God-level Demon Hunter

The bald man bent his back slightly towards the witcher, and asked flatteringly,

"Unfortunately, these children are really too shy, like a group of shrinking turtles, shrinking into their shells at the slightest sign of trouble, and I have no time to ask." Arkham clamped the precious doll on his elbow, Looking at the bald man's face, the morning light showed the thick soft hair on his face, but there was no expression of relief.

He wasn't worried about the witcher's private inquiries,

"Your Excellency Karl has ruled out the suspicion of Priest Xinni. There is not even a hair left on the two monsters, so is there no way to complete the purification before dark today?"

"That depends on how cooperative you are!"

"Just ask, I promise to tell you everything!"

Arkham thought for a while,

"Just now I saw a 15-year-old girl with blond hair and brown eyes. She reminded me of a friend, so I was a little curious about her life experience and how she came to the temple."

"A poor little girl, Angulan." Although the big man wondered why he asked such a digression, he answered honestly, "A noblewoman gave birth to her quietly. It's a pity that this mother's vanity far outweighs her sense of responsibility. I am willing to give my illegitimate daughter half a share of warmth, and bring her to foster care with a distant relative in Lower Soden when she was five or six years old..."

"No wonder this girl is so vigilant."

Arkham felt the same about this. A child who left his parents was like a rootless duckweed. Even if he had distant relatives to take care of him, he could barely survive starvation.

In comparison, I was much luckier. I was absorbed by the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters. From a runny-nosed kid to a powerful warrior, I had the power to protect myself and survive in troubled times.

Practice limited justice!

"Then the Nilfgaardian army invaded the north, and the Battle of Sodden Mountain broke out, and that area was affected by the war. During the war, no one could tell what would happen tomorrow, so they fled northward with their families to Kovir and Povis. "

The bald-headed man looked outside the garden fence, where a bunch of kale was tenaciously blooming under the cold morning wind, and rose-red waves rippling in the white snow.

"It was a long journey, and they suffered a lot from being hungry and full. When they passed by the Pine Forest District, the family felt that they would not be able to support Angulan even if they entered the city. The little girl who was only 12 years old at that time was regarded as a burden and was discarded in the At the gate of the temple..."

The big man wiped away the almost non-existent tears at the corners of his eyes, "All her relatives abandoned her, but she chose to fall into the arms of our Lord, thus ending the fate of tossing and wandering."

He opened his arms towards the dormitory and said emotionally,

"Now that she has gained a stable life, I, Ms. Daisy, and Brother Dino are definitely more responsible and reliable than her unqualified mother and heartless distant relatives!"

"So she was abandoned twice?"

"Is it strange? All the children here have similar experiences. They lost their families in the war, became orphans, or their families went bankrupt, their parents couldn't support them, and they lived on the streets and in the wilderness. To tell you the truth, more than one third of them were killed Dumped twice, and even one boy was dumped three times!"

"But the temple took them in benevolently and selflessly." The big man said firmly, "If the children never leave and firmly believe in our Lord, this will be their home for the rest of their lives. I, Dino, and Priest Daisy are all Their forever family!"

Arkham felt a little contradictory, and told him intuitively that the big man's statement came from the heart, but Angulan didn't like the Temple of Lebioda that much before.

"It can be seen that you have no talent in taking care of children, and you have raised them to be as timid as mice."

"That's not all our responsibility," Bruzzi slowed down his speech and rubbed his neck, "The children suffered too much before entering the temple, and the harsh environment greatly hurt their young bodies and minds. It leads to such a cautious character. It’s not an old saying that sometimes the shadow of childhood will cover the whole life.”

The big man stopped talking and looked not far away. Carl, the priestess, and Dino, who were carrying the burden of bones, walked out of the house side by side after discussing. Karl shook his head regretfully at his companion. Obviously, the long talk was fruitless. But he blinked secretly at him.

Arkham got a lot of inspiration from Angrun, such as the puppet she mentioned at the end, and the tattoo of the black Grebar... But there are still many doubts.

Instead, he suggested a visit to the temple.

