The Divine Hunter Chapter 25: Our home!

"Your Excellency Orlov, Your Excellency Francis, Your Excellency Clifford, and several master witchers!"

"You have gathered in the suburbs with great efforts to prepare for a martial arts competition?"

"Create another Willie Manor ruins?"

No one said a word.

They haven't figured out the situation yet.

"I regret to inform you that your activities have to be terminated early."

Chapelle's metallic eyes turned to the demon hunter and said seriously, "Several masters, unfortunately, someone reported that you colluded with Mr. Olof to conduct harmful experiments in the orphanage and tortured innocent people. Wanderer!"

Gawain Samsa in the crowd paled slightly, the fear in his eyes flashed away, and he couldn't help but retreat behind the demon hunter.

It has been two years since he had a close encounter with the "chief of all evil" Chapelle.

The Sheriff's stern tone and cold eyes seemed different from what he remembered. Gawain Samsa could hear the sound of blood flowing and the inhuman wail just by looking at him.

But this action was very strange. The silverware on Chapelle's belt that never left his body was missing.

Gawain's expression changed and he fell into deep thought.

The several demon hunters glanced at the eternal flame guards surrounding the dwarves, beggars, and collectors. They bowed slightly, bluffed their arms, and quietly made the most convenient posture for attacking.

But then, Seret winked, "Don't get excited, guys... things are developing beyond expectations now, let's just wait and see."

"Think about the kids."

Several demon hunters couldn't help but relax.

"Your Excellency Chapelle, I think you have misunderstood..." The Beggar King took a step forward and said without being humble, "Before you arrived, Clifford and I were also deceived by an anonymous letter - the letter contained painful statements. The evil deeds of the witcher."

"We believe it is true and came to the orphanage to verify it."

"Is there any conclusion?" Schappeler asked.

"That's all nonsense! We inspected the entire orphanage and couldn't find any trace of evil experiments!"

"That's a slander and a prank! Someone is making fun of us!"

After a long silence, Chapelle raised his light eyebrows, and stepped into the guardrail of Gawain's House surrounded by three men and a priestess. More temple guards were guarding the outside, and they were with the three giants of Nuo City. people are wary of each other. "Your Excellencies, could you lend me your letter for review?"

Chapelle held two letters in his black leather-gloved hand and glanced through them roughly.

He took out the third letter from his arms.

After comparing, an unpleasant smile appeared on his face,

"Frances, Clifford, you should know the consequences of deceiving the eternal fire?"

Chapelle said semi-threateningly, "Even if the two of you have extraordinary identities, you must not tarnish the eternal flame with lies!"

"I guarantee it with my reputation as the King of the Corrupt Forest." The Beggar King said without changing his expression, "Everything I said is true!"

"I swear!" the butcher yelled angrily, "If you tell lies, I will cut out my own **** tongue!"

Chapelle nodded, then shook his head,

"The evil traces are hidden very deep. The two bosses are not professionals, so there may be some omissions!"

Suddenly waved his hand.

The temple guards outside the courtyard poured in like a tide,

The witchers looked at each other.

Chapelle opened his mouth and said,

"Master Witcher, if you wish to prove your innocence, please allow the temple guards to search the entire orphanage."

"Gather all the children together at the same time, I mean all the children! We have to question them one by one and check their bodies! Make sure they have not been abused!"

"Your Excellency, you must restrain your soldiers and don't let them destroy the facilities of Gawain's House!" Lei Suo's voice was as hoarse and low as a file, solemnly warning, "Don't scare the children!"

"Also, let me state in advance that there are two thieves who stole children in the toilet, and they should be handed over to the Sheriff!"

……

The sun rose to the center of the sky. In the past, the Gawain family enjoyed lunch time, but now there was silence.

The courtyard was crowded with people, as dense as busy worker ants in an anthill.

The surging crowd occupied every inch of space, entering and exiting around the five houses.

There were also a group of people bending down and groping around the flowers and cultivated fields outside the yard.

They put on a posture of digging deep into the ground, as if they would not stop until they found some underground secret room and corpses.

The chickens in the poultry pen were driven away and chattered.

Twenty children were called to the wall outside the classroom, and under the auspices of Vesemir, they lined up neatly in a square formation.

The little faces were gazing at the people passing back and forth, while they were nervously paying attention to their own little pets, but they were not afraid at all.

Shapelle crossed the crowd and walked directly to the child.

"How many masters, are all the children in the orphanage here?"

"There are twenty in total, and one of them is an apprentice brought by the witcher." The collector said from behind, not too far away, "I reported it to the city council a long time ago, and there are records. ."

"Well, that's right..."

A gentle smile appeared on his cold face, and he clapped his hands.

