God-level Demon Hunter

"Can you turn around?" The Beggar King made an all-encompassing gesture.

"Please feel free..." The Collector said, "But the brothers of the two elder brothers had better stay outside. It would be hard to explain why so many people broke in suddenly and frightened the children."

"That's right, I didn't think carefully..." the butcher said angrily to the subordinates behind him, especially the one closest to him, "I'm talking about you, your eyes are staring like a cow, who are you scaring!?"

"Didn't you tell us to lose the battle and maintain our momentum?" A dwarf with a back comb and a beer belly muttered, and glanced at the witcher who was smiling but not smiling.

"The momentum of rushing to die? Don't get out of here!"

A group of ferocious dwarves immediately retreated ten meters away.

The beggar king also dropped the order, and then continued,

"Since you claim that this is just an ordinary orphanage, let's talk about it. How do you arrange life for the children?"

"You are asking the right person." Oakes said ostentatiously, "We have established a strict schedule, trying to train orphans to be useful to the whole society!"

"Alright," the demon hunter shrugged his shoulders under the strange eyes of the two, "try to let them find a good job to support themselves in the future."

"Get up at six o'clock in the morning and exercise."

"The boy trained around the two curious stakes just now; the girl ran around the yard."

"Girls also need to be trained?" The butcher stroked his brown beard.

In fact, most children from ordinary families have no concept of exercise at all.

They do housework, feed livestock and poultry, and clean up, which is already a hard exercise.

Aristocratic girls may hire teachers to learn fencing and riding.

"No way, children from poor families can't get sick, so they have to take proper physical exercise to maintain their health." Lambert said with a smile,

"After an hour and a half of exercise, everyone enjoys breakfast in the yard together."

The dwarf interrupted again, his big rough and hairy face couldn't hide the suspicious look, "Are you kidding me, preparing breakfast for a group of orphans?"

"Demon hunters don't abuse children, and they won't let them starve. After exercising, they must supplement their nutrition..." Lei Suo looked as if it should be taken for granted, "I guarantee with the reputation of the Snake Sect, at least In terms of food, Gawain House never treats children badly."

"The standard of food here is higher than that of the orphanage in Eternal Flame!" Lambert patted his chest and pushed open the door of the kitchen.

On an earthen base, there is a large iron pot.

A fat cook in an apron stood at the hearth stirring a spoon.

Fat buttocks dangling, humming culinary tunes in tune.

The pot was gurgling and steaming, meat pieces, carrots, potatoes and other ingredients were rolling in the milky white soup, and the baskets under the stove were filled with hard-boiled eggs and bread.

There are even fresh lobsters and crabs that have just been caught.

Cleaver moved his huge rosacea, and the sour smell of garlic and lemon juice wafted over his index finger, and his stomach began to growl in protest.

He wasn't embarrassed either, and instinctively walked to the iron pot, stretching his black-haired hands into the crab plate.

"Crack!" The fat cook whipped him unceremoniously with a spoon, her eyes were as wide as copper bells!

The dwarf boss immediately withdrew his hairy hand as if being burned.

"Your Excellency, if you haven't had enough for breakfast, how about some eggs and bread?" Serrit stood in front of the cook impartially, "We can eat together after noon. Feel how the children are 'tortured'? "

"Ahem, you don't have to eat." The butcher wiped the sweat from his hands on the black padded jacket on his belly, his original stern tone unknowingly weakened a bit, and his attitude softened a little, "But the food at Gawain's House is really good. , it’s richer than the brothers in our gang. Doesn’t it cost a lot of money?”

"You can't let your child go hungry."

"You guys are so willing?" The Beggar King squinted his eyes and glanced at the crowd of demon hunters, "Could it be possible that you knew we were going to 'visit' today, so you put on a good show with all your money?"

"Don't jump to conclusions, keep feeling the feelings."

"Come on. Look at the bedrooms... the witcher shares with the boys. The cook shares with the girls."

