God-level Demon Hunter

"There are so many questions, like a grandma!"

The boy pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment,

"Grandpa Cosimo brought me back..."

His expression instantly became very complicated, grateful and fearful.

"Before that?" The bald man looked at the boy with gentle eyes.

"Bai Chang is so big and stupid like a pig! Can't you see it? I... I am a war orphan. I wandered for a long time. I was caught and tortured by human traffickers and almost died. Fortunately, my grandfather rescued me in time. I."

At the mention of human traffickers, he gritted his teeth, like a hungry wolf cub, with hatred shining in his eyes!

"Are you... still used to living here??"

"I eat and drink, but the group of teachers force me to drink a bunch of colorful herbs all day long. It tastes like manure, and I feel like vomiting after drinking it, but I can't spit it out." The small face is wrinkled like a bitter melon, "There are also injections. , check, exercise, and punish if you don’t obey.”

"Grandpa Cosimo, Uncle Alzu always tell us about plasticity." He cleared his throat, put his hand across his stomach, and imitated clumsily and comically, "Time will demand a price, and the old clay is getting harder and harder. , adults cannot be transformed, they can only collapse into slag, and only young lives have 'plasticity'."

"If it wasn't for the fact that I could open my belly and eat until I was full, I would have escaped long ago!"

Riesberg, Plasticity, Ivar.

Lesso was determined.

The place where he is now is the legendary Risberg Castle.

He was witnessing the birth of the first batch of witchers!

"Are there any other children besides you?"

A warm smile flashed across Ivar's face,

"There are 37 more...Madoc...Jagoda...Elam...Missi...Egar...Flarr...Anahad...some are orphans, some were sold by their parents to Teachers. Now is my turn to ask questions?"

……

The fog came in like a tide, interrupting the rest of the conversation.

……

Another dark chamber.

Vesemir fell into the same weird situation as Letho.

"You said your name was Edgar?"

He looked at the boy on the plank bed with a pale face, small nose and small eyes, who was in a state of fever, with an expression of disbelief.

This guy's eyebrows and eyes vaguely have the feeling of the great master of the wolf faction.

"Listen to you, do you know another Edgar?" The boy looked at the other's strange cheek in surprise, old but without a hair, beard, or eyebrows, revealing a faintly strange kindness.

Vesemir was slightly distracted, unable to find Grandmaster Elga in the mist, but saw his childhood.

Gentle palms caressed the boy's little head.

Just like Edgar had done to him once.

"Aiga, where are your parents?"

"I, I'm an orphan...was wandering around Cidaris, and then Uncle Arzu brought me home."

"Do you like living here?"

He nodded vigorously, a touch of excitement appeared on his simple face,

"There are a lot of brothers and sisters, and they have enough to eat. No one fights over a meal. Everyone has several sets of brand new clothes... After drinking medicine, checking and training every day, everyone can play together, play hide-and-seek, Drawing... is much more fun than my wandering days!"

Edgar's sickly red cheeks revealed a wave of heartfelt joy, but the back of his left hand, which was outside the quilt, was covered with shocking pinholes, bruises and bruises.

Vesemir shook his head.

Poor boy, is that enough?

If you go to Gawain House, you will faint with happiness.

"Isn't it painful to drink medicine?" Vesemir sighed as he looked at the scars on his body, "Can you bear it?"

"But it's also very happy! Everyone gathers in one room, and it will never be boring... Experiments are just a little sacrifice and price, and I have no problem at all!"

"I am very grateful to Grandpa and everyone. If I can, I want to stay in the castle forever. I want to be with you forever!"

……

"Your fucking name is Anahad?!"

Vulture raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his gray-green pupils looked at the tall, broad-shouldered boy who seemed to be precociously about ten years old in front of him.

Under the clean-shaven inch head, there are round eyes on that young face. When he widens his eyes, the whole room is illuminated by the sincerity and happiness in his eyes.

He also has bushy eyebrows, a round nose, thick and moderate lips, and a side face with a bit of baby fat.

Even if he doesn't smile, it makes people feel joyful and happy.

When he grinned and showed his deciduous teeth, the enthusiasm and frankness made the vulture couldn't help but want to bend the corners of his mouth slightly.

What a cute little boy.

"Did I offend you?"

Anahad was still mechanically lifting the dumbbell with his left hand, and with a habitual bright smile on his face, he looked in surprise at this strange man who entered the training room of the castle from nowhere and called himself a cat vulture.

"No, you haven't offended me yet... I just didn't expect that the legendary cold-blooded and ruthless Grandmaster of the Bear Sect would look like this when he was a child." Cat Vulture's pupils contracted and he sighed, "It's completely beyond my expectation. , How should we learn from each other? Bully the small with the big?"

"Cold-blooded and ruthless? Are you talking about me?"

Anahad suddenly turned pale, revealing a vivid sense of guilt, which made people feel inexplicably distressed.

"No, no, I recognized the wrong person." Vulture shook his head.

"Maybe you're right... I took the initiative to leave my loving parents and my dear siblings. I'm just a ruthless person."

"What does it mean to leave voluntarily?" Owl asked.

"This year's harvest is too bad, the crops are not harvested, the family is almost unable to open the pot, and the weather is abnormally cold... If this continues, the five younger brothers and sisters will not be able to survive." Maybe people who usually lack communication, Anahad covered his hands He said all the words in his heart with a straight face, "I can't help it, someone must make a sacrifice."

