The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Butcher

On the bumpy path in the village, two children, one large and one small, walked towards the house of Fletcher the Butcher in the north.

In Roy's impression, the butcher uncle seemed to be a distant relative of Susie. The two families occasionally moved around, so his idea might have a chance.

"Hmph! Cock Killer, look at your little arms and legs, they are as thin as sticks. Do you want to be my father's apprentice? Just stay at home and do your best!" Brandon sucked and slid. The translucent snot that reached his upper lip was said with great disdain.

Roy followed the boy. The boy was less than 4 inches (1.2 meters) tall, while he was almost 5 inches and 4 inches (about 1.6 meters). He looked down at the boy's watermelon head and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to flatten the boy's head. A bunch of naughty hair that was raised high, before Brandon turned his head back alertly, he retracted his hand as if nothing had happened.

Well, I feel comfortable now.

He had lived for eighteen years in his previous life, so he couldn’t argue with a little brat. He shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I am already a thirteen-year-old adult. Killing a chicken is no big deal. Only those who have never seen the kid in the market Only a kid would make such a fuss. Cock killer? It’s so ugly that you can’t imagine it.”

"A fool who can't even plow the land actually has the courage to kill a chicken with his own hands. All signs indicate that you are very likely to be possessed by the devil. I have to judge this slowly. However, I have not seen it. Going to the market?" Brandong wiped the snot from his mouth with his dirty chubby hands, and then wiped it clean with his white shirt skillfully.

As the child of a butcher, his family's financial situation is much better than that of most residents in the village. There is no shortage of meat, and the clothes are more glamorous. Although he is not very old, he is fawned over by several children of the same age. He has had a sense of superiority since he was a child. How can he resist ridicule?

"Mud-legs! My father once met Queen Meve of Lyria and Livia at the Winter Solstice Festival, and told me about the grand occasion every night. How dare you, a country bumpkin who has never been out of Kaye, Are you saying I haven’t seen the market?”

"Oh, I have to listen to your Uncle Fletcher bragging every night. Then did he tell you about juggling?" Roy observed the other person's expression calmly, and sure enough, when he heard the word "juggling" , Brandon's eyes immediately shone, and he spoke with saliva, his words full of envy and longing.

When Roy saw this, he felt calm. He suddenly stopped, raised his head and raised his chest and put on airs, "If you can help persuade Uncle Fletcher to accept me as an apprentice, then the great Lord Roy will ask Bran Dong shows off a miraculous trick."

"Cock killer, I'd better save the lies to deceive Uncle Tang Ji's baby. I won't be... fooled?" Brandon choked suddenly, his eyes widened and his mouth opened as wide as he could After stuffing an egg, caterpillar-like snot slid uncontrollably from his nostrils.

"Hiss...how did you do that." Right in front of him, under the bright sunshine, a stone in the palm of Roy's right hand disappeared without warning, as if it had been moved out of thin air to an invisible place.

The palms closed and opened again, and the stone reappeared.

"This is the trick I'm talking about." Roy was very satisfied with the little kid's performance. In fact, the pebble was lying quietly in the cubic space attached to the template. He only needed a thought to do it. Keep it nearby at will.

"I don't believe it, let me see it again!"

"Change props this time. Do you have any money on you?"

"Yes." Brandong would occasionally quietly steal some change from the butcher's father, and take his close friends in the village to the tavern to buy some dried fruits and try the sweet and sour fruit wine.

"Give it to me, just one crown!"

Brandon didn’t know whether he was really stupid or out of curiosity. He took out a yellow crown from his arms and threw it to Roy. Then he stretched his neck and watched the other person hold the crown and turn it downwards. , when the fist turned around and opened again, the crown disappeared without a trace.

"I always stay at home and stay shut, just to study magic. Now that I have succeeded in my research, I should let you see it."

Brandon searched Roy's body disbelievingly, but the latter's body was clean and there was no place to hide anything. At this moment, he had nothing to say and agreed to Roy's request.

"You teach me tricks, and I beg my father to accept you as my apprentice. This business is not a loss."