"Children, I am Schapel, the commander of the Eternal Flame, who specializes in protecting children from evildoers."

"Don't be afraid, I want to ask you a few questions...For the sake of your future life...please be sure to explain."

"We are not afraid!" a tall boy in the crowd shouted, "the teacher will protect us!"

"Stop, come one by one, and answer the adult's questions obediently. Only after we have asked the questions can we continue the class!" Vesemir said with a relaxed smile.

Shapelle glanced at the child who answered the question at the beginning and noticed his slightly pointed ears. He was a mixed-blood elf.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Arkhamtom."

Shapelle turned to face the six demon hunters, "Masters, can I take him over for questioning?"

"Don't worry, I will never touch him."

……

"Akatom?" In the corner of the yard, ten meters away from the crowd, Chapelle squatted down, raised the corner of his mouth, and forced a smile on his mean cheeks, "You also have it when you come to Gawain's House. It’s been nearly two months, right?”

"How do you feel? Life here, peers, teachers..."

"It couldn't be more comfortable!" Akamtom blurted out, "It's as good as heaven!"

Chapelle's face froze and his pupils shrank, "...please tell me specifically what it is that you like so much?"

"I have good food, good housing, kind teachers, and friends who take good care of me."

"Are you sure?" Chapelle's mouth twitched, "The teacher at the orphanage...the demon hunter, has never beaten or scolded you?"

"Never!" The boy raised his head and shouted with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, think about it slowly and recall carefully..." Chapelle lowered his voice and pointed at the endless stream of temple guards, "Don't worry about being heard by your teacher. Did you see these soldiers? They are all here to protect you. I swear, even if you tell the truth, the witcher will not dare to lay a finger on you!"

"No!" Akamtom's tone was extremely determined.

Chapelle tapped his temple with his index finger, and his metallic pupils looked up and down at this little boy who held his head high. He didn't look like an orphan at all. He was an elf hybrid who lived in an isolation area and was often bullied by humans.

On the contrary, he is like a fanatical believer in a certain church.

Look at that little red face.

Full of energy, with head held high.

He can guarantee that this little boy will eat more than a soldier in one meal.

"Did the witcher make you drink some weird herbs? Or swallow other things, rats or insects?!"

Akatom suddenly looked over with a look of contempt, as if he was some kind of pervert.

"Tsk tsk... little guy, you are quite strong-willed, next one!"

The second one…

A girl named Renee with pigtails and two missing front teeth looked at his smiling face. The freckles on her small face were swimming like tadpoles in a pond.

"Renee, be good, as long as you can tell me any of the abuses committed by Gawain House... I will take you to the eternal fire."

"The church will raise you up, and you will become a decent and noble priest of the eternal fire, the idol of the children, and the focus of everyone's attention." Schapelle's tone was gentle and persuasive.

"Everyone will respect you and love you!"

"Say it, as long as you tell the truth!"

"Huh?" The little girl clenched the corners of her clothes, with a rather embarrassed expression on her face, and said hesitantly, "But I can't make it up."

"Just tell the truth."

"I can't make up stories. The Gawain family has never abused us!" She clenched her pink fists and raised her stubborn face to emphasize.

The third...all the way to the twentieth,

The next question was unexpected.

None of the orphans in Gawain's House said a bad word about the orphanage.

There were even a few wolf-like boys who turned their faces towards the superior Sheriff.

Shapelle has never seen such a strange phenomenon.

In his memory, there was no one who was innocent in any orphanage. There were more or less child abuse behaviors, beating and scolding, or withholding food, and even more serious ones.

No way, in this era, it is no longer easy to have enough food. With so many mouths to feed, isn't it allowed to have a temper? But sometimes the orphanage operators have very bad tempers and characters.

The children will suffer misfortune.

Even in the orphanage of Eternal Fire, the priests were rigid, harsh and unhumane, and the food they provided was only enough to barely fill the children's stomachs.

Everyone is full of complaints.

But the situation in Gawain's house is completely different... The children's mental outlook is not like that of orphans... They seem to grow up in a happy and happy big family.

……

The questioning yielded no results, but the priestess who examined the children made a new discovery.

"Witchers, you keep saying that you have never abused children..." Chapelle asked angrily, "Then what are the bruises on their bodies!?"

The demon hunter didn't speak, but the butcher straightened the cock's comb head and spoke.

"Your Excellency Chapelle, this is not normal. Some orphans are naughty and mischievous because they lack education, and they are not allowed to clean them up? Then what do you do, treat them as masters?!"

"What Lord Clifford said is true," the Beggar King nodded while rubbing his golden seal ring. "The biological parents have the right to teach disobedient children. Now, as the guardians of orphans, the demon hunters also have the right to give them appropriate care. What’s more, these injuries are not serious.” The Beggar King glanced at Little Karl, who was unwilling to let the priestess take off his clothes.

