The Divine Hunter Chapter 24: The real purpose

The laboratory under the temple island.

The flying lion monster trial has entered a critical stage.

Roy fell into a strange state after being infected with the third Silent Virus.

The thick and thick mist like oatmeal surged up, and darkness enveloped him.

He entered a void where there was no sound or light.

Hearing, smell, and most of the senses have lost their function. You can't even feel the existence of your hands and feet, and even time has stopped.

But his mind was awake, feeling the palpitating nothingness, and an inexplicable panic sprouted, growing stronger and gradually overwhelming him.

In this boundless nothingness, his consciousness began to sink, sink.

Until a certain moment, he felt the warm touch again, like a mother's hand, patting his back.

A gentle murmur echoes in the soul.

Like a beacon, it lights the way forward for him.

He escaped from the long dream leading to the abyss.

Take the path of light.

Rita Nieder, who was wearing a long black dress, sat beside the operating table. She held the Witcher's hand softly, her fingertips slid across his palm, and spoke intermittently in his ear with a soft and melodious voice. While talking, he hummed a melodious melody from time to time.

Roy's face was calm, his eyes closed and motionless, as if he was sleeping, except for the swollen blood vessels like leeches emerging from under his skin, which looked weird and terrifying.

Occasionally, mountains and rivers will bulge between the eyebrows, as if they are haunted by nightmares.

At this time, the sorceress would gently smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Right at the feet of the two of them, the majestic gryphon, which was covered in brown and yellow, licked Roy's face from time to time and let out a heart-stopping wail, as if it felt the owner's difficult predicament.

"Golfen, don't worry, trust your master, he can get through it, he can do it!"

She seemed to be saying to herself.

……

Surrounded by lush alder bushes, the quiet and peaceful Gawain House.

We have a group of uninvited guests today.

Hundreds of heavily armed dwarves carrying hammers, axes, and swords, a group of slovenly men as thin as a row of bamboo poles, blocked the gate of the orphanage from left to right.

The butcher with his cockscomb swaying in the wind and the beggar king with kind eyes stood at the front of the crowd, looking around.

Inside the fence painted in earthy yellow, five natural wooden houses stand next to each other. Although they are not as tall and sturdy as the houses in the city, they are more compact and exquisite.

The colorful childlike graffiti on the wall shines in the sunlight.

All kinds of trinkets are hung on the wooden shelves in the courtyard.

The breeze poured in, the windmill kept turning, and the wind chimes tinkled sweetly.

What a peaceful and leisurely countryside scene.

At this moment, the empty courtyard was so clean that not a single fallen leaf could be found. The ground was flat, unlike most country paths, which were covered in mud, wet and sticky with potholes.

It obviously took a lot of effort to repair it.

The two giants nodded. At least judging from the appearance, this orphanage is not bad, and there is no sign of treating the orphans harshly.

Looking further, there is a row of strange wooden stakes standing in the corner of the courtyard. A group of children are sitting in the classroom - a few of them are curiously poking their heads here, and an old-looking demon hunter is standing at the front of the classroom. Scratching and writing on the wooden board.

The remaining five demon hunters and collectors stood side by side against the wall, their eyes alert, like guards.

It's not just Snake Pie and Cat Pie that the two met last time.

There are two more unfamiliar faces.

"Masters, when did your team grow again?" The butcher glanced at Lambert and Aiden with scars on their faces with fear, "I remember there were not five demon hunters last time? Who are they?"

"Brothers from the Cat Faction..." Leisuo crossed his arms, glanced at the "rabble" behind them, and said calmly, "The orphanage lacks manpower, so please ask these brothers to come and help."

"You should know that the lifespan of witchers is not inferior to that of dwarves. Most of them can read and write and have good skills. They can serve as cultural teachers and protect the safety of children. There are many around Nuo City. Notorious human traffickers are out there, and we have to be on guard."

"What are the plum blossom stakes and the crossbars hanging on the trees used for?" The Beggar King looked at several people with sharp eyes. The Cat Faction had a bad reputation, which deepened his suspicion, "I have never seen it before This kind of thing isn't a torture device you use to torture your children, right?"

