God-level Demon Hunter

"By the way, tomorrow I will send a cook and a liaison. If you need anything in the future, just ask the liaison!"

"There is another key question, what should the name of the orphanage be?" Lei Suo asked, Amber's pupils slowly swept across the crowd.

"Or Kaer Morhen?" Lambert said.

"This is an orphanage for all demon hunters, not a school!" Oakes sneered and shook his head.

"It can't be called the House of the Demon Hunters, and attract the enemy here." Escal said.

"How about calling it Gawain's House?" Roy looked at everyone.

"We do not operate the orphanage out of kindness, but His Excellency Gao Wen gave selflessly and did not expect anything in return. This kindness should be remembered!"

And as long as the teachers who teach the students are all demon hunters, the orphanage will be controlled by them, and the name doesn't matter too much.

Chapter 5 Monty's New Life

The wind was blowing from the sea to the land, and a thick dark cloud drifted across the sky, hovering directly above Novigrad.

In the civilian area to the south of Nuo City, there is a dark and cramped alley with walls covered with moss and sewage flowing across the ground.

A boy squatted in a corner, his thin body tightly huddled into a ball.

The cold winter morning wind howled through the narrow alley, blowing his sticky brown hair and the rags on his body with great force.

He was like a shivering little quail hiding in the reeds, his chapped and pale lips were tightly pressed, and a trace of fear flashed in his cornflower eyes.

Under the hunger and cold, the brain is unprecedentedly active.

He fell back into the imagination of the past.

He used to have a happy family. His parents were doing business in Noble City, and they made a living by selling a kind of spice brought from the Skellige Islands... the income of the people of Noble City exceeded 90.00%.

The family lived a warm and happy life.

Unfortunately, the ship returning from Skellige encountered a storm, and all the goods purchased by my father and all his assets sank into the boundless sea.

Then the nightmare began, one after another the creditors came to collect their debts, and took away expensive decorations, furniture, and valuable clothes.

In the end, even the houses in the business district were taken over by the dwarves of Vivaldi Bank to pay off their debts.

at no choice.

The frail and sickly mother rented a dilapidated small house in the slums and supported herself by helping people wash clothes.

She often suffers from insomnia and wipes her tears in the dead of night.

Long-term exposure to cold water and high-intensity labor caused her cough to rapidly deteriorate into pneumonia.

Because he had no money for treatment, he passed away within a year.

Monty will never forget the last scene—the mother lingers in front of the sickbed, holding his hand, her lips trembling but unable to make a sound, cold tears sliding down the bloodless withered cheeks.

Eight-year-old Monty started wandering the streets.

But in Nuocheng, even begging needs permission, and the group of beggars don't like his spoiled, embarrassing, boring gourd-like personality.

He was wheeled from street to street, fleeing like a stray puppy.

Those who disobeyed were beaten and kicked.

In desperation, he went to the eternal flame to beg for mercy.

During his father's life, the family donated a sum of money to the eternal flame every year, praying that the selfless flame will clear the darkness ahead.

Bring light and hope.

But now it seems that the donation has not played the slightest role.The priest of the Eternal Flame dismissed him hastily after only giving him a few meals of vegetable soup that was comparable to clear water.

Among a group of street children, only the luckiest few can stay in the church.

He wandered alone again, fainted from hunger, picking up vegetable leaves in the market, and digging food from the garbage dumps, but he couldn't hold on for three months.

……

"Crash..."

The rain was pouring down, gray rain falling on a dark and tattered canvas.

Monty tightened his body further.

The pupils dilated slightly, and the vision in front of him began to distort.

There are several images indistinctly appearing in my mind.

The corpse collector, wearing a thick black overcoat, loaded a skinny corpse with cornflower eyes onto a wheelbarrow and drove into the endless darkness.

After being separated for a long time, mother and father floated in mid-air not far away, and their almost transparent bodies hooked him.

"Father, mother... There are no kind-hearted people in the world, except you."

No one was willing to lend a helping hand to him.

"not even one!"

Tears of grief and indignation filled the corners of Monty's eyes, his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.

……

His body seemed to be floating in the sea, and the warm water wave was like a mother's caress, passing over his skin, washing away the tired, stained, freezing cold.

A ray of dawn emerged from the darkness.

The stupefied soul, like grabbing a life-saving straw, threw all its strength and rushed in towards the light!

"Son, are you awake?"

"Hmm... Where am I? What's wrong with me?" The pupils changed from diffuse to focused, and Monty no longer saw the stinky and dirty alleys and the howling sky.

It is a solid ceiling that is closed on all sides.

He could not remember how long it had been since he had been in a sheltered house.

The surrounding wooden walls exude a rotten and fermented smell, but there is not a speck of dust or cobwebs to be seen.

On the back, the tough and warm touch is definitely not the cold ground.

He was lying on a made bed.

"Child, you are unconscious in the alley." The low and gentle voice sounded again, and a completely unfamiliar face approached, "We brought you back."

