God-level Demon Hunter

As he spoke, he suddenly shook the skinned and cleaned rabbit in front of the griffin's head, allowing the breath of flesh and blood to ferment further.

"Goo-hoo-"

Unexpectedly, his actions had the opposite effect. The little guy seemed to be offended, opened his long beak in protest, and screamed strangely.

It became as if it was facing a formidable enemy, the gray mane around its neck exploded, its two arched hind legs supported its body, and it flapped its gray and white wings violently.

The iron cage was clanged.

"Relax, I just want to make a 'friend'." Roy took a step back helplessly and squatted down. "To show my sincerity, I have already buried your parents' remains so that they will not be desecrated by wild beasts."

"So, can't you give me some trust?"

Saying this, he threw the rabbit at the feet of the griffin.

But the other party didn't appreciate it, and slapped the food back with one paw, and slapped the iron cage with a haughty roar.

"Galal is really right. You are a vengeful and stubborn girl. It has been five days and you spend an hour a day, and you still think of me as a bad person." Roy shook his head and sighed, "Since you don't eat soft ones, then Can come hard!"

A gleam of blood suddenly flashed in the pupils of the demon hunter Dark Gold, and the body of Goerfin, who was showing off his might, softened instantly, fell to his feet, and entered the trembling state again.

"Huh... It's better to be intimidated..." Every time after being intimidated, Golfin would be docile for at least half an hour, and then revert to his old ways. This is the experience Roy summed up a few days ago.

The rabbit was placed before the griffin again.

This time it didn't dare to resist, and buried its head in the food in an orderly manner—the claws at the front of the wings clasped the food, and the long, pointed beak pecked at it, tearing off a piece of flesh with ease, and then tilted its head and swallowed it into the stomach .

A hand landed on the soft mane of Golfin's neck and slid back down its feline-smooth downy back to the tip of its tail.

It is very well-behaved, let it be petted, without showing any instinct to protect food.

"Well, the feeling of stroking a griffin is almost the same as stroking a cat."

Besides being more fulfilling.

Far more dangerous than cats, griffins are the apex predators in the animal kingdom, and it's wonderful to see them docile on the ground.

Roy rubbed it for a full quarter of an hour, making Golfin purr comfortably, and caught more than a dozen lice for him by the way... before he retracted his hand in satisfaction.

This is exactly his purpose, to let the other party gradually adapt to his contact, so that it will be convenient in the future...

He was also a little fortunate, because this griffin was still young, and moderate threats and temptations could still work. If it was an adult griffin, according to their haughty character, they would definitely rather die than obey.

"Well, let's do it like this, come to 'friendly exchanges' every day, and sooner or later, Golfein will be completely succumbed."

If it doesn't work, the conditions for forced domestication should also be met.

At that time, he will become the first witcher who can fly.

With a griffin mount, can he justifiably take over the griffin school?

Who dares to refute?Bring out the griffin!

After coaxing Golfin back into the cage, Roy left the tent, waving goodbye to the flattering Galal.

I never wanted to go halfway and ran into the rushing Oakes,

"Roy, stop dreaming about taming griffins, you're not familiar with them. It's time to get down to business!" Oakes' plain cheek flashed a trace of caution,

"After searching day and night, I finally found a clue to the man of destiny just now!"

"The family at No. 180 Tongshu Street in the south of the city has a daughter, Thelma, who has a deformed face. She has been locked in the house by her parents on weekdays, and she lives in secluded places."

Roy was taken aback. Isn't Ciri, the real man of destiny who attracted the Wild Hunt, still staying in the Sintra Palace?

Who can he find?

Could it be another Warlock Seed?

……

Bright sunlight on a cul-de-sac covered in shade.

"Whoosh..."

An eight or nine-year-old emaciated girl bent over and gasped for breath, her back pressed against the cold wall.

Her deformed and dirty little face was covered with blue bruises, and her expression was full of unwillingness and deep fear.

Soon, a group of boys of the same age forced her to the corner of an alley, gearing up, with viciousness and meanness rarely seen at this age.

"Monster, bastard, why don't you run away?!"

"My name is Thelma?" On the girl's abnormally swollen cheeks, a pair of big eyes filled with tears, "I'm not some monster or bastard. I'm just like everyone else, I'm human too!"

"Hey, ugly, I haven't caught you for more than two months. How dare you talk back!?" The fat boy in the lead suddenly grabbed the girl's straw-like withered hair, and with the other hand, Slapped her across the face.

In an instant, there was another bright red palm print on the girl's already ugly cheek, making her look even more ferocious.