"A kind of fitness equipment that usually only appears in witcher schools and is not common elsewhere." Reso explained, "Run around them a few times to train your reactions, or you can take a stick from it. Jump around, dodge the pendulum, and practice your balance and reflexes."

"Tsk, tsk, you guys can figure it out!" A hint of emotion flashed in the butcher's eyes, and he secretly thought that the gang should also have such a look, "Then what are the uses of these five houses?"

"From left to right are the recently built toilet, the kitchen and utility room, the boy's bedroom, the girl's bedroom, and the last one is the classroom, where Vesemir is teaching the children."

Francis’ eyes were complicated.

More than two hundred people were surrounding Gawain's house, but the witcher continued to teach the orphans normally as if nothing had happened.

Are you not worried at all?

"Are there any other houses in the woods?"

"Sorry, are you disappointed that there is no laboratory?"

The two giants looked at each other.

"Can you turn around?" The Beggar King made an all-encompassing gesture.

"Invite yourself as you like..." the collector said, "but it's best for the two eldest brothers to stay outside. It's hard to explain why so many people suddenly burst in and frighten the children."

"That's right, I didn't think it through well..." the butcher said angrily to the men behind him, especially the one closest to him, "I'm talking about you, your eyes are as wide as a cow, who are you scaring!? ”

"Didn't you tell us to maintain our momentum even if we lose the battle?" A dwarf with a slicked back hair and a beer belly muttered, glancing at the demon hunter who was smiling but not smiling.

"Are you rushing to die? Get away!"

A group of ferocious dwarves immediately retreated ten meters away.

The Beggar King also gave up the order and then continued,

"Since you claim that this is just an ordinary orphanage, let's talk about it. How do you arrange life for the children in daily life?"

"You asked the right person," Oakes said boastfully, "We have formulated a strict work schedule and strive to cultivate orphans into talents useful to the entire society!"

"Okay," the demon hunter shrugged at the strange looks of the two people, "try to let them find a good job to support themselves in the future."

"Everyone gets up at six o'clock in the morning and exercises."

"The boy is training around the wooden stakes that the two were curious about just now; the girl is running around the yard."

"Girls also need to be trained?" The butcher stroked his brown beard.

In fact, most children from ordinary families have no concept of exercise at all.

They take care of the housework, feed the livestock and poultry, and clean the house, which is already a hard exercise.

Noble girls may hire teachers to learn swordsmanship and riding skills.

"There is no way, children from poor families cannot get sick, they must do proper physical exercise to maintain their health." Lambert said with a smile,

"After an hour and a half of exercise, everyone enjoyed breakfast together in the yard."

The dwarf interrupted again, his rough and hairy face unable to hide the look of suspicion, "Are you kidding me, preparing breakfast for a group of orphans?"

"Demon hunters do not abuse children, nor do they let them starve. After exercising, you must replenish your hungry stomach..." Leisuo looked as if he should take it for granted, "I promise on the reputation of the Snake Sect, At least when it comes to food, Gawain's House never treats its children badly."

"The food standard here is higher than that of the Eternal Fire Orphanage!" Lambert patted his chest and opened the kitchen door.

On an earthen base, there is a large iron pot.

The fat cook in an apron stood in front of the stove and stirred the spoon.

The fat **** swayed and hummed a cooking tune tunelessly.

The pot was steaming, meat, carrots, potatoes and other ingredients were tumbling in the milky white soup. The basket under the stove was filled with hard-boiled eggs and bread.

There are even freshly caught lobsters and crabs.

Cliff moved his huge rosacea, the appetizing aroma of garlic and the sour smell of lemon juice came over him, and his stomach began to growl in protest.

He was not embarrassed, and instinctively walked to the iron pot, and stretched his black hairy hand into the plate with crabs.

"Pah!" The fat cook waved her spoon and slapped him unceremoniously, her eyes widening like bells!

The dwarf boss immediately retracted his hairy hand as if it was being burned.

"Sir, if you are not full for breakfast, how about some eggs and bread?" Seret stood in front of the cook impartially, "We will have dinner together at noon. Feel how the children are tortured '?"