The straight bridge of the nose and the vicissitudes of the cheeks.

A lightning-like scar runs vertically across the right cheek.

And his eyes, the amber vertical pupils, have no warmth at all, just like beasts!

Monty opened his mouth wide, instinctively wanting to exclaim.

Suddenly, a purple triangle charm was reflected in the pupil.

For a moment, he saw the thick lips on that face move, like a breeze blowing through the heart.

Fear and anxiety disappeared inexplicably.

The mood became quiet and peaceful, as if returning to the home I had left for a long time.

The same cheek with lightning scars from different-colored pupils was no longer hideous and frightening.

He suddenly realized something——

"You saved me?!"

"It's nothing more than a little effort... child," the big man squeezed out a smile on his stiff cheeks, "don't worry, you are safe now, your fever has subsided, are you hungry?"

The big man turned around as he spoke, and brought a bowl of steaming broth from the big cauldron on the dark table by the window to him.

The boy's nose moved, and the saliva in his mouth secreted uncontrollably.

He took the bowl and ate heartily.

Sweet carrots, soft potatoes, and meat.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten such delicious and delicious food.

For a long time, the moldy filth in the garbage dump was a luxury for him.

A large bowl of broth was devoured, not even a drop of soup remained.

Monty sat on the head of the bed, stroked his slightly protruding belly, let out a long and comfortable breath, and reluctantly licked the stains from the corners of his mouth.

You Zi stared at the big iron pot on the table without blinking.

But he didn't speak.

He is afraid of provoking the other party.

"You have been hungry for too long, you have to temporarily control your appetite, otherwise it will damage your body, I suggest you eat so much first."

"you……"

"Call me Escal."

"Escal, I... My name is Monty... Can you tell me, what is this place?"

Monty asked with a low eyebrow, his eyes were timid, afraid that this was a sweet dream, and any louder noise would break it.

"Gowin House, an orphanage." Before the man could answer, another voice came from behind him.

A group of men poured in from the open door: bald, with scars on their faces, and with the appearance of an albino... Surrounded him tightly

This group of people was much stronger than the sailors on deck he had seen with his father when he was very young, and had a unique temperament that was different from all Monty had ever seen.

Two pointed pommels protruded from behind his shoulders, which made him flustered inexplicably, and he shrank his shoulders.

There is a dark golden pupil in the center, the youngest looking man, but his eyes are the sharpest, like a falcon flapping its wings, hovering in the sky, overlooking the prey on the ground.

"Monty, welcome to Gawain's Home..." The young man put his hands on his hips and smiled gently, with stars shining in his eyes, "Congratulations at the same time, for becoming the first resident of this orphanage!"

The boy muttered these words in a daze, and suddenly his mouth shriveled. Not long ago, he was expelled by the eternal fire, but after being unconscious, he was easily admitted to the orphanage he dreamed of.

It was as if fate made a joke for him, and put a beheading sword behind his neck. Before the execution, the sharp blade was suddenly replaced with bread, and it was thoughtfully delivered to his mouth.

Under the mixed sorrow and joy.

The thin body sat on the head of the bed, rubbing his eyes and sobbing.

"Wuuu...why didn't you come earlier...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of

"Okay, little Monty, don't cry like a little girl, you're a man, aren't you?!"

"focus!"

Escalpu's huge fan-like palm pressed lightly on his shoulders, and he immediately sat up straight as if he was electrocuted, "Listen now, remember...these are the nannies and teachers of the Gawain House... "

"The one in the middle is Roy, and the big bald man next to him is Lei Suo..."

Monty looked at the big men timidly through his dimly teary eyes.

silent.

Joy to panic.

He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but he couldn't understand why this group of uncles and brothers who looked different from ordinary people would help him?

Picking up a dirty and smelly child from the trash to such a warm, clean place.

Aren't you afraid that he will stain the quilt?

And the witchers exchanged glances.

A man covered in a cloak and mask said softly,

"Little Monty, your fever has just subsided, and your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Rest in peace in your room today, wait until you recover, and start training tomorrow morning."

His pupils are like scarlet lightning, breathtaking.

"Can I stay in the room? Can I sleep on this bed?" Monty squeezed the soft quilt with surprise on his face.

"It doesn't matter how long you want to sleep..." The white-haired uncle sighed, and the light of memories flashed in the dark cat pupils. What kind of experience would make this child so sensitive, "Stay at ease, and take care of yourself." Make this your home."

"Then... teachers, what does training mean?"

"Reading and reading, exercising, and depending on your choice, you may also need to add farming and raising poultry and livestock. These are the daily items of the orphanage," Lambert stared at the boy who hesitated to speak with bright eyes Son, "what's the matter, child, you don't want to?"

"I...but I have no money, no money to study!" Monty seemed to think of something, and said timidly, he was born in a wealthy family, and he also knows some common sense.