God-level Demon Hunter

Sitting next to each other and looking at their posture, they are obviously close allies.

The bald man stroked a striking golden seal ring on his index finger, and looked at the other side with peaceful eyes.

Three strong and powerful demon hunters sat in a pile with the collector in a purple robe.

"Your Excellency Francis and Sir Cleaver, thank you both for being willing to take the risk to attend the meeting and have a frank dialogue with us at this time of confusion."

"Olof Beard!" The butcher called him by his first name unceremoniously, "Speak up quickly, and let go of your fart! My patience is limited, and I don't want to waste my time with people with different ideas!"

The Oakes brothers looked surprised.

The guy treated them very differently than last time.

Last time in the underground fighting arena, he still maintained basic politeness, at least on the surface, he was polite, neither humble nor overbearing, but this time his hostility seemed to be substantive.

The beggar king glanced around.

Many beggars in ragged clothes, hiding under the overpass, at the entrance of the alley, in a remote corner, cast their gazes here in response.

The Rotten Emperor, who always likes to calm things down and have a peaceful attitude, is also uncharacteristically, with a hint of sting in his words, "Cleaver has this kind of bad temper, which sometimes makes people hate him, but he looks the same."

"Collectors, there are a few more... I will call you masters at the end... I have a question, are you all the same?"

"Or is it one thing to publicize and whitewash in the Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall, and the actual words and deeds are another?"

"I haven't offended you two recently, have I?" Collector shrank his pupils, his face puzzled, "Master Demon Hunter didn't violate the peace agreement reached last time."

"Why do you two seem to have eaten gunpowder? Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

"Isn't it clear what you have done?" Cliff stroked his thick beard, not hiding the contempt on his face at all, "I don't think I am a good person, but I am not a villain who killed innocent people indiscriminately."

"I have my own bottom line. In my opinion, some businesses can be touched, and some businesses, as long as the people under my control, who dares to touch it, I will chop him up and feed them to the dogs!"

"I have done bad things," the Beggar King sighed, shaking his head, "but I can't do some beastly deeds."

"As long as you do it, you will go to hell and suffer all kinds of torture."

"What kind of business are you referring to?" Reso wiped his thick palms along the top of his head, "For the past two months, my brothers and I have been honestly staying in the suburbs to run an orphanage. Raising homeless street children .”

"Do you mean the work of the orphanage?"

"Very good! You admit it!" The butcher snorted suddenly.

"Should those children be allowed to fend for themselves." Serrit sarcastically said, "Otherwise, they are committing crimes?"

"Why was this kind act misunderstood by the two?"

The dwarf sat on the long bench, stroking the sharp edge of the butcher knife, and his hoarse voice was like sharpening a stone, "The group of children lost their parents and were homeless. They have suffered enough."

"Demon hunter, why do you want to stretch out your magic hand to them and make them suffer inhuman pain?"

The beggar king Francis paused while rubbing the finger of the ring, and continued, "It is well known that demon hunters use a trick called the law of accidents to abduct ordinary people's children."

"It's different from the random plot made up by the Nuocheng song and dance hall... The demon hunter took the children to remote and uninhabited places, and used them as material to conduct inhumane mutation experiments."

"Transform children into freaks with beast pupils and an unusual metabolism!"

"In the whole process, the experimenter will feel worse than death, and the survival rate is less than [-]%!"

"Demon hunter, do you dare to say that the establishment of the orphanage is purely out of good intentions, and not an evil attempt to create the same kind?!"

The three demon hunters from the Snake Sect exchanged glances. As expected, their actions were already noticed by the local snake.

But they have a clear conscience.

However, not everyone knows the survival rate of the Green Grass Trial so clearly.

"You are still not satisfied!" The butcher gave Gao Wen a sharp look, and continued, "You have hired Collector, a big man who is also obsessed with human experiments, and let him be your umbrella and collaborator! Doubly torture that A bunch of kids!"

"Your Excellency Olof, don't think that your past cruelty was perfectly covered up. You have so many innocent dead souls that you can fill a bathhouse!"

"We've also heard about your 'eye-opening' gore gallery."

