asked a new man next to him, wearing a green turban and a hooked nose.

"That's right, a big fool who calls himself a knight's apprentice and brings the whole city into chaos." The dark-skinned man said sarcastically, "I've seen this guy at least ten times in the past two years. Covered in blood, lying in the middle of the road or in the gutter, unconscious."

"It's all the trouble caused by the nosy, but he... tsk tsk, he was beaten dozens of times! Not only is he not afraid, but he is getting more and more excited!"

"Are you a born imbecile or a mentally retarded masochist?" The bald man took out a wooden stick as long as a table leg from his waist. He tapped the stick lightly on his palm and took a step closer to the boy. "You can't Use your brain, think about it, open your eyes wide and take a look? No one in this place needs you to administer ridiculous justice."

"Even if you help them once, you won't get any thanks. Everyone is laughing at you, your cousins, your uncles, and aunts are all laughing at you behind your back. Do you know why? Because you Every foolish act will become a new topic of conversation in the tavern, bringing shame and disgrace to your loved ones! Do you know what the bards said about you?"

"You're a big fool of the Burns family. A group of fathers insist that no one recognizes you, but they are afraid that you are their descendant, so they reluctantly let you stay in the family and make a living." The bald man snorted meanly and jokingly. He sang a verse, "How good would it be to just eat and drink all the time? But I want to dream of being a knight that everyone admires!"

The dark-skinned man advised, "Even if you want to be a knight, you should spend most of your time training swordsmanship and finding horses to ride on, instead of wandering around the city and countryside all day long, minding your own business!"

Hooked Nose also asked curiously, "In order to protect a group of white-eyed wolves, you have made so many ridiculous and stupid sacrifices. Is it worth it?"

The young man stood in front of the three of them without giving an inch, took a deep breath and retorted in a deep voice,

"The core of a knight is not swordsmanship or riding skills, but the virtues of a knight! I didn't do enough and wasn't good enough, so I didn't get everyone's recognition!"

"No matter what your origin, as long as your faith is pious enough, you can become a knight!"

His face was glowing, as if he was self-motivated, and his tone gradually became louder,

"Pain is just a test of fate! In fact, the people I have helped have gained a better life, and the first person to recognize me has appeared. This is what I strive to practice. What chivalry is all about!"

A pretty face with black hair flying and full of gratitude appeared in front of his eyes.

"You are just three civilians working hard for food and clothing, but your efforts are in the wrong direction... Crime can never bring true happiness."

The brown eyes cast a sincere and pure gaze, and a clear and upright voice echoed throughout the alley,

"Return the looted property immediately, and I will do my best to help you get on the right path! I, Casillas Burns, swear in the name of the knight's apprentice!"

"I've had enough! Fuck you knight! Kill him!"

Three big men waved their wooden sticks and rushed towards them.

Shadows of people intertwined in the alley, a series of collisions and muffled groans erupted, and large amounts of sweat fell onto the dirty ground.

In the first round of contact, Casillas relied on his rich combat experience and continuous sword training to take the lead in destroying one of Hook Nose's legs with one strike.

After another ten seconds of being surrounded by three people’s fists, feet and sticks!

But after all, the boy's body is not fully developed and he has not received formal training, so it is difficult for him to defeat four hands with two fists.

Second round.

The boy was hit first with a stick in his right arm, and then with a kick in his stomach.

My body froze for a moment in severe pain.

The dark-skinned tattooed man took the opportunity to hit the side of his face with a wooden stick.

Dazzling blood gushed out of his forehead and dyed his vision red. His body lay face to face like a kite with its string broken.

Somewhere the invisible shackles suddenly shattered

A burning heat surged out from the limbs and bones.

Bang!

The bald man's arms were muscular, he held the wooden stick tightly with both hands, and hit the back of the boy's head hard from top to bottom.

"Whoosh"

The bowstring buzzed, and a white light passed through the air.

The lightning-like crossbow arrow pierced the bald man's waving arm, and the huge impact completely exploded his forearm muscles.

The sky was filled with shattered bones and scarlet muscles.

A black shadow jumped off the wall in the distance.

But don't wait for him to flash.

Boom!

A large red tongue of fire rose up from the side wall of the alley, licking the wall and the ground crazily, and instantly enveloped the three hooligans.

Amidst the shocking wailing, the three flame figures fell to the ground and rolled crazily.

But it was of no avail, the flames of magic were like gangrene attached to the bones.

The injured boy who fell to the ground was like a sun spewing out endless light and heat.

It filled the entire alley, walls rose up, and a ray of light illuminated the dark sky!

Three seconds later.

The flames all retracted into the naked young body whose clothes were burned.

Not far ahead, there were three barely humanoid figures lying side by side.

……

"Casillas, determined to become a knight...but is a powerful source of magic without training."

Roy stared at the illegitimate son who had grown from a boy into a teenager.

My pupils were empty, and I felt a little dazed for no reason.

Clear footsteps came from the alley.

A girl with a medicine basket, black hair tied into a ponytail, and a pretty face rushed in.

His eyes swept over the unconscious young man on the ground, his face turned pale in an instant, and he shouted for help while nervously holding him in his arms to examine him.

The expression looked like a pregnant girl who was worried about her lover.

Then the thick fog returned, cutting off all light around it, but this time it only lasted a few seconds.

An old and serious voice sounded from the fading fog.

……

"Casillas, do you know why your uncles and aunts invited me here?"

"Because I have the evil power of chaos hidden in my body, they are worried that I will not be able to control my power and hurt others."

"Let me correct you. Chaos energy is not inherently good or evil. What role it can play, whether it does good or evil, depends entirely on its operator."

The fog completely dissipated, and Roy came to a quiet garden.

An old man wearing a light blue mage robe with white beard and hair was standing in a pavilion in the middle of the garden talking to a young man with a sunny temperament.

"I want to be a knight, a recognized knight. I have been training alone for seven years, and I don't want to give up halfway!"

The old man with a broad forehead and deep eyes stroked his snow-white beard and smiled with satisfaction,

"You not only have first-class magic talent, but you also have a pure heart."

"No need to worry. ~IndoMTL.com~ The art of magic does not conflict with your ideals. And when the first landing occurred, our ancestors sailed across the ocean to the continent under our feet, and for the first time The first time magic was discovered and used was to make water gush out of the rocks near the landing site, so that the landing people who were about to die of thirst could drink... and saved countless lives."

"So, the original intention of magic is to save and educate the world."

"You mean that after learning from you, I can become a magic knight who saves the world?"

"With mastery of magic, you can not only act chivalrously and fight crime like a knight, but you can also solve the biggest threat to mankind at present, the various dangerous monsters brought about by the intersection of the heavens and the earth."

"What does the intersection of the celestial sphere mean?"

"You will understand later."

"Can I bring someone with me to listen?" A girl with black hair, a pretty face, and a medicine basket appeared in front of the young man's eyes.

The only person who recognizes himself.

"Of course there is no problem, but let me explain first that the qualifications for Chaos Energy are unique. If she can't learn it, don't be too disappointed."

"Then I am willing to learn magic from you!" The young man took two steps back and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Casillas Burns, once you start the magic course, you have to make a break with the past."

"What do you mean?"

"You have to have a new name... as a name in the world of magic." The old man paused and looked at his face with sharp eyes, "How about Arzu?"

"Teacher Cosimo, from today on, my name is Arzu!" The young man clenched his fists with a firm expression and a loud voice.

Roy walked out of the fog, and what he saw and heard gave him a strong sense of time and space confusion!

This time the scene did not disappear immediately.

He quickened his pace towards the two recorded creators of the witcher.