"Monster, look at your face... You got knocked three hundred times by a horse's ass? How dare you come out to scare people when you're so ugly." The fat man spat at her,

"You're not a bastard? What do your parents do? Tell everyone!" As the fat man turned to his companion, the girl lowered her head and covered her face, and someone in the crowd responded cooperatively,

"Thelma's mother, a whore, and her father, a door-to-door manure collector, lol!"

Five or six boys laughed unscrupulously, and the silent girl clenched her fist tightly, gnashing her teeth so hard that she let it go.

"Tell the truth, Thelma, did your father pull you out of a cesspit, otherwise how could you be so ugly?"

"No!" This time, the girl couldn't help but yelled, she raised her head and glanced at the faces of the boys one by one, her eyes were full of resentment!

The fat man with big ears suddenly sneered, "Brothers, let's beat this ugly monster to death together!"

Before the group of boys could make a move, they suddenly felt their bodies lighten. Amidst the horrified screams, they were slapped against the wall one by one like a fly, and a huge blood bag appeared on their heads, without saying a word. Just passed out.

A series of strange voices made Jean hug her head tightly and prepare to be beaten. Thelma raised her head cautiously. She first saw the bear children lying on the ground like corpses, and then two people behind her broke into her sight. man with sword.

They have the straight eyes of a beast, and wear neat leather armor.

"You... who are you?" She asked in a daze,

"The one who helped you." Roy examined the bloated growth on the girl's face, pulled her up from the ground, and carefully patted the dust off her clothes.

The girl was curious and panicked, as nervous as a quail.Even though she was bullied by a few little kids before, she suddenly enjoyed the warm care of two strangers.

"Iron and the others... are they dead?"

"Don't worry, I just fainted temporarily. But I need to lie in bed for at least half a month to recover."

The girl heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and a gleam of joy flashed in her brown eyes.

"That..." Thelma withdrew her palm, shrunk her thin body back with dodge eyes, she was a little confused about the current situation, and said in a daze, "Thank you. I... I can Are you going home?"

"Sorry... I'm afraid I can't..."

In Oakes' gentle words, a flashing triangle suddenly flashed in front of the girl's eyes, and then she fell limply into the arms of the witcher.

"Ochs, is this considered kidnapping..." Roy picked up the fluffy little witch and walked out of the alleyway sneakily.

"It's better for us to kidnap her than to be kidnapped by the Wild Hunt!" Oakes said firmly.

"By the way, sorceresses had such a miserable childhood?" This is the second time Roy has seen the bullying scene in another world, exactly the same as Casca.At the same time, he also admired Oakes for being able to accurately find a Warlock Seed among tens of thousands of people in Sintra.

"Not all." Oakes explained, "Some female sorceresses have unbalanced magic power after birth, which affects their physical development in the long run, and their appearance becomes deformed and ugly. But the other part is lucky, and their magic power has been in a relatively balanced and stable state. They are completely unaffected and they can lead normal lives."

"Usually the former are the ones who become sorceresses, because they have no choice. Only by becoming a sorceress can they escape the tragic fate of being discriminated against and being tortured by out-of-control magic power. But most parents are unwilling to send them to the magic academy, because so It can't do any good."

"It seems that most sorceresses are ugly ducklings..." Roy sighed.

"It doesn't matter whether she is beautiful or ugly," Oakes patted his shoulder earnestly, "as long as the job is good."

"..."

"When you have a sorceress as a concubine, you'll understand their beauty."

"Wait! You mean, you dated a sorceress."

"Of course, female sorcerers have different tastes from noble women..." Oakes' amber pupils flickered with confusion, and he began to recall again, "That was more than ten years ago, in Nilfgaard..."

……

When the two carried the petite Thelma back to the witcher's lair and met with everyone, three big men and one boy stared at the little girl on the sofa with piercing eyes.

"What to do with her?"

"Let's talk about something else first." Lei Suo's face suddenly turned serious, his hands crossed his chest, and his face became serious.

"Little ghost, shouldn't you explain, when did you have a relationship with the royal family of Sintra? I just received the news that starting this morning, the palace sent people to look for a demon hunter... Dark gold pupils, fifteen six Years old, who else but you?"

"Huh? What's the matter, the royal family of Cintra is looking for me?" A look of surprise flashed across Roy's face, and he racked his brains but couldn't think of any reason, "I'm taking care of that lion cub at other times except for training." Eagle! How can I contact the palace when I have time?"

"Ochs can testify!"

"That's right, I've been watching him all the time!" The hooded witcher still had a playful smile on his face, not taking it seriously at all.

"Then no matter what the reason is..." the bald man said, "Since the royal family summoned you, go and have a look, maybe you can make some money, and tell us when you come back."