"Things are so logical, the fanatics of human experiments and the demon hunters who are proficient in mutations hit it off!"

"Is it because of this reason that Your Excellency's attitude towards demon hunters has changed so drastically?"

The witcher and the collector suddenly realized.

The words of the beggar king and the butcher are not without reason.

If you don't know the inside story, misunderstandings may indeed occur-perverted collectors cooperate with demon hunters who like to kidnap children, and use orphans to conduct inhuman experiments.

"Both, I would like to ask, who told you these words?" Serrit asked, "Did it come from a city councilor named Sebastian?"

The witcher clearly caught a trace of bewilderment in the eyes of the two, as if they had never heard of this name.

"We don't know any MPs! In fact, it was an anonymous letter that reminded us of your evil plan!" Cliff shook his head, "And as long as anyone with eyes notices your recent Every move can be analyzed to the same degree!"

"This meeting can be regarded as just in time. His Excellency Francis and I are preparing to cancel the peace agreement reached with you!" The butcher shouted indignantly, and the dwarves behind him snorted heavily, showing a common hatred and hatred. "And I would like to remind everyone that from now on, you are not allowed to take action against the poor orphans of Novigrad!"

"Whether it's a human, an elf hybrid, or a dwarf."

"Otherwise, the bearded weapon is not a vegetarian!" Cliff blushed and took a step forward with a thick neck, and the dwarf behind him followed him.

"Your Excellency Clive, do you want to be with Alphonse Willie?" Oakes smiled at him.

The dwarf seemed to be strangled by the neck, his face froze, and he took a step back in an instant, his rough face covered with beards turned green and white for a while.

"Now, can you give us the two anonymous letters that deceived you, and I will refute them word by word for you!"

"I didn't bring it with me!" The cockscomb dangled on the butcher's head, and he was a little sullen.

"Back to the point, can you guys be honest, how far has the orphanage experiment progressed?" Francis asked, "How many children are left? How many children are still alive?"

"They're all alive..." Serrit raised his head, with a smile on his face, as if he ignored the repeated questioning, and didn't get angry at all.

"Don't be kidding me." The Beggar King raised his eyebrows, which were lighter than women's.

"This is not a joke! They are living a good life!" Oakes retorted, "It is much happier than the children begging under your hands, the children in the Eternal Flame Orphanage, and the children who were sold to Skelly by human traffickers!"

The beggar king's face froze.

"Your Excellency Francis, you won't believe empty words without proof." The bald man suggested, "Instead of convicting us here and listing all the unfounded charges, why don't you go to Gawain's House and have a look?"

"Ask the group of children yourself."

"Perverted demon hunters and collectors, have you mistreated them...using them to conduct cruel experiments."

"That's a good idea," the dwarf shook his head. "Go to your territory, and be taken over by you? No one will stop your atrocities from now on!"

"You can bring as many people as you can," suggested the collector, "we don't mind."

"Or, the two majestic gangsters are afraid of a dozen or so demon hunters?!"

"Go, go, whoever is afraid of whom! The big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

……

Meanwhile, Temple Island in Novigrad.

Outside the gate of the Temple of Eternal Fire.

A man looked left and right, and while the priestess in white robes was not paying attention, he stuffed a letter into the donation box, then bowed towards the eternal flame, and left as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 24 The real purpose

Laboratory under the Temple Island.

The trial of the flying lion monster has entered a critical stage.

Roy fell into a strange state after contracting the third Silent Virus.

Thick and viscous mist like oatmeal surged up, enveloping him in darkness where he could not see his fingers.

He entered a void where there was no sound and no light.

Hearing, smell, and most of the senses have lost their function, and even the existence of hands and feet cannot be felt, and even time has fallen into a standstill.

But his mind is clear, feeling the palpitating emptiness, a ray of inexplicable panic sprouts, thrives, and gradually overwhelms him.

In this boundless nothingness, his consciousness began to fall, fall.

Until a certain moment, he felt a warm touch again, like a mother's hand, patting his back.

A gentle whisper echoed in the soul.

Like a lighthouse, it illuminates the way forward for him.

He got rid of the long dream leading to the abyss.