There were sparse bruises on the boy's back and thighs, and some old injuries could also be seen.

The Beggar King pretended to say, "Even if you go to the city council court and hire a professional lawyer to litigate the case, the Witcher will win 100% of the time!"

The Sheriff rubbed his chin and fell into silence.

"Your Majesty Chapelle, it is clear that this is not a beating injury..." Seret greeted several demon hunters and explained, "This is the result of the children falling from the wooden stake during training, or Speaking of injuries caused by wooden swords, you should be able to see that only five children were injured."

"Children from ordinary families always need to learn a skill... If they learn a little swordsmanship, they can at least live as a mercenary in the future."

Chapelle glanced at the priestess, who nodded at him.

But he was not satisfied yet, and his cold eyes swept across a group of children.

He got to the bottom of it and said persistently,

"This matter has not yet been concluded and further examination is needed."

"Lord Sheriff!" A clear child's voice suddenly burst out from the crowd of children.

A girl with blond braids and picturesque features trotted out of the square, and stood in front of the demon hunter in front of everyone’s surprised eyes.

Stretch out your hands like a little hen spreading her wings to protect her calf.

Punching his lips tightly, his eyes flickered with fear, but soon turned to determination.

"Don't accuse teachers wrongly! They never abused me!"

"No one takes care of us as gently and considerately as they do." Vicky's face turned red, her slender and transparent index finger pointed at the tall and thin Sheriff, and growled at him,

"Teachers are my family, and the orphanage is my home!"

"You are not allowed to cause damage!"

The four reserve witcher apprentices headed by Monty rushed forward, their thin and small bodies blocked in front of the tall and majestic witcher like a mountain. Upon seeing this, Karl immediately broke away from the priestess's hand, and went with his friends They gathered together, glaring with anger, grinning like tiny white teeth, like angry lion cubs.

But it is no deterrent.

Then there are other boys and girls.

Twenty children from the orphanage rushed forward one after another.

Little hands held hands to form a human wall.

A dam of flesh and blood that is less than the height of an ordinary person's chest and is too fragile to be attacked.

Surround their teacher tightly.

Facing toward tall adults.

The heavily armed and armored Sheriff, and behind him were densely packed hundreds of temple guards and a surging crowd.

The innocent little faces are as tight as steel.

They shouted resolutely!

"Go away!"

"Don't destroy our home!"

"Don't hurt our loved ones!"

"I don't want to wander anymore!"

At this moment, the only sounds left in the courtyard were the sounds of children.

At this moment, twenty hearts were beating like never before.

The Sheriff stood there with a stiff face.

All the adults were speechless.

After a long silent confrontation.

Vesemir suddenly sighed, turned his face, and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Aiden opened his mouth slightly, took a few deep breaths, and his heart was up and down.

He never thought that one day he would be protected by a group of little carrot-headed children...

This feels really amazing.

Is this the Witcher Brotherhood?

Even the children we raise are so different.

"Little cubs, are your butts itchy again? Hide behind, the teacher doesn't need your protection!" A touch of emotion flashed in Lambert's eyes, but his face was fierce and his mouth was merciless, and he tried to hold the child to the behind.

But he didn’t dare to exert any effort.

"Don't even think about it!" The orphans retorted him more firmly than ever before.

The three people from the Snake Sect exchanged glances and were about to speak.

"Quiet!" Chapelle suddenly shouted, and the temple guard behind him pulled out his sword with a "swish".

The sharp steel sword reflected the sunlight and dazzled the eyes.

The dwarf held down the war hammer with both hands.

The witcher wrapped his arms around the child.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the field was tense.

"Put your sword away, you bastard!" Chapelle suddenly glared at the guard behind him, "The eternal fire gave you weapons, not to deal with innocent people and vulnerable groups!"

His metallic eyes slowly swept across the five demon hunters, the Collector, and the children in front of them who had fear in their eyes, trembling all over, but still stubbornly opened their hands~IndoMTL.com~ .

"Several masters, I know that you possess a kind of seal that controls people's hearts——"

He changed the topic and wiped the sweat from his forehead with emotion on his face,

"But this time, I believe you are innocent!"

"Demons and beasts cannot raise such brave and loyal children."

"It is even less possible to gain their true love."

"Your Excellency, the wise Sheriff, you have finally enlightened!" The butcher said loudly and firmly at this time, with blood vessels protruding from his neck and saliva flying everywhere, "We have already said that the letter was a slander. Throw dirty water on me!"

"Someone wants to sow discord between us, so that the demon hunter will be criticized by thousands of people, and everyone will betray us!"

"Who is it then?" Chapelle asked.

"I think you should meet a fat man."