"I'm an older brother, the oldest child in the family."

"So, I sold myself to Grandpa Cosimo and left the last sum of money for the family. It was enough to survive several famine years and severe winters."

"Sell yourself, you are such a little genius!"

"Actually, it's not that bad here..." A cheerful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Following grandpa to Riesberg is at least better than being sold to Skelliger. Maybe in a few years, when the teachers finish their experiments, I will return I can go back and see my brothers and sisters."

"Little bastard, don't you understand what a cruel fate you will face?"

Vulture shook his head, stepped forward suddenly and pinched Anahad's neck forcefully, lifted his feet off the ground and kicked him like a fish about to suffocate.

Cat Vulture's eyes are cloudy and cloudy, full of murderous intent...

If Anahad's life is ended now.

Will this guy appear in the future?

He was obviously kind and righteous before the mutation, but he drank the coldest decoction.

Killing him, to some extent, can be regarded as liberating him, right?

……

The bright light of the magic lamp illuminated the cramped desk in the corner of the room.

A boy about ten years old was holding a small leather book and confronting a man opposite him.

Wearing a black cloak, he was tall and tall, with half of his face hidden in the shadows, and the other half of his face showing eyes with tricolor pupils.

"This is Risberg? So you are Elan?" Cohen stared at the lifelike goshawk tattoo on the side of the boy's face, goosebumps appeared all over his skin.

"Are you a new teacher? Why have I never seen you before!"

Elan held the "Guide to the Virtues of a Knight" in front of his chest, his eyes were alert,

I am your future grandson.

Ke En muttered something in his heart, and then An resisted the excitement of seeing the child version of the idol, showing a sunny smile,

"My name is Cohen. Elan, can you tell me, why are you here?"

"Don't he try to trick me, why should I tell you?!"

Elan spat on the ground, with a stubborn face, shaking his head in disdain.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to chat with you. You answer first. In exchange, I will do you a favor later. Look, I'm an adult."

The sincerity of Cohen's words moved him.

"What you say is what you say! Otherwise, I will sneak attack you to death every day if I stay awake!"

Elan muttered, as if recalling a painful memory, a trace of struggle appeared on his face with a high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets full of exotic styles.

"What else could it be?! My mother, a pirate from Skellige, is more rude, violent, and powerful than most men. She took me on board and raised me until I was ten years old. When I inherited her temper, she Tired of me, can't stand me, treat me as a burden of free food and drink... Just happened to be Arzu passing by, offered a high price, and obeyed her wishes!"

Elan looked at the unbelievable Cohen, with a hint of mean pleasure on his face,

"Yes...my mother sold me."

"That hypocritical Arzu brought me into the castle, threw me this broken book, and asked me to study it all day, talking about self-cultivation, and even smiled at me hypocritically, saying that I was 'very similar' to him! But I know he's secretly plotting against evil spirits, he's poisoning me with poison!"

Is this really the founder of griffins with a decent style and deep chivalry, Elan?

Cohen's mouth twitched.

Isn't this just like a violent boy who entered puberty early?

The only exception is the chaotic energy permeating his body, he is a source of law!

"Elan, how are you getting along with the other kids?"

"Except for Jagoda of Aedirn, the other brats are just a group of unweaned children, idiots who don't understand anything, who are obviously fed a lot of poison every day and treated as pathetic test subjects, but they are so grateful to the mage! "

"How do I get along with them, you ask? This castle is like a stupid chicken coop, and they are those noisy, annoying roosters, hens, and chicks!"

Cohen was silent.

Although Elan spoke rudely, his words were not rough. The medicines tested by the grass were no different from poisons. Especially as the first batch of experimenters, they used imperfect decoctions and suffered the greatest risk of death.

"Who is Jagoda?"

"A girl with the same illness as me, the best person in the world, who treats me better than my heartless mother! When I leave this prison, I will marry her!"

Elan said with a serious face and a serious face, as if he said it for granted.

"A girl from Jagoda is also participating in the experiment? Drinking medicine and checking her body every day?"

Cohen didn't remember any girls among the first witchers.

Until later cat pie.

Hearing this, Elan took a deep breath, biting his nails nervously, with a hint of worry on his face,

"Yes! Twelve girls reacted much more violently than twenty-six boys. The poison was more harmful to them!"

"The pain they endured was worse than giving birth!"

Elan paused, looked straight at Cohen,

"It's time for you to redeem the promise. No matter what, let Jagoda take a break, and don't let the mage drug her for the next two days—I beg you!"

"I try my best!"

Cohen's words were drowned in a mist.

However, the scenes in the fog appear irregularly, with great leaps and bounds.

This is bound to be an unfulfilled promise.

……

A misty drizzle enveloped the fortress among the cliffs.

Several magical crystal chandeliers flickered on the ceiling, illuminating the laboratory on the top floor of the castle.

Arzu and Cosimo stood side by side in front of the window sill, and glanced at the cemetery on the side of the mountain below. Among the densely packed tombs, there was a new tomb——

With a shovel, a hunchbacked man is slowly filling a small, breathless body.

Her eyes were round, her facial features were distorted, and she maintained a terrified expression on her face. It was obvious that she had suffered a lot before she died.