"There is one more thing, I solemnly warn you!" Seeing that the other party didn't mention it, Roy smiled and accepted the crown, and stressed, "Never call me **** killer again, and don't mention it in front of anyone."

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In the yard of the butcher's house, a middle-aged man with big muscles and a round waist was caressing an ox that had its limbs tied and hung upside down on a wooden frame. When he was about to cut it, he caught a glimpse of Roy and the two of them. He ignored Roy and roared at the little fat man with a straight face, "You brat, where are you wandering around? Tell me how many times you haven't reported to the village chief's house this month. It's a waste of my hard-earned money." Money! If you don’t know a few Chinese characters, what kind of bard do you want to be in the future? Just learn the craft from me!"

When Brandon's "ideal" was revealed to his face, his fat face turned red and he lowered his head. He is the son of a pig butcher, but he dreams of becoming a handsome and suave bard. If other people in the village find out, they won't laugh out loud.

In fact, in the entire Kaye Village, there are no more than three literate people, including the village chief, and 90% of the villagers need to pay for help to even write letters to relatives far away. Although Letcher is rich and powerful, he does not want his son to continue to be illiterate.

"Brandon, if you can get praise from the village chief, I will ask your Uncle Tom to drive you to Vengerburg to learn more. If you study well enough, dad, I will send you there even if I lose everything. Study at Oxenfurt University! Your mother thought so before she died, don’t let her down!"

When Roy first heard about Brandon's ideal of becoming a bard, he didn't think it was anything. When his father finished talking about his plan, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised. This guy actually has such a vision?

The job of a butcher can make a person's life very nourishing, but in terms of dignity and status, it is not as good as that of an educated person. Let alone going to university, as long as you can read and write the common script of the northern kingdom, you will have no worries about food and drink in the countryside. If you are lucky enough to work as a scribe in a big city, you will be more respected.

As for Oxenfurt University, which the butcher said, it is the best university in the world along with Nilfgaard Imperial Academy. Geralt's best friend Dandelion and confidante Shani both graduated from Oxenfurt.

"Don't underestimate country people." Roy looked back and forth between the butcher and his son.

Fletcher was intent on scolding his son, but still ignored him. "You bastard, why don't you get back into the house!" Brandon cast a look at Roy for help, and the latter immediately took a step forward and said, "Uncle Fletcher, I'm here today..."

The butcher waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him directly, "Little Roy, are you healed? I'll buy a piece of fresh meat later and go back to patch it up! Susie has been through a lot these days, so she's free Stay with her more!"

At this time, Brandon was thinking about learning magic, so he bit the bullet and said, "Fletcher, he wants to be your apprentice."

"Just him?" Fletcher glanced at Roy with squinting eyes and said unceremoniously, "Uncle is planning to recruit an apprentice, but you have never even cultivated the land. Can Susie agree to your coming?" Be my apprentice? Besides, you are too thin and you may not be able to handle an animal in half a day, so don’t come and mess with me. You can stay cool wherever you can!"

Although the work of killing pigs and sheep is dirty and tiring, it is a popular job. The knife is easy to use, and oil, water and kroner are indispensable. Fletcher previously wanted to pass this business on to his son so that he could live comfortably. But now, this kid has a better way out - learning common writing, so he no longer insists on it.

The weak Roy had already made up his mind to find a stable source of experience. How could he be scared away by this little difficulty? He clasped his fingers and said solemnly, "Uncle Fletcher, give me a chance and listen to me." Can you explain?"

The butcher nodded.

"Actually, I have already discussed it with Old Moore and Susie, and I have the final say on this matter." Roy paused, "You mentioned that being a butcher requires a physical body, which is certainly true. But this craft is more important. Technology and experience, and these can be accumulated slowly. Just like I know, according to your experience and technology, you can divide livestock neatly even if you close your eyes."

"Don't look at me as thin now, but I am young and energetic. I grow strong quickly and learn things quickly. As long as you are willing to teach me step by step, I promise that you will not be disappointed!" Roy gritted his teeth. Adding fuel to the fire, "If I don't work well during my apprenticeship, I don't want any wages! As long as you cut me a piece of meat occasionally."