The priestess readily agreed, and accompanied the two to visit all the buildings: the courtyard, the kitchen, the hall, the bathroom, the latrine, and the prayer room. The process was lacklustre, and even if the witcher's senses were fully activated, he could not find a single paw print or spider web .

everything is normal.

The last turn is the children's dormitory.

Arkham took the opportunity to make another request, "I talked to Angulan before, and I have no chance to communicate with other children. They are very shy. Priest Daisy, please call them together."

The woman brushed her hair and pleaded,

"No problem, but I hope that the two of you will be gentle and considerate. Fate has placed too much blame on them, and they shouldn't be hurt any more!"

"Don't worry, we were once orphans too, we understand the pain." Arkham and Karl said in unison,

……

In the snow-covered white courtyard, eighteen children lined up in a square formation under the eaves.

Arkham saw the familiar Angulan at the end of the team. The girl stretched her neck and looked at the horses in the shed unwillingly, ignoring the two witchers.

The rest of the children had disheveled faces and timid expressions, shrunk their shoulders, and under the colorful and worn-out cotton jackets, their malnourished bodies were as thin as bamboo poles, with slightly hunched backs.

The scrutiny of the two strangers made them restless, with flickering eyes, pinching hands, turning toes, grinding teeth, and all kinds of strange images.

The priestess stood among the children in a robe, and several children crowded around her tightly, pulling at the hem of her skirt and the hem of her clothes, and were very close to her, just like children relying on their mother.

"Children, for the safety of the temple, next, you must answer the questions of the two masters honestly! If anyone's answer can help catch the murderer, there will be an extra potato for dinner!"

After these words, the eyes on the pale and restless little faces became bright, with a little more expectation.

Arkham didn't talk nonsense, held up the puppet, looked around, "Has anyone seen it?"

A piece of small head shook, like a dragonfly skimming over the surface of a lake.

"You say it, buddy."

Arkham pointed to the boy at the head of the team with a few small freckles dotted between the bridge of his nose. He didn't look very smart, he was as thin as a chicken cub.

The moment he was called, he stayed where he was as if struck by lightning.

"Du Lan, speak out loudly like a man!" The bald man pushed him out of the crowd with his huge fan-like palm.

Cold sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, scratching his ears and cheeks nervously, looking left and right, shaking his head,

"No, I haven't seen it!"

There was a hint of crying in his tone, and he looked at his companions around him for help, but a group of people retreated and isolated him.

"Poor kid, don't be afraid, we won't chop your head off, come and tell me." Arkham waved at him seemingly casually, and when he approached slowly, the positions of the three temple managers When it fell behind him.

Arkham stretched out his left hand to press his left cuff like lightning, and grabbed his skinny little hand with his right hand, and exerted strength lightly and quickly in opposite directions.

Concealed and quickly opened his sleeve, glanced at it, and immediately closed it——

Black Grebar!

Inky spider web tattoo!

The whole process was so silent that even the boy didn't notice it. Others only saw Arkham stuffing a piece of jerky into the boy's palm.

"Let's eat, I'll give you a gift. Are you feeling better now? Then tell me, what's your name, how old are you this year, and how many years have you been in the temple?"

"Lampaya, 12 years old... Um... I, I have been here for four years."

"So during this period, has the temple been attacked from outside by something? Think carefully."

Arkham raised his voice, making sure everyone could hear, he induced,

"Maybe you can't name them? I'll give you a hint, bobcat, snow leopard, giant tarantula, or something like that!"

Lampaya suddenly looked back at Priest Daisy, encouraged by her motherly smile, and said tremblingly,

"No, if... If I have seen those things, I will definitely have an impression, and I will never forget them in my life!"

Arkham nodded, raised his chin, let him return to the crowd, and exchanged a look with Karl again.

"Anyone have any other answers?"

Two pairs of amber vertical pupils swept across the crowd - a tall and thin man with gray hair, a short man with a snub nose and buck teeth, a silly little girl with pigtails... The children who were caught were all Like a little quail blown by the cold wind, shaking and shaking its head.