"Your Excellency Cliff, please don't show such disdainful eyes, otherwise I'm afraid I can't help but let your head-kiss your ass!"

"Remember! A witcher is not equal to a pedophile!"

The butcher turned his head in embarrassment.

"After breakfast, the children start their classes...mainly learning the common characters in the north until lunch time..."

Time flies in Letho's narrative.

The butcher and the beggar king listened to the daily schedule of the orphanage.

Sitting on the bench in the yard, they stared blankly at each other.

At the beginning, the arrogance and arrogance of visiting the door to inquire about the crime disappeared.

The butcher looked at everyone with extremely strange eyes, as if he was looking at a psychopath, and with a little admiration.

The voice of reason echoed in his head for more than 80 years told him that what the witchers said was true—they had never abused orphans, let alone forced children to undergo dangerous human experiments.

Especially seeing those twenty lively little faces with a healthy blush.

He confirmed it even more.

The Beggar King sighed, "Demon Hunter, Lord Collector, what do you have to do with Prophet Lebioda?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Don't believe in Lebioda, why do you want to learn to be a saint? Are you hopeless altruists?!" The beggar king's tone was unbelievable, but surprisingly kind and friendly,

"The life you give these children is better than ordinary families in Nuocheng."

"What kind of gifted children do you want to train them into? Reserve students at Oxenfurt University?"

The witchers smiled and changed the subject.

"So, Mr. Cleaver and Mr. Francis, the misunderstanding between us has been resolved? Should we talk to the children again, maybe they will give a different answer?"

The butcher lowered his head in silence.

"It's not necessary...our eyes are not blind, and our brains are not bad." The Beggar King walked around the crowd and sighed, "But we made a bad move, misled by anonymous letters, and preconceived ideas, and we were wronged Everyone."

The demon hunter didn't care either, "That anonymous letter...can you have a look at it for us?"

The Beggar King and the Butcher decisively took out a snow-white letter from their pockets.

The five people looked at the envelope carefully, "Well...the two letters have the same handwriting..."

"The demon hunter and Orlof teamed up to use orphans to carry out evil experiments at Gawain's House in the suburbs..."

"The drugs used include mother's tears, black wort juice, aconitum, belladonna and other highly toxic drugs... The survival rate of the experimenters is only [-]%... Surviving will also leave body deformities and sequelae of brain trauma."

The faces of the witchers gradually became serious.

"The writer of the letter didn't completely fabricate it... He said some ingredients were right, but he also said some wrong ones, including belladonna and aconitum..." Serrit muttered softly.

"If you don't consider the caster's assistance, the survival rate is surprisingly accurate." Lambert rubbed his temples, and said rather distressedly, "He knows demon hunters specifically."

The collector shook the letter,

"You two, how did you receive the letter?"

"Half a month ago, an unidentified guy donated a few crowns of 'huge money' to a beggar under the overpass, and then asked him to hand over the letter to me..." Beggar King shook his head, "According to that According to the brother’s description, the donor’s whole body is completely covered. It’s impossible to see his face and body shape.”

"Two weeks ago, my most trusted subordinate drank too much wine in the spear cave... After waking up, there was an extra letter beside me." I gave it to me. Later, I visited His Excellency Francis and agreed to discuss the end of the peace agreement. I will definitely not join hands with those who abuse orphans."

"But it looks like we've been reckless at the moment. I'm sorry, masters..." He bent over in shame, his beard hanging to the ground. "We misunderstood the slander, insulted everyone's integrity, and instead treated you as animals with no bottom line."

This is the highest apology etiquette for dwarves.

"I'm ashamed to say that my eyeliner is all over the streets and alleys of Nuocheng, but no one has seen that guy who hides his head and shows his tail." The Beggar King also apologized.

"Obviously, the sender is definitely not an ordinary citizen." Lei Suo guessed, "He has certain detection and counter-detection capabilities, and he has a certain understanding of the group of demon hunters."