After hearing this, the butcher grinned widely and said, "Little Roy is different from before. You used to be unable to hold back a word for a long time. Why have you become so talkative now? It seems that I am committing a crime by not accepting you. Same. For Susie's sake, I'll give you a chance. Do you dare to take action?" As he spoke, he stepped aside to reveal the big ox behind him.

"As long as you dare to send this big guy away with your own hands and hold back your nausea without vomiting it out, then I, Fletcher, will accept you as my apprentice."

He was sure that Roy, a half-grown boy who had never seen blood, would not dare to do anything.

Little did he know that the body of the young man in front of him had been forcibly stuffed with the soul of a young man from the earth in the age of the information explosion. What **** scene had he not seen on the screen?

Roy took the ox-ear sharp knife from the butcher's hand without changing his expression, walked straight to the big ox hanging upside down, turned around and said sincerely,

"Uncle Fletcher, to tell you the truth, I had a long dream after being hit by that horse a few days ago. After waking up from the dream, I decided to make some changes. I am a countryman and I don't know how to Farming, but you also have to learn a craft to support yourself and subsidize the family... Old Moore and Susie have taken care of me for more than ten years, and it's my turn to repay them."

The whole yard instantly became audible. Brandon's face turned pale and he held his breath. Although he was the son of a butcher, he had never done anything. Every time his father slaughtered livestock, he stayed far away. Cover your ears. The thin back in front of him, holding the ferocious cold blade, suddenly gave him a strange feeling.

Roy seems to be no longer the gentle and timid Roy he used to be.

As for Mr. Butcher, a trace of surprise flashed across his face full of shiny meat. Is this growing? They all know how to consider their families. Fletcher couldn't help but glance at the naughty guy next to him with a runny nose.

Could it be that if a person is hit by a horse, he will suddenly grow up and mature?

"Roy, you should see a bulge in the area near the cow's neck. That's what I just found. Use your knife to hit that bump and stab it accurately. The cow won't suffer much pain. ."

As soon as the former finished speaking, Roy narrowed his eyes.

He captured the feeling of killing a chicken.

With a steady wave of his hand, he made a clean, fierce and decisive blow. He moved his wrist forward to draw and retract the knife. The big ox opened its huge black eyes and looked at him, with two wet marks flowing out of its eyes. It mooed feebly twice, but it became silent without much struggle.

At the same time, the experience value in Roy's template has been increased to 7 points. ~IndoMTL.com~ Killing a big ox gave him a full 5 experience points.

The second drop of blood, the legendary vomiting, and the emotional agitation have yet to appear.

But there is a difference between killing a chicken and killing a cow. Roy didn't feel much joy in gaining experience points. Instead, he felt a touch of sadness and a little bit of fear.

When you kill a life, you can gain experience points. What is the principle?

How much experience will you get if you kill one person?

For personal templates, the only meaning of life is experience value?

How does the template determine the experience value for each type of life? The bigger the life, the higher it is? Or is it the strength of the vitality or the quality of the soul? Any other reason? Roy will have to get more kills to find out.

Countless questions appeared in his mind, and he was in a daze while holding the **** sharp knife.

At this time, the butcher smiled heartily and slapped him **** the shoulder. The huge force made Roy wake up.

"Good boy, do you really dare to do something? Even if you are hit by a horse, your courage will become stronger?! You will pass this time. If you don't mind being dirty and tired, come to my place and give it a try tomorrow morning before the sun comes up. , if you can hold on, let’s not talk about wages, you will be indispensable for oil and water.”

Fletcher is not young anymore, and his son is determined to learn general writing and is unwilling to take over his class, so he needs an assistant to help him. Although Roy is thin, he has seen him since he was a child. He is simple and honest, and knows how to repay his parents. Because of Susie, he has become somewhat related to him, so it seems good to cultivate him slowly.

"Uncle Fletcher, I will definitely be there on time!" Roy instantly broke away from sentimentality and his eyes became firm. He laughed slightly at himself, "If you don't have enough to eat and there are unknown threats, why pretend to pity a beef cow?" Roy put away his crocodile tears and tightened his grip on the sharp knife.