God-level Demon Hunter

No matter where you are, there is a price to pay for learning knowledge.

"Silly boy, are you confused by a fever? Gawain House is an orphanage, not a private school. All services are provided for free until you are cultivated into 'useful talents'!" Roy said meaningfully. say,

"I won't accept you for a penny!"

"free?"

Roy nodded at him with a smile.

Children must not know that free things are the most expensive!

"Won't you drive me away?!"

"As long as you are obedient and obedient, don't make trouble for no reason." Oakes squinted his eyes and said.

Monty immediately hugged the quilt tightly, trembling all over, his light yellow hair swaying behind his shoulders, "I, I swear! I am obedient, please, teacher, uncle, let me stay here!"

"Don't let me go back to pick up trash, woo woo..."

Serrit glared at his brother fiercely.

He winked at everyone.

"Don't worry, he's scaring you... just stay by yourself for a while tonight, be quiet and quiet."

Everyone left the room.

The boy stared at their backs, sat in a daze for a while, then changed his posture, knelt on the bed, and looked out at the lush alder forest not far away and the blue sky through the open window next to him.

He took a deep breath of the earthy, grassy air.

After I started wandering, I felt that the world was so beautiful for the first time.

"Dad, Mom, Monty survived."

"Are they... well-meaning people?"

……

In the yard outside the door, a group of big men were secretly observing the scene in the house through the crack of the door.

"Brothers, how do you feel? How is this little guy's physique? Does he have the talent to be a witcher?" Oakes asked.

"When he was in a coma, I touched his bones. There were many skin wounds on his body, but they were all fine. He is young and has strong resilience. As long as he is supplied with meat, he will recover soon," Escal said. , "The talent is barely good, neither good nor bad... At least it's far worse than Roy."

"Since there are new recruits reporting for duty, let's get ready," Oakes said impatiently as he scanned the empty yard, his knuckles creaking, "Both the stakes and the dummies have to be erected!"

"What are the arrangements for tomorrow?"

"According to the plan, the three brothers will be left to teach."

"The rest went to the villages around Nuocheng to continue looking for orphans. His Excellency Gao Wen will send someone to cooperate with us."

"Don't fight alone, or be careful to be regarded as a human trafficker by the villagers!"

"There is still a big problem, guys, Monty is the first child on the first day of the orphanage's opening, and he must be introduced into the way of the witcher as much as possible!" Vulture emphasized, "This little devil must be dealt with! "

According to the agreement between them and the collector, the training can only be carried out on the premise that the child is voluntary.

They also disdain to lie and cheat!

"He needs some guidance. Our five-year-olds and three-year-olds may scare the children, let Carl play..." Roy pondered, "He and Monty have no generation gap, and it is most suitable for peers to guide peers!"

"Owl, from now on, your disciple will train with the newcomers, and there will be healthy competition."

"Now, call him over, I'll teach him a routine!"

……

"Hi, my name is Carl. I'm eight years old this year. How about you?" The little apprentice Maopai quietly entered the room under the instigation of the teacher, extended a hand of friendship to his peers, and smiled shyly.

"I... My name is Monty, and I'm the same age as you." The boy hesitated for a while before speaking.

Looking at the half-headed, sturdy companion in front of him.

His eyes showed envy.

When I was in Nuo City, many street children of the same age around me fought for the place of Eternal Flame.It was rare for Monty to see such friendly peers, and he couldn't help but become lively, "Are you also an orphan of the Gawain House?"

"To be precise, I came with my teacher. My teacher's name is Fliers, that cool looking man with sunglasses."

"Is he your father too?" Monty asked enviously.

"No, he is my hero!" Carl held his head up proudly, his cheeks flushed with excitement as a girl, "Avenged me and killed all those who killed my parents!"

Monty's heart skipped a beat, murder?

To avenge your parents?

Inexplicably, a hidden deep excitement welled up in my heart.

In this era, no matter which boy from an ordinary family has a dream of being a knight, traveling the world with a sword, meeting noble ladies and ladies from famous families. "Your teacher is very skilled?"

"Hmph," Carl said flauntingly with a snort of disdain, "seven or eight men with big waists can't get close to him. Because he is a witcher, with the speed and reflexes of a cat, and the strength and physical strength of a bear. "

"It's not those idiots who make up a mess of bad pus mutants. They specialize in killing unscrupulous villains and man-eating monsters, and they can easily cut off the heads of those who do evil!"

Carl's voice became louder and louder, "I am now studying hard with my teacher, and I will become a witcher in the future!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly jumped up in front of the wooden bed, turned around in a jump, held the air with his right hand, as if holding a long sword, and poked forward, the circle formed by the tiger's mouth and index finger touched Meng's mouth lightly. Dee chest.

Made a standard thrusting action.

As beautiful as dancing, showing the effect of recent hard training.

As if being stabbed in the chest, Monty was dumbfounded.

Images flashed through his mind, he crouched on the ground with his head in his arms, fists raining down on him like a rainstorm.

If only he had this kind of skill back then.

There was an impulse in my heart.

He licked his chapped lips, his cornflower-colored eyes were full of anticipation, and his voice trembled, "I, can I also be trained to become a witcher?"

"You have to think about it carefully. Becoming a demon hunter requires a lot of hardships and all kinds of cruel training." Carl's fair face became more serious than ever before, and his eyes glowed. "You must have enough perseverance and change your destiny." strong desire!"