"Ahem, there's no need to eat." The butcher wiped the sweat from his hands on the black cotton-padded jacket on his belly. His originally stern tone became a little weaker unconsciously, and his attitude softened a little, "But the Gawain family's The food is really good, more abundant than the rest of our gang. Doesn’t it cost a lot of money?"

"You can never let your children go hungry."

"You are so willing to give up?" The Beggar King glanced at the demon hunters with squinted eyes, "Did he know that we are coming to 'visit' today, so he spent a lot of money to put on a good show?"

"Don't rush to conclusions, keep feeling the feelings."

"Let's go. Look at the bedrooms...the witcher and the boys share one. The cook and the girls share one.

"Sir Clifford, please don't show such contemptuous eyes, otherwise I'm afraid I can't help but let your head kiss your ass!"

"Remember! Being a witcher does not mean being a pedophile!"

The butcher turned his head.

"After breakfast, the children started to go to class...mainly learning northern common script until lunch time..."

Time flies in Reso's narrative.

The Butcher and the Beggar King listened to the day's schedule of the orphanage.

Sitting on the bench in the yard, they stared blankly at each other.

The arrogance and arrogance of coming to the door to ask questions at the beginning disappeared.

The butcher looked at everyone with a very strange look, as if he was looking at a lunatic, but also with a little admiration.

The voice of reason that had echoed in his mind for more than eighty years told him that what the witchers said was true - they had never abused orphans, nor had they forced children to undergo dangerous human experiments.

Especially when I saw those twenty lively little faces with a healthy blush.

He confirmed this.

The Beggar King sighed, "Witcher, Mr. Collector, what is your relationship with the prophet Lebioda?"

"Why do you ask?"

"If you don't believe in Lebioda, why do you want to learn to be a saint? Are you hopeless altruists?!" The Beggar King's tone revealed disbelief, but he was also surprisingly kind and friendly,

"The life you give these children is better than that of ordinary families in Nuo City."

"What kind of gifted children do you want to train them to be? Preparatory students at Oxenfurt University?"

The witchers smiled and changed the subject,

"So, Mr. Clifford and Francis, the misunderstanding between us has been eliminated, right? Do you want to talk to the children again, maybe they will give different answers?"

The butcher lowered his head in silence.

"It's not necessary... We are not blind and our brains are not bad." The Beggar King walked around the crowd and sighed, "But we made a wrong move and were misled by anonymous letters and preconceived ideas. , I have wronged you all."

The witcher didn't care, "That anonymous letter...can you give us a look?"

The Beggar King and the Butcher decisively took out a snow-white letter from their arms.

The five people gathered around the envelope and looked at it carefully, "Hmm...the handwriting on the two letters is the same..."

"The Witcher and Orlov teamed up to conduct evil experiments at Gawain's house in the suburbs..."

"The drugs used include mother's tears, black wort, aconite, belladonna and other highly toxic drugs... The survival rate of the experimenters is only 30%... Survivors will also be left with physical deformities and brain trauma sequelae."

The faces of the demon hunters gradually became serious,

"The writer didn't completely fabricate it...he got several ingredients right, but also got a few wrong, including belladonna and aconitum..." Seret muttered in a low voice.

"If the assistance of the spellcaster is not taken into account, the survival rate is surprisingly accurate." Lambert rubbed his temples and said rather distressedly, "He has special knowledge of demon hunters."

The collector shook the letter,

"Boss, how did you receive the letter in the first place?"

"Half a month ago, an unidentified guy donated a few crowns of money to a beggar under the overpass, and then asked him to hand the letter to me..." The Beggar King shook his head, "According to According to the brother’s description, the donor was completely covered from top to bottom. His appearance and body shape could not be seen.”

"Two weeks ago, my most trusted subordinate drank too much in the Spear Cave... After he sobered up, there was a letter next to him." The butcher said calmly, "After reading the letter, the boy thought the situation was urgent. It was handed over to me immediately. Later, I visited His Excellency Francis to unify our opinions and discuss the end of the peace agreement. I will never be complicit in the abuse of orphans."

"But it seems we have been reckless at the moment. I'm sorry, some masters..." He bent down in shame, his beard hanging to the ground. "We misunderstood the slander and insulted your integrity, and instead treated you as beasts with no bottom line."

