God-level Demon Hunter

Page 324

The cry was full of disdain.

Lambert stretched out his hands sadly to scratch.

"What about you two? Have you caught the trafficker?"

"After more than four months of arrest, who dares to take action against the child?" Aiden shook his head. "In short, this joint operation between us and Chapelle can be called a complete victory."

"Snakes, insects, rats and ants are all hibernating."

Half a year.

The witchers hooked up Sheriff Chapelle through the collector's connection and brought him into the alliance.

In order to consolidate his position in the Eternal Flame, Chapelle used his reputation to weave a protective net, and began to crack down on Novigrad's human smuggling trade.

As his ally, the demon hunter also shared part of his tasks. He often sent members to patrol the streets and alleys of Nuocheng, and captured more than ten groups of human traffickers and slave catchers in total.

Get a huge commission of thousands of crowns

And Chapelle and the Collectors bear all the pressure from the top.

Furthermore, Dandelion and Priscilla based this sequence of actions on several wonderful dramas, extolling the good deeds of the Witcher.For example, what is "the guardian of Nuocheng who walks between black and white".

Business in dance halls and pharmacies has also been steady.

"Kian and Vulture are still guarding the laboratory, right? It's been more than four months, I don't know how it's going?" Lambert muttered.

Suddenly, without any warning, there was a loud bang, and a square door drilled out of the void next to the courtyard of Gawain House.

The demon hunters in the classroom, alchemy room, blacksmith shop, and farmland all turned their eyes away.

Rita Nieder, who was wearing a black silk dress and flaming red lips, jumped out of the whirlpool door lightly.

Turning his blue eyes, he caught sight of the demon hunter with dark golden pupils whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Da da da" high-heeled shoes were running fast, with a strong fragrance of roses, the sorceress rushed up and hugged her heavily, her two calves were still tilted back playfully, and the high heels touched her buttocks.

Offer a kiss.

"Well……"

The children in the classroom opened their mouths wide.

The four apprentices under the stake were thoughtful, remembering Karl's grove theory.

But in a daze, he was hit head-on by Geralt.

When Lambert saw this, he was jealous and furious, "Is there any mistake, the two of you are so impatient, can you pay attention to the influence and distinguish the occasion? Is it appropriate for you to be so intimate in front of a group of children?"

"Cough, cough..."

"Shut up, Lambert! Fuck you!" The sorceress panted and turned her head, giving him a displeased look.

The latter's breathing was stagnant, his face was ashen, and he couldn't make it through?

For the first time in his life, he regretted drinking too much that night.

Aiden's cheeks twitched violently, and he turned his head away.

And Rita Nied straightened the skirts of the people around her, her face turned serious, her brows were tightened, her chin slightly raised,

"Masters, the time has come, let's enter the portal!"

"What do you mean?" Vesemir walked over at some point, with deep anticipation suppressed in his amber eyes.

Everyone held their breath.

"Karl's trial is almost over!"

Chapter 33 Freshmen

The laboratory under the Temple Island.

The blazing flames in the brazier illuminated a series of figures——

Like ants on a hot pan, Oakes and Lambert kept circling in circles.

Leto, Escal, Kayan, and Geralt were expressionless.

Vesemir, Serrit, and Aiden leaned against the wall with their arms folded, their eyes filled with anticipation, and their expressions slightly nervous...

The witchers guarded a closed metal door, like a group of old fathers outside the delivery room, waiting for the birth of their children.

I don't know how long it took, before everyone's patience was about to run out.

"Caz—"

The door opened a crack.

The cat vulture came out, with deep tiredness on his slack cheeks, and his face was so white that there was no trace of blood.

The originally tall and straight figure became hunched, and the gray-green pupils lost their former brilliance.

Facing a bunch of expectant eyes, he just leaned against the dark and rough wall without saying a word.

He rubbed his face feebly.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Failed?

"Vulture, why is it like a dead child? Don't tell me something happened to Carl!" Oakes grabbed his shoulder and shook.

The latter lowered his head dejectedly and remained silent, his expression completely buried in the shadows.

And Lambert has strode through the door, heading straight for the operating table in the center of the laboratory——

The boy was wearing a gray silk robe, lying quietly on it, closing his eyes lightly, motionless.