"If you feel a little tired and complain about it, it's better to avoid it! Why don't you just follow the teacher to read and write, and learn the skills of feeding chickens and growing vegetables." Carl raised his chin, "I will go to the field to be a farmer in the future. live a stable life."

Monty's black nails were clenched tightly on the quilt, and his skinny and dark cheeks were full of tangles.

Little boy, never made such a difficult decision.

He has already learned that there are magical demon hunters in the world, why is he willing to go back and be a mud leg?

The boy's heart itch.

"The first training will start tomorrow morning," Karl Wuliu rolled his eyes, and turned into cunning in the face of a group of seniors who were dull and dull, "You try it once before making a decision."

"Of course I will accompany you to train, and, in the near future, other friends will join the orphanage."

Carl practiced hard for several months, and finally had someone to show off to, and his expression jumped with joy.

"Le's work hard!"

Chapter 6 Lesson [-]

The sky opened a gray curtain, and the dawn has not yet broken.

The sleeping boy was awakened by a sharp and abrupt whistle.

Yesterday's newly acquainted Carl rushed into the room, urging the sleepy Monty out of the warm and soft blanket.

Put on a new suit next to the bedding, made of wool, sackcloth and animal skins, a little bigger than him.

Put on a pair of sturdy, tough brown leather ankle boots.

The two came to the flat courtyard of Gawain House.

There was already a bald man with a strong figure waiting in the center, and his amber pupils swept across the two of them emotionlessly, solemnly declaring.

"let's start!"

……

The frightening cold wind that froze people howled, and while shivering, Monty mechanically followed the big bald man in the center of the yard.

Lunges stretch the hamstrings in the thighs and calves, stretch the back, chest and lower back, and engage the neck and ankle joints.

For a long time, Monty's most frequent daily movement was running for his life, slipping from one place to another.

It's been too long since a similar normative activity has been done.

After a while, I was sweating all over.

"Little Monty, relax your neck and keep your back straight. Don't bend over like an old man when you are young. Otherwise, no little girl will look up to you in the future." The hot palm of the bald man lightly touched his spine With a light press, as if injected with magic power, Monty instantly made a standard action involuntarily.

After almost a quarter of an hour of preparatory exercise.

Monty's emaciated body was covered with sweat, but the sleepiness disappeared.

The bald man strangely gave him a choice.

"The next project is up to you to run a few laps around the yard...or train with Carl."

"It's all voluntary," he emphasized.

"Mr. Lesso...is there any difference between the two sports?" Monty asked boldly.

Although the bald man couldn't see any expression, and the beast's vertical pupils were a little threatening under the dark sky, his gentle tone was inexplicably convincing.

"The first type of routine exercise is to exercise your body, making you strong and healthy, and keeping you away from diseases." Lei Suo patiently explained, "The second type is the introductory training of a demon hunter apprentice..."

"Make your skills sharp...to avoid danger better, to launch a counterattack...but it is much more difficult than the former!" Lei Suo said meaningfully, "Don't worry, think carefully, choose differently, your future courses, and even you fate will be very different.”

Monty couldn't understand what the witcher said, so he just thought about it.

Under the temptation of Carl's big sparkling eyes, he decisively chose the second option.

As a newcomer, instinct led him to heed the advice of his friends.

The witcher breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them came to a row of wooden comb posts on the south side of the yard.

Monty and Carl walked around the gaps between the pillars, like little mice chasing by a hungry big cat, trying to find their way into the corner of the wall.

Constantly turning and circling, from the first stake to the last, and back from the end.

The difficulty was much higher than that of simple running, but within 10 minutes, Monty's bony chest heaved violently like a broken bellows, and his clothes were drenched with sweat for the second time.

And Karl is very familiar with the whole process, keeping at least twice his speed.

He also kindly reminded me that I can give up at any time.

On the contrary, this aroused the strong heart of the young people. They are both eight years old. Why can Carl complete the task easily, but he can't? !

Monty ran around the pole for another 10 minutes with his head buried in anger.

Until he put his hands on his knees and panted heavily, his whole body became weak, and the sweat dripped down his chin to wet the ground.

The bald man looked at him and nodded. This kid has poor physical fitness, but his will is still strong.It's not in vain that he wandered alone on the street for so long.

Constitution can be regained through exercise and potions.If the will is weak, a natural coward, it will be much more troublesome to reverse it!

Monty rested for 10 minutes before moving on to a third strange exercise, standing on one foot, with spine and neck straight, and clasped hands in front of his chest.

While the other leg is raised, the sole of the foot is placed on the knee side of the standing leg.

Like a rooster on legs.

Most critically, Monty had to close his eyes to adjust his limbs.

According to the bald man, running in different directions can exercise speed and reaction, while closing eyes and one foot can independently exercise balance ability, which is suitable for children whose bones and muscles are not yet fully developed.

Monty couldn't maintain his balance at all. He only lasted for five seconds in the first attempt, and he swayed frantically. His thin body was like a bamboo pole broken by a strong wind, and he almost didn't fall.

But he wasn't discouraged at all... Carl, who was walking with him, was doing the same set of exercises while standing on a tall plum blossom pile.

With his eyes closed, his face was calm, and his body was as stable as a stone statue.

To his horror, Karl quickly increased the difficulty and jumped flexibly on the club pile.

Jumping from one stake to another, mixed with difficult twists and turns.

While jumping, he twisted his wrist and swung a training sword smoothly, with a graceful posture like an elk crossing a jungle ravine.