This is the highest apology etiquette among dwarves.

"I'm ashamed to say that my spies are all over the streets and alleys of Nuocheng, but no one saw that guy hiding his head and tail." The Beggar King also bowed with apology in his eyes.

"Obviously the sender of the letter is definitely not an ordinary citizen." Leisuo guessed, with a slight curve in his mouth, "He has certain detection and counter-detection capabilities, and has a certain understanding of the demon hunters as a group."

"So you really don't know Congressman Sebastian?"

"I've never seen that guy before." The two gang bosses shook their heads at the same time.

Lambert glanced at Aiden, who was watching silently, and entered the toilet.

Pull out Jurgen and Fatty, who were **** and had rags stuffed in their mouths.

"Ugh... have mercy on me, Master, I was wrong..." The fat man's cheeks were swollen into pig's heads after being cooked several times, and he looked completely unrecognizable.

But the wailing sound was full of anger.

With tears streaming down his face, he knelt down in front of everyone and kept kowtowing, "Spare my life! I never dare to steal a child from an orphanage again, I never dare again!"

"Ugh... don't lock us in the toilet!"

"Say or not?"

"Ugh...I've finished talking!" The fat man raised his head with tears in his eyes, his tone was so humble that he almost kissed everyone's boots.

"Keep pretending, then perform!"

Aiden taped the tape over his mouth again.

"Let's see. These two guys colluded and planned to steal a child from the orphanage in the past half month...but we captured him alive." Seret analyzed, "And the time when the two Your Excellencies received the anonymous letter , also half a month ago."

"Both incidents are detrimental to the witcher!"

"It is by no means a simple coincidence."

"But I don't know them." The Beggar King said seriously, rubbing his golden seal ring.

"I've never seen this son of a **** before!" the butcher spat, and slapped the fat man with his big black-haired hand. The man's originally bruised cheeks swelled even more. "Bastard, tell me honestly, did you send this letter to intentionally mislead us?"

"Woo woo..."

"This guy is very tough-talking and keeps making up stories over and over again! But the person who sent the letter must have something to do with him!"

"Hmph! No matter who he is, you dare to do this to me. If I don't cut him into pieces, put him in sacks, and sink him in the harbor, I won't call him a butcher!"

"Calm down, Your Excellency. It's not the time to vent your anger yet." Seret glanced at the brother next to him.

They escorted the two prisoners back to the toilet.

"The top priority is that we have to find out the connection between the two incidents."

"I am sending you this letter to throw dirty water on the demon hunter's head."

"Tear apart the peace agreement reached between the three giants in Nuo City and us."

"Take a child away for——"

"But I don't understand." The beggar Wang Meifeng frowned and interrupted him calmly, "Since the guy behind this fat man wants to deal with several masters, why don't he directly report your actions to the Eternal Fire Church and the City Council? 'Crime'!"

"But instead of beating around the bush, sending anonymous letters to me and Clifford, the two gang bosses? We are not law enforcers."

"First of all, he wants to sow discord between you two and us, leaving the demon hunter alone and helpless."

"Secondly, Eternal Fire is an official organization, and evidence is required to convict people." Seret blurted out, "Yes...evidence!"

"For the sake of safety, give the witcher a fatal blow. He wants to steal the children from the orphanage and concoct a witness! To prove our crime of abusing children."

"When the time comes, even if it's fake, it will become real."

"We have reason but can't explain it ~IndoMTL.com~ Then everyone betrayed their relatives and their reputation was ruined!"

"Given by eternal fire——"

"Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta..."

Suddenly, thunderous footsteps came from the alder jungle of Gawain's house.

Everyone in the yard suddenly turned around.

A dense crowd appeared not far outside the courtyard and quickly moved toward the school, like rising tides sweeping in from all directions.

At least two hundred people.

They were dressed in black and wore fur hats.

In addition to the long sword that has not been unsheathed, there is also a barbed Lamia whip on his waist.

The leader was wearing a white tight-fitting top, his face was sickly pale, his cheeks had red spots, and his eyes reflected metallic luster.

It is none other than the Sheriff of Eternal Fire and the leader of the temple guards, His Excellency Chapelle!