God-level Demon Hunter

Full recovery will not cure baldness either, as baldness is not a negative effect after all.

"Suffering from baldness at a young age? Then it's a pity that you will not meet my aesthetic standards." Coral snorted lazily and said half-threateningly, "I have to do psychological construction and see if I can do it." Get used to your new look, or, hmm-"

"Don't move around like a rat! Sit still!"

"Hiss... cluck..."

5 minute later.

There was a young man with short hair and a twitching face in the laboratory. Under the strong request of the sorceress, he walked around the laboratory a few times with a face full of helplessness.

Rita Nieder admired it with her hands on her hips and made comments from time to time.

Subsequently.

The first step of the Flying Lion Monster's Green Grass Trial - the hormonal catalysis has officially started.

The female sorceress fluttered her fingers like a butterfly, chanting words, and an amber needle of ox hair rose into the air, piercing the heart of the witcher's chest in an instant.

An icy breath flowed through the whole body along with the beating blood in the heart.

The witcher trembled all over, his neck and cheeks were as red as blood, and his whole body was unbearably hot, as if there was a blazing stove in his lower abdomen, continuously sending huge heat to his limbs and bones.

He licked his chapped lips, and pushed towards the sorceress, his dark golden pupils seemed to spew out fire,

"Coral, what did you inject me with? Could it be the Mandrake extract? You must be responsible!"

"Adrenaline, I used it in the Temple of Meritelli, did you forget? But this time the dose has been increased." Rita Needle smiled, "You need a lot of exercise now!"

"Quick! Move!"

"I... can't control that much, I want to cooperate with two people to exercise." Panting heavily, Roy couldn't help but stepped forward and took the female sorcerer's hand.

10 minute later.

In the laboratory, there was a continuous dull counting sound.

"One thousand and one, one thousand and two..."

A man with a bare upper body showing smooth muscular lines like a sculpture, with his hands firmly on the ground, his body sinks and rises mechanically and regularly.

Sweat slid down the skin like a fountain, forming shallow puddles——

Roy did a standard push-up.

One by one.

And the sorceress sat contentedly on his back.

Under the light, her pretty face was shining with luster, her willow eyebrows were curved, and there was a smile at the corner of her mouth.

From time to time, cheer up and pat his beautiful inverted triangle muscles.

"Don't be lazy, don't stop until there are three thousand!"

Chapter 19 Interloper

In the afternoon of the rest day, the rare sunshine in winter shines through the gaps between the lush branches and leaves of the alder forest, casting mottled silhouettes on the ground.

This afternoon, the orphans of the Gawain House followed the Oakes brothers into the woods and started a happy harvest time.

Every child carries a bamboo basket, hums a melodious nursery rhyme, jumps and shuttles among the tall and short woods in search of treasures: picking young and petite shepherd’s purse from the barren field, dark green wrinkled Utah Vegetables, fresh and tender wild onions are dug out from the cracks in the stone.

And calendula, sage...

Occasionally, some surprises can be harvested, such as bird eggs on low branches, sweet and sour lantern fruits...the alfalfa collected for the teachers' cars Wirth, Rocky, Scorpion...

The dry air smelled of bark and earth.

Orphans have fun.

The two witchers were leaning against a tree on one left and one on the right, holding dogtail grass in their mouths, closing their eyes and dozing off leisurely, reminding them from time to time,

"Don't go far, kids, don't go far..."

……

Vicky broke the iron law set by the teacher. She secretly set off in the direction away from Gawain's house, bent and knelt and almost buried her head in the grass, and worked hard to pick marigolds.

She is No.1 in every exam in the class, and she completes all the tasks assigned by the teacher meticulously.

She was never as naughty and playful as other children—because Vicky didn't have any lofty ideals and ambitions, and her only hobby was to get the teacher's approval and praise.

I especially like the teachers touching the braided hair on the back of her head in front of the whole class, and praising her for her outstanding achievements in the culture class.

At times like this, Vicky's little heart would jump out of her chest with joy.

To get the compliment, she picks as many important herbs as she can, ignoring berries and wild greens and picking only herbs.

Thick grass covered the girl's petite body.

The little girl kept walking... I don't know how long it took, the movement around her became less and less. At a certain moment, when the tip of her nose was covered with crystal beads of sweat, she suddenly looked up——

She got into a completely unfamiliar forest, and there was no ghost in sight. The little friends, Oakes and Teacher Serritt were all left far behind.

The breeze blows through the forest, the branches, leaves and shrubs are rustling, and the still standing alder forest looks like a sealed demon and ghost, shooting piercing eyes at her from all directions.

Vicky shrank her neck.

Hugging the bamboo basket she was carrying in her arms, she hugged it tightly, her fingertips turned white from excessive force, and her breath chirped.

