God-level Demon Hunter

"Build another Wiley Manor ruin?"

The crowd did not say a word.

They haven't figured out the situation yet.

"I regret to inform you that your event had to be terminated early."

Chapelle's metallic eyes turned to the demon hunter, and he said seriously, "Masters, unfortunately, someone has reported that you have colluded with His Excellency Olof to conduct outrageous experiments in the orphanage and torture innocent vagrants! "

Gawain Samsa in the crowd turned pale slightly, and the fear in his eyes flashed away, and he couldn't help retreating behind the demon hunter.

He has not had a close encounter with Chapelle, the "chief of all evil" for two years.

The magistrate's stern tone and cold gaze seemed to be different from what he remembered. Just by looking at him, Gawain Samsa could hear the sound of blood flowing and inhuman wailing.

But this time the action was very strange. The silverware that Chapelle never left his belt was missing.

Gao Wen's expression changed, and he fell into deep thought.

And several demon hunters glanced at the eternal flame guards surrounding the dwarves, beggars, and collectors. They bowed slightly, their arms were bluffed, and they calmly made the most convenient posture for attacking.

But then, Serrit winked, "Don't get excited, guys... Now that the situation has developed beyond expectations, let's wait and see."

"Think about the kids."

Several demon hunters could not help but relax their bodies.

"Your Excellency Chapelle, I think you have misunderstood..." The Beggar King stepped forward and said in an unassuming way, "Before you came, Cliff and I were also deceived by an anonymous letter—the letter contained a painful statement about the The evil deeds of the devil."

"We believed it was true and came to the orphanage to verify."

"Conclusions?" asked Chapelle.

"It's full of nonsense! We inspected the entire orphanage, but we couldn't find any trace of evil experiments!"

"That's a slander, a prank! Someone is teasing us!"

After a long silence, Chapelle raised his eyebrows, and surrounded by three of his subordinates and a priestess, he stepped into the guardrail of Gawain's House. More temple guards stood outside, interacting with the three giants of Nuocheng. beware. "Your Excellency, can you lend me the letter?"

Holding two letters in black leather gloved hands, Chapelle skimmed through them roughly.

He took out the third letter from his arms.

After the comparison, an unpleasant smile appeared on his face,

"Francis, Cleaver, you should know what will happen if you deceive the Eternal Flame?"

Chapelle said half-threateningly, "Even if the identities of the two are extraordinary, you must not tarnish the eternal flame with lies!"

"I guarantee my reputation as the king of the rotten forest." The beggar king didn't change his face, "everything I said is true!"

"I swear!" the butcher yelled violently. "If there is any lie, I'll cut off my fucking tongue!"

Chapelle nodded, shook his head again,

"The traces of evil are hidden very deeply. The two bosses are not professionals, so there may be omissions!"

Suddenly he waved his hand.

The temple guards outside the courtyard poured in like a tide,

The witcher looked at each other.

Chapelle said,

"Master witcher, if you want to prove your innocence, please allow the temple guards to search the entire orphanage."

"Call together all the children at the same time, and I mean all the children! We have to interview each one and check the body! Make sure they have not been abused!"

"Your Excellency, you must restrain your soldiers, and don't let them destroy the facilities of Gawain's House!" Lei Suo's voice was hoarse and low like a file, and he warned solemnly, "Don't scare the children!"

"Also, let me declare in advance that there are two thieves who stole children in the toilet, and they happened to be handed over to the sheriff!"

……

The sun had risen to the center of the sky. In the past, the Gawain House enjoyed lunch, but now there was no sound.

The courtyard was crowded with people, as dense as worker ants in an anthill.

The turbulent crowd occupied every inch of space, entering and exiting around the five houses.

There were even a group of people bending over and fumbling around the flowers outside the yard and the plowed fields.

They put on a posture of digging three feet into the ground, as if they would never stop until some underground secret room or corpse was found.

The chickens in the poultry pen were driven to chirping.

Twenty children were called to the wall outside the classroom, and under Vesemir's auspices, they lined up neatly in a square formation.

The small faces looked at the crowd shuttling back and forth, and at the same time, they were nervously watching their little pets, but they were not a little scared.

Chapelle made his way across the crowd and went straight to the child.

"Masters, are all the children from the orphanage here?"

"There are twenty in total, and one of them is an apprentice brought by the demon hunter." The collector said from a short distance behind, "It was reported to the city council a long time ago, and it is all recorded."

"Well, that's right..."

A gentle smile appeared on his cold cheeks, and he clapped his hands with a "snap".

"Children, I am Chapelle, Commander of the Eternal Flame, dedicated to protecting children from villains."

"Don't be afraid, I'll ask you a few words...for the sake of your future life...please be honest."

"We're not afraid!" shouted a tall boy in the crowd. "The teacher will protect us!"

"Stop, come one by one, and answer the lord's questions obediently. We can continue the class after asking questions!" Vesemir smiled with a relaxed expression.

Chapelle glanced at the child who answered the question at the beginning, and noticed his slightly pointed ears. This was a half-breed elf.

"What's your name, child?"

"Arkham Torm."

Chapelle turned to face the six demon hunters, "Masters, can I bring him over for questioning?"

"Don't worry, I will never touch him."

……

"Arkham Torm?" In the corner of the yard, ten meters away from the crowd, Chapelle squatted down, raised the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile on his mean cheeks, "You came to Gawain's House and there are nearly two Is it the month?"