"Should your lords believe us?" Dino said, stroking his bushy beard, "No one has ever seen a cat, a spider!"

"That unfortunate accident," Bruzzi agreed, "is completely gone, without leaving a trace, let the past pass. The most urgent thing is to find another way to purify the two bones on your back."

"Maybe you are right." Arkham pondered, "But there is another possibility!"

His voice paused, then became penetrating and touching,

"Children, is there something threatening you, forcing you, and preventing you from telling the truth?!"

"See the sword behind us?"

"Hundreds of monsters standing in front of us were all cut down by the sword." Arkham said in a forceful tone, "Just say what you want, we are responsible for your safety!"

In an instant, needles could be heard in the courtyard, only the breeze was blowing and the snowflakes were fluttering.

The children held their breath with pale faces, and lowered their heads in silence.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency!" The bald man showed an absurd expression. He was deeply hurt by this question. You have fulfilled all the orders of the position, and you are still questioning us? Doubting our sincere dedication to these children?!"

"You misunderstood, I didn't blame the three, I was referring to something lurking in the dark, understand?" Karl reluctantly explained.

"Why is your Excellency still unwilling to believe us?"

Deep sadness appeared on Daisy's fair and pretty face, tears welled up in her eyes, her shoulders trembled,

"Is it wrong for us to take in these orphans, feed them, and educate them?"

"Could it be that in the eyes of you demon hunters, everything is so sharp, black and white? Either justice or evil!"

At this moment, the children around her seemed to be strongly stimulated.

All the cowardice on his face disappeared, and his face became tense, showing disgust and anger.

Some invisible force drove them to surround the two demon hunters step by step.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes glared at them, gnashing their teeth.

Including Angulan, but there was a hint of pleading on her distorted face.

"Let's go, witcher!"

The young and sharp voices passed through the quiet courtyard one after another, shaking the pine branches, and the snow fell to the ground!

"Don't slander our family!"

"You are not welcome in the temple!"

They roared hoarsely, shouting!

"leave!"

"leave!"

Arkham and Karl were in the center of the torrent, and their faces turned pale for a moment. Since they became demon hunters, they had never struggled and hesitated like this.

As long as you swing your sword, this group of fragile flesh and blood will wither in an instant.

But they seemed to be facing an unstoppable tsunami, and retreated step by step, almost retreating into the stable.

In their minds, the scene from a few years ago, when all the brothers and sisters of the Gawain family stood in front of the witcher teacher in the outskirts of Novigrad, facing the team of the eternal flame, the beggar king, and the butcher.

How similar.

At that time, they were also so resolute, but are the two really the same?

Are we wrong to ask the bottom line?

Did the two children in the cellar die in vain?

Are the struggles and entanglements in Angulan's body fake?Just give up?

No, he had other options.

"Sorry!" Carl took several deep breaths, forced himself to remain calm, and looked at the pale-faced Arkham.

"We're leaving right away!"

"We leave immediately!"

Chapter 7 The Black Grebar

Angulan looked at the backs of the two knights riding their horses and disappearing deep in the pine forest, the look in their eyes dimmed.

She leaned against the outer wall of the dormitory and sighed in the cold wind, her slender body under the thick padded jacket seemed even smaller and weaker.

The rest of the children stared around the statue of Lebioda in the yard, as if the witcher had never been here.

"This time it's been a smooth ride through the crisis?"

The big bald man leaning against the fence by the yard looked away and asked uncertainly,

"Why are you so serious? Smile! Anyway, the two stunned greens took away the bones and dolls, and the reappearance of demon spirits is also their trouble." Dino said, shaving his sharp teeth with the nail of his little finger,

"Don't take it lightly... You have never seen the power and difficulty of a demon hunter, but I have a deep understanding in Vizima." Daisy shot a touch of fear and resentment in her eyes, and turned to the bald man, "Follow up and see, Make sure they're gone for good. But don't disturb them."

The bald man tilted his body and rushed out suddenly, disappearing into the dense forest like a gust of wind.

The priestess confessed to the bearded man solemnly,

"Dino... let the children prepare, there will be people coming to the city in another day."