"I... I lost my way? Huh... Teacher Oakes, Teacher Serritt?!"

"Lena!"

"Renee!"

"Is anyone here?"

No one answered her shout.

"Calm down, calm down...Vicky!" The little girl wiped her nose and clenched her small fists in mid-air.

"How does the teacher usually teach? How to identify the direction in the woods?"

She regained her composure quickly.

Crouching down, checking the reflection of the trees with wide eyes, talking to himself tremblingly,

"Afternoon, afternoon, the shadow points to the east. The orphanage is due west...yes, this way..."

"I will definitely be able to go back, come on, Vicky!"

The little girl took a deep breath, and a trace of firmness flashed across her fair and delicate face. She walked with short legs and stomped small steps, controlling her breathing rhythm as if she were running every morning, and turned into a little squirrel running around in the forest.

However, she had just run less than 100 meters...Suddenly there was an "ouch" and she sat down on her buttocks.

Vicky covered her butt and pouted in aggrieved manner, her eyes were flushed and she was about to cry.

Without warning, a wall-like figure appeared in front of her.

At least 1.9 meters tall, twice as tall as Vicky, thin like a ghoul, wearing a dark cloak, exuding the smell of sweat and urine that has not been bathed for a long time, as well as the body odor of wild animals.

He turned his back to the sun, his cheeks hidden in the darkness.

Vicky vaguely saw a long horse face, bloodshot wet eyeballs in sunken black eye sockets, and bushy beard.

He grinned grimly.

Darkness and ferocity rushed towards his face.

"what--"

……

"Pfft——" Oakes spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth, patted the dirt between his fingers, and raised a gap between his brows, "Serrit, did you hear anything?"

"I have a bad feeling!"

"Kids, come closer!"

"Everyone is there, gather immediately!" Serrit raised his left arm suddenly and shouted, "Anyone who takes less than 30 seconds, everyone will cancel the dinner!"

"Ah! Ah! Don't think about it!"

"Come on, brothers and sisters! Don't let the teacher's scheme succeed!"

"Hurry up, little shortlegs! What are you dawdling about!"

Panting heavily with frightened faces, the orphans scrambled towards the two teachers and stood in front of them.

less than 20 seconds.

The chaotic boys and girls have already formed a neat square formation of four rows and five columns according to the strict training formation every morning, without a hand or a foot sticking out of the square formation.

But one child ran away with the boot.

A bare little foot stepped on the soft grass in the woods.

The crowd had no time to laugh at her.

The two pairs of amber eyes glanced roughly, and immediately found that there was a point missing in the phalanx.

"Who's not here?" Serrit's face was gloomy, and there was fury in his tone.

"Teacher, Vicky isn't here!" Monty suddenly raised his hand and shouted. Most of the reserve demon hunter apprentices regarded Vicky as a future wife candidate, and kept paying attention to the little girl.

"That's Vicky's place!" said Lena, the bare-footed girl, who was beyond embarrassment now.

Carl stamped anxiously on the spot, "Little Vicky lost her way?"

"Never let anything happen to my future bride!"

"Teacher, hurry up and give the order, everyone will search together!"

The children started to make noise, and Serrit yelled, "Little rabbits, shut up and stay where you are!"

"We are responsible for bringing her back!"

Serrit gave Oakes a look.

The latter rushed to the clearing in the forest where the children were playing in the blink of an eye. His eyes were as sharp as a predatory beast flickering. Looking around, interlaced colorful ribbons appeared in midair...

Represents different body odors.

Most of them end up in square formations.

But there is a solitary one that disappears deep in the grass, in the unknown woods.

Oakes whistled loudly.

In an instant, an eagle with thick gray-black feathers flew down from a tree trunk not far away, landed on Oakes' shoulder, and stood still.

The sharp claws stepped on his leather armor as if to say hello.

"Gorfin, Roy emphasized that you are a smart girl, you must understand me, right?"

"Cheep!"

"Follow me now, and help me track and lock the target later!"

"Chirp~chirp~"

Golfin flapped his wings instantly and flew out of the woods.

Hover into the sky.

And Oakes followed the ribbon, and his figure drilled into the woods like an electric drill!

……

"Pfft... pfft..."

"Pfft... pfft..."

A figure was shuttling at high speed in the alder forest.

The man has long hands and long feet, and his broad and flat soles stride three meters away in one step. The trunks that fell along the way, the roots that drilled out of the ground, and the soft and weak humus layer could not hinder him at all.

He was as agile as a gibbon swinging between branches and vines.

Wearing a black cloak is like flying.

He held a petite body in his arms.

Her blond hair was disheveled by the wind, her small face was pale, and her star pupils were half-closed.