"How does it feel? Life here, companions, teachers..."

"It couldn't be more comfortable!" Arkham Tom blurted out, "It's as good as heaven!"

Chapelle's face froze, his pupils constricted, "... Tell me specifically what makes you like it so much?"

"The food is good, the housing is good, the teachers are kind and friendly, and my friends take good care of me."

"Are you sure?" Chapelle's mouth twitched, "The teacher in the orphanage...demon hunter, didn't beat or scold you?"

"Never!" The boy raised his head and stared at his black eyes, shouting loudly.

"Don't worry, think about it slowly, recall carefully..." Chapelle lowered his voice, pointed at the endless stream of temple guards, "don't worry about being heard by your teacher, see, these soldiers are all Here to protect you. I swear, even if you tell the truth, the witcher will not dare to touch a finger of you!"

"No!" Arkham Tom's tone was extremely firm.

Chapelle tapped his temple with his index finger, and his metallic pupils looked up and down at the little boy with his head up and chest out. He didn't look like an orphan at all, an elf hybrid who lived in a quarantine area and was often bullied by humans.

On the contrary, he looks like a fanatic of a certain church.

Look at this little red face.

Full of energy, head held high.

He can guarantee that this little boy eats more than a soldier in one meal.

"Did the witcher make you drink some weird herbs? Or devour other things, mice, insects?!"

Arkham Tom suddenly looked over with a look of contempt, as if he was some kind of pervert.

"Tsk tsk... little guy, you are quite strong-willed, next!"

the second……

A girl named Renee with a shofar braid and two missing front teeth looked at his face with a smirk. The freckles on her small face were swimming like tadpoles in a pond.

"Renee, good boy, as long as you can name any of the abuses that the Gawain House has done to you... I will send you to the eternal flame."

"The church raised you up, and you will become a decent and noble Priest of Eternal Fire, the idol of children, and the focus of everyone's attention." Chapelle's tone was gentle and persuasive.

"Everyone will respect and love you!"

"Speak out, as long as you tell the truth!"

"Ah?" The little girl clutched the corner of her clothes, her face was quite embarrassed, and said falteringly, "But, I can't make it up."

"Just tell the truth."

"I don't know how to make up stories. The Gawain House has never abused us!" She clenched her fists and emphasized with her stubborn face.

The third... until No.20,

The next question was unexpected.

None of the children in Gawain's House said anything bad about the orphanage.

There were even a few boys who looked like wolf cubs, who shook their faces at the high-ranking sheriff.

Chapelle had never seen such a strange phenomenon.

In his memory, he couldn't find a clean orphan in any orphanage, and there were more or less child abuse behaviors, beatings, scolding or deprivation of food, and even more serious ones.

No way, in this day and age, it's not easy to have enough food. With so many mouths, isn't it allowed to have a little temper?But sometimes, orphanage operators have very bad temper and character.

The children will suffer bad luck.

Even in the orphanage of Eternal Flame, the priests in the courtyard were rigid and unreasonable, and the food provided was only enough for the children to barely fill their stomachs.

The tallest man is full of complaints.

But the situation in the Gawain House is completely different...the children's spiritual outlook is not like that of orphans...they seem to grow up in a happy and happy family.

……

The questioning was fruitless, but the priestess who examined the children made a new discovery.

"Witcher, you keep saying that you have never abused children..." Chapelle asked aggressively, "Then what happened to the bruises on their bodies!?"

The witcher didn't speak, but the butcher straightened the cockscomb head and chimed in.

"Your Excellency Chapelle, this is not normal. Some orphans are mischievous because they lack education, and they are not allowed to clean up? Then what do you ask people to do? Treat them as lords?!"

"Your Majesty Clive is right," the Beggar King rubbed his golden seal ring and nodded, "Birth parents have the right to discipline disobedient children, and now, as guardians of orphans, demon hunters also have the right to give appropriate discipline! What's more, these injuries are not serious." The Beggar King glanced at the little Karl who was unwilling to be undressed by the priestess.

Sparse bruises were exposed on the boy's back and thighs, and some old injuries could still be seen.

The Beggar King pretended to say, "Even if you go to the city council court and hire a professional lawyer to fight the lawsuit, the demon hunter will win the case 100%!"

The sheriff rubbed his chin and fell silent.

"Your Excellency Chapelle clearly learned that this is not a beating injury..." Serrit came out from among several demon hunters and explained, "This is when the children were training and fell from a wooden post, or a wooden post. The wounds from the sword, you should be able to see, only five children were wounded."

"Children from ordinary families always have to learn a skill... If they learn a little swordsmanship, they can at least be a mercenary in the future."

Chapelle glanced at the priestess, who nodded at him.

But he was still not satisfied, his cold eyes swept across a group of children.

He got to the bottom of it and said persistently,

"This matter is still inconclusive and needs further investigation."

"Master Sheriff!" A clear and crisp child's voice suddenly exploded among the children.

A girl with blond braids and picturesque eyes ran out of the phalanx and stood in front of the demon hunter under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Stretch out your hands, like a little hen spreading its wings to protect its calf.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes flickered with fear, but quickly turned firm.

"Don't wrong the teacher! They never abused me!"

"There is no one who takes care of us as gently and considerately as they do." Vicky blushed, pointing her slender and transparent index finger at the tall and thin sheriff, growling at him,

"The teacher is my family, and the orphanage is my home!"