Set foot on the path of light.

Rita Nieder, who was dressed in a long black dress, was sitting by the operating table, holding the hand of the witcher, her fingertips gliding over his palm, and intermittently speaking in a soft and melodious voice next to his ear , humming a melodious melody from time to time.

Roy's face was calm, his eyes were closed and he was motionless as if he was in deep sleep, but leech-like swollen blood vessels emerged from under the skin all over his body, and his appearance was weird and terrifying.

Occasionally, mountains and rivers will rise between the eyebrows, as if haunted by nightmares.

At this time, the sorceress will gently smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

Right at the feet of the two, the majestic griffin, covered in brown and yellow, licked Roy's face from time to time, uttering heart-shattering wailing, as if feeling the plight of its master.

"Gorfin, don't worry, trust your master, he can get through it, he can do it!"

She seemed to be talking to herself.

……

Surrounded by lush alder bushes, the quiet and peaceful Gawain House.

A group of unexpected guests ushered in today.

Hundreds of heavily armed dwarves carrying hammers, axes, and sharp swords, and a group of scruffy men with thin bodies like a row of bamboo poles, blocked the gate of the orphanage from left to right.

The butcher with cockscomb head swaying in the wind and the beggar king with benevolent eyebrows stood at the front of the crowd, looking around.

Inside the khaki-painted fence, five natural wooden houses stand side by side. Although they are not as tall and solid as the houses in the city, they are better than small and exquisite.

The colorful childlike graffiti on the wall is shining brightly in the sun.

All kinds of trinkets are ingeniously hung on the wooden shelves in the courtyard.

The breeze rushed in, the windmill kept turning, and the wind chimes jingled and sang softly.

What a peaceful and leisurely rural scene.

At the moment the empty courtyard is so clean that not a leaf can be found, the ground is flat, not at all like most country roads, full of mud, potholes, wet and sticky.

Evidently a lot of work had been done to restore it.

The two giants nodded. At least from the appearance, this orphanage is not bad, and there is no sign of harsh treatment of orphans.

Looking further, there is a row of strange wooden stakes standing in the corner of the courtyard. A group of children are sitting in front of the classroom—a few of them are curiously poking their heads in this direction. Erase and write.

The remaining five witchers and collectors stood shoulder to shoulder against the wall, their eyes vigilant, like guards.

Not just snake pie and cat pie the two had seen last time.

Two more unfamiliar faces.

"Masters, when did your team grow stronger again?" The butcher glanced at Lambert and Aiden with scars on their faces, "I remember last time it wasn't five witchers? They were Who?"

"Brothers of the cat faction..." Lei Suo crossed his arms, glanced at the "rabble" behind them, and said calmly, "The orphanage is short of manpower, so I invite these brothers to come and help."

"You should know that the life expectancy of demon hunters is not inferior to that of dwarves. Most of them can read and write and have good skills. They can not only serve as cultural teachers, but also protect the safety of children. There are many notorious demon hunters around Nuocheng. We have to guard against traffickers."

"What are the plum blossom stakes and the crossbar hanging from the tree used for?" The Beggar King looked at several people with sharp eyes. The cat pie's reputation is very bad, and he became more suspicious, "I've never seen such a thing before. Son, wouldn’t it be the instruments of torture that you use to torture children?”

"A kind of fitness equipment, which usually only appears in witcher schools, and it is not common in other places." Leso explained, "Run around them a few times, you can exercise your reaction, or you can jump from them one by one, Dodge the pendulum and work on your balance and reflexes."

"Tsk tsk, you guys can figure it out!" The butcher's eyes flashed a little, secretly thinking that the gang should also get such a pair, "Then what are the uses of these five houses?"

"From left to right are the newly built toilet, the kitchen and utility room, the boy's bedroom, the girl's bedroom, and the last one is the classroom. Vesemir is teaching the children."

Francis had complicated eyes.

More than 200 people were surrounding Gawain's House, but the demon hunters gave the orphans normal classes as if nothing had happened.

Not worried at all?

"Are there any other houses in the woods?"

"Sorry, are you disappointed that there is no laboratory?"

The two giants looked at each other.