Compared to before the trial, his facial features were obviously a little more mature, and his mandibles were shrunk, but they were still delicate, clean, and not stained with a trace of dust.

It was as if he had left this world and fell into an eternal sleep.

Roy stood not far away, beside a row of stalactites protruding vertically from the ground, with one arm around the sorceress's slender waist, and the other holding her hand, comforting her softly in her ear.

The sorceress leaned against the demon hunter's arms with her pale pretty face, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she was so pitiful.

"Where does the fruit of the golden oak go? Why not use it to save him?!"

Lambert stretched out his arms tremblingly towards the boy, and the demon hunters behind him had serious expressions and a trace of sadness in their eyes.

Until Lambert frowned and muttered with a strange expression,

"It's fine to the touch."

"Hmm..." The boy felt the probing of his forehead, and suddenly sat up straight with a soft groan, and stared at him, several pairs of bright vertical pupils stared at him.

Carl was taken aback, his amber eyes shrank into a slit like a pussy cat,

"Ms. Lambert...Ms. Vesemir...why are you all here?"

"Damn it, Vulture, Roy, Rita Needle, dare to tease us!"

"Heck! Everyone, aren't our acting skills good?!"

The sorceress laughed wildly.

Roy couldn't help but smile. It's been a long time since this group of companions lost their composure. Don't have some fun.

A group of people were furious at first, but the anger only lasted for a moment, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but smile.

They traveled thousands of miles and gathered in Nuocheng to join this simple organization, wasn't it just for this moment?

Welcome to the new witcher.

And now, all the dedication and hard work in the past few months has paid off!

It's all worth it!

Everyone looked excited and extended their caring hands towards the little apprentice.

But Karl, who hadn't figured out the situation, was dazzled, and countless muscular arms overwhelmed him.

The witchers touched him like crazy.

"Haha!" With a hearty laugh, Owl put on his sunglasses again, and walked to the disciple with his head held high.

"I don't even know who Karl's student is? I took care of him for half a year, how could I fail?"

"It's just the grass trial!"

"Who was so worried at first? Moaning and sighing all day long," Oakes said disdainfully, "What's more, Karl's trial has nothing to do with you! Thanks to the help of the sorceress!"

"Of course, it is undeniable that Ms. Rita Nieder has contributed the most." The cat vulture looked gratefully at the smiling sorceress who was holding the little brother's arm. "In the past few months, she has spent countless efforts."

"But Carl couldn't have survived without a responsible teacher who encouraged him day and night. Right, little monkey?"

"Hey, have you touched enough! Stop it!"

Serrit saved the boy from the sea of men, and looked at him with concern, "Karl, tell me, how does it feel, and is there any aftereffect left?"

The man who was almost bald turned his eyes white and fell on the operating table, gasped for a few breaths, and returned to normal after a long time.

"I..." There was a flash of fear in his eyes, and the days when life was worse than death first appeared in his mind.

Lying on the operating table, twitching and writhing like a maggot.

An invisible sharp knife kept scratching between the bones and internal organs.

Can't even do it in a coma.

I can only get through it abruptly.

He would rather die than live, and cried the shit out of him. During this period, he shed more tears than in the past nine years.

During the period, according to Mr. Rita's description, he even went into cardiac arrest three times.

He swore never to do it again!

But the pain is over.

The boy clenched his fists, feeling an unprecedented amount of energy, and a strong sense of confidence surged in his heart.

"Ms. Rita checked it, and there is no sequelae. I feel great!"

He jumped off the operating table, barefoot, and quickly circled around a group of seniors.

It was only then that everyone discovered that Karl's body had changed significantly in half a year. He was no longer so fragile, and his body was comparable to that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, not a nine-year-old boy.

He grasped the air with both hands, stood on his waist, separated his feet back and forth, his upper body was upright, his shoulders were relaxed, and he made a standard plow position starting position.

"Shh-"

However, due to not being familiar with the properties of the surge.

His movements are violently deformed and out of shape!

The pupils of Roy, who was watching, froze slightly.

Karl

Age: 9

Sex: Male

Identity: Winged Lion Demon Hunter

Life: 160

Mana: 90

Attributes:

Strength: 4→9