Chapter 10 Entering the Palace

"Why does this kid have to go to the palace? Could he have discovered our secret operation?" Serritt said, looking at Roy's back, "After entering the palace, I revealed it to that old bitch Calanthe..."

"Serrit, don't always be so dark in your heart," Oakes interrupted the brother's speculation unceremoniously, "it is because of this suspicious and suspicious temper that women keep you away. What's more, before he came to Sintra, our The operation has been terminated."

"In short, Roy is one of his own, so give him more trust!"

"Stop arguing." Lei Suo said in a low voice, "If your previous actions revealed flaws, you should have been surrounded by soldiers long ago. Instead of sending people to look for this brat."

"The specific reason, I guess what is the entrustment... Nobles, royal families, guys with high eyes and stinky eyes, like the appearance of little ghosts."

"Let's discuss more urgent matters," Leto turned his gaze to the room, where the thin girl was still lying motionless on the sofa. "This child may be the target of the wild hunt. Of course, there is only such a possibility. How should we deal with her?"

"Why not—" Serritt turned his palm into a knife, and made a downward gesture to wipe his throat, "Even if it is a possibility, the Wild Hunt must not let her get it!"

"I said you're enough," Oakes put his hands on his hips and widened his eyes. "Shouting and killing a poor little girl, do you really think you're a mutant killer, inhumane?!"

"Then you have an idea!"

"Send her to Arethusa, and hand her over to a sorceress to teach!" Oakes plausibly said, "The Academy of Magic is no better than the decaying Geswald. If the Wild Hunt dares to invade Arethusa, it is estimated that it will not be able to take half a step into the academy. It will be blasted to pieces by the group of fully armed sorceresses with overwhelming magic."

"Good idea!" Serrit's eyes lit up, "This will make them bite the dog. Let's just wait and watch the show."

"Well, but first we have to ask her for her own opinion..." Lei Suo turned his gaze to the figure on the sofa, her shoulders were trembling with a very slight arc. "Thelma, I know you're awake..."

The three demon hunters approached the girl aggressively like beasts. She felt the terrifying aura coming towards her face, her breathing became short of breath, her body curled up more and more, and the thick eyelashes between her closed eyes began to tremble.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you..." Lei Suo stopped in front of her, "Do you still remember what you have experienced before?"

"I guess this is not the first time, maybe you can't remember how many times - a group of people unscrupulously despise your origin, insult your appearance, beat your body... You have lived such a painful life How long has it been?"

The girl suddenly held her breath.

The witcher said in a very bewitching tone, "If there is a chance for you to change your face, change from an ugly duckling to a white swan with enviable beauty, and master the power to punish and take revenge on those despicable people, would you ?"

"Are you devils, want to take my soul?"

Thelma quietly opened her eyes, with a trace of fear in her pupils and a deep desire,

"I...what do I need to pay?"

……

The sky was clear, and the dazzling sunlight coated the magnificent castle with a golden coat.

Roy stood in front of the main entrance of the Sintra Palace and took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood, then walked towards the soldiers holding halberds in front of the gate.

"Are you the guy the queen summoned?" The soldier looked him from head to toe through the gap in the helmet, his eyes flicked over the slightly childish face, the dark golden pupils, and the tall and straight figure.

"Roy, demon hunters of the Viper School, you are too young... Didn't you say that you all carry swords, where are your weapons?"

"Can you still carry weapons when you enter the palace?"

The guards searched him carefully again, and after confirming that there were no hidden dangerous items, he asked four soldiers to accompany him to move on.

The gate of the castle was twenty feet high, and it was pushed open by two soldiers. Behind the gate was the castle hall, which was terribly spacious.

A luxurious red carpet was laid in the middle of the corridor, and the witcher followed the soldiers at a slow pace.

On the gray walls on both sides of him are hung a series of precious oil paintings and specimens of wild animals such as deer, tigers, and crocodiles. Near the wall, there are huge vases and armor booths.The windows almost reaching the ceiling are painted with light-colored, elegant and dignified patterns.

Of course, there are also doors. The wooden doors on the wall lead to nowhere, so many that it makes one's scalp tingle.From time to time, servants with expensive utensils and some well-dressed nobles came in and out of the door.

The whole castle is like a maze, and it is easy to get lost if you are not an acquaintance.

Roy followed the soldiers leading the way, turning a little restlessly. After an unknown period of time, his vision suddenly opened up after passing a door, but he entered the open-air garden in the center of the castle from the slightly claustrophobic interior of the castle.

"Could you please tell me what your Royal Highness is calling me for?"