"So the two really don't know Senator Sebastian?"

"I've never seen that guy before." The two gang bosses shook their heads at the same time.

Lambert winked at Aiden, who was watching silently, and went into the toilet.

Pulled out Jurgen and the fat man, who were tied up and stuffed with rags in their mouths.

"Wuuu... forgive me, master, I was wrong..." The fat man's cheeks were swollen into a pig's head after being cooked several times, and he was completely invisible.

But the wailing was full of air.

Kneeling down in front of the crowd with tears streaming down his face, he kowtowed, "Spare me! I will never steal children from the orphanage again, I will never dare again!"

"Ouch...don't lock us in the toilet!"

"Speak or not?"

"Woooo... I'm done talking!" Fatty raised his head with tears in his eyes, and his tone was so humble that he almost kissed everyone's boots.

"Keep pretending, keep acting!"

Aiden taped his mouth shut again.

"Let's see. These two guys are colluding and intend to steal a child from the orphanage in the last half month...we captured him alive." Serrit analyzed, "And the time when the two gentlemen received the anonymous letter, the same time It was half a month ago."

"Both incidents are not good for the witcher!"

"It's by no means a simple coincidence."

"But I don't know them." The Beggar King said seriously, rubbing the golden seal ring.

"I've never seen this son of a bitch!" The butcher spat, and his black-haired big hand slapped the fat man violently, and the man's bruised cheeks became even more swollen. "Bastard, tell me the truth, did you send this letter to mislead us on purpose!"

"Woooo..."

"This guy is very stubborn, making up a story over and over again! But the person who sent the letter must have something to do with him!"

"Hmph! Whoever dares to play me like this, if I don't chop him up into pieces, put him in sacks, and sink into the port, I won't be called a butcher!"

"Calm down, Your Excellency. Now is not the time to vent your anger." Serrit gave a look to the brothers beside him.

They took the two captives back to the toilet.

"The most urgent thing is to find out the connection between the two incidents."

"I sent you a letter to pour dirty water on the demon hunter's head."

"Tear apart the peace agreement reached between the Big Three of Noble City and us."

"Take a child in order to—"

"But I don't understand." Beggar Wang Meifeng frowned and interrupted him calmly, "Since the guy behind this fat man wants to deal with several masters, why didn't he report your 'crime' directly to the Church of Eternal Flame and the city council? !"

"Instead of beating around the bush, sending anonymous letters to me and Cleaver, the two gangster bosses? We are not law enforcement officers."

"First of all, he wants to provoke the relationship between the two of you and us, and leave the demon hunter alone and helpless."

"Secondly, the Eternal Flame is an official organization, and evidence is required to convict someone." Serrit blurted out, "That's right...evidence!"

"To be on the safe side, give the demon hunter a fatal blow. He wants to steal the children from the orphanage and concoct a personal certificate! Let us be convicted of child abuse."

"At that time, even if it is fake, it will be made real."

"We are justified, but we can't explain it clearly, and then everyone betrays our relatives and loses our reputation!"

"Given by the Eternal Fire—"

"Tap...tap..."

Suddenly, thunderous footsteps came from the alder forest in Gawain's House.

Everyone in the yard suddenly turned around.

A dense crowd appeared not far from the courtyard and quickly approached the school, like a high tide of sea water sweeping in all directions.

There are at least 200 people.

They were dressed in black and fur hats.

In addition to the long sword that has not been drawn out of its sheath, there is also a Lamia whip with barbs pinned to his waist.

And the one in the lead, wearing a tight white top, has a sickly pale face, red spots on his cheeks, and metallic eyes.

It is the Sheriff of the Eternal Flame, the leader of the temple guards, Your Excellency Chapelle!

Chapter 25 Our Home!

"Your Excellency Orlof, Your Excellency Francis, Your Excellency Cleaver, and several master witchers!"

"You have assembled a large number of people in the suburbs, are you preparing to hold a martial arts tournament?"