The Divine Hunter

"Lord Olof, Lord Francis, Lord Clifford, and a few master witchers!"

"You all gathered in the suburbs, preparing to hold a martial arts tournament?"

"Build another Willie Manor ruins?"

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 witcher, and said solemnly, "Several masters, unfortunately, someone reported that you colluded with Your Excellency Olof to conduct harmless experiments in the orphanage and torture innocent vagabonds! "

In the crowd, Gawain Samsa's face paled slightly, the fear in his eyes flashed away, and he couldn't help but retreat behind the demon hunter.

He hasn't had a close encounter with the "head of all evil" Chapelle for two years.

The sheriff's stern tone and cold eyes were different from what he remembered. Gawain Samsa could hear the sound of blood flowing and inhuman mourning just by looking at him.

But this time the action was very strange. The silverware that never left Chapelle's belt disappeared.

Gawain's expression changed and he fell into contemplation.

And several witchers glanced at the eternal fire guards who surrounded the dwarves, the beggars, and the collectors.

But then, Serrit winked, "Don't get excited, guys... Now things are developing beyond expectations, let's wait and see."

"Think about the kids."

Several witchers could not help but relax.

"Your Excellency Chapelle, I think you have misunderstood..." The Beggar King stepped forward and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Before you came, Clifford and I were also deceived by an anonymous letter-in the letter, the devil-hunter was bitterly stated. man's sinful deeds."

"We believe it and come to the orphanage to verify."

"Any conclusion?" Chapelle asked.

"It's all nonsense in there! We inspected the entire orphanage,

No trace of evil experiments could be found! "

"That's a smear, a prank! Someone is making fun of us!"

After a long silence, Chapelle raised his light eyebrows and stepped into the guardrail of Gawain's house surrounded by three subordinates and a priestess. beware. "Your Excellency, can you lend me the letter for a look."

Chapelle glanced at the two letters in his black leather gloved hands.

He took out the third letter from his arms.

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

"Francis, Cliff, you should know what's wrong with deceiving the Eternal Fire?"

Chapelle said half-threateningly, "Even if the two are extraordinary, they must not taint the inextinguishable flame with lies!"

"I promise by the reputation of the king of the rotten forest." The beggar king did not change his face, "Everything I said is true!"

"I swear!" the butcher roared irritably. "If it's a lie, I'll cut my own fucking tongue out!"

Chapelle nodded, then shook his head again,

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

He waved his hand suddenly.

The temple guards outside the courtyard flooded in like a flood,

The witchers looked at each other.

Chapelle said,

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

"Get all the kids together at the same time, I mean all the kids! We'll have to question each other, check the body! Make sure they haven't been abused!"

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

"Also, I declare in advance that there are two thieves in the toilet who stole children, and they are just handed over to the sheriff!"

...

The sun rose to the center of the sky, and in the past, when the Gawain House enjoyed lunch, there was no sound at this time.

The courtyard was crowded with people, as dense as the busy worker ants in the ant nest.

The surging crowd squeezed every inch of the space, in and out of the five houses.

Even with the flowers outside the yard and the cultivated field, a group of people bent over and groped.

They put on a posture of digging three feet into the ground, as if they would never stop until they found some underground secret rooms and corpses.

The chicks in the poultry pen were driven to chatter.

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

The small faces were dizzyingly looking at the crowds that shuttled back and forth, and at the same time, they were watching their pets nervously, but they were not afraid.

Chapelle crossed the crowd and went straight to the child.

"How many masters, are all the children of the orphanage here?"

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

"Well, that's right..."

A gentle smile squeezed out of his cold cheeks, and he clapped his palms.

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

"Don't be afraid, I'll ask you a few questions...For the sake of your future life...Please be sure to explain."

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

"Stop, come one by one, and answer the question of this lord obediently. We can continue the class after asking!" Vesemir smiled relaxedly.

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

"What's your name, boy?"

"Arkhamtom."

Chapelle turned to face the six witchers, "Masters, can I bring him over to question him?"

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

...

"Arkhamtom?" In the corner of the yard, ten meters away from the crowd, Chapelle squatted half-squatting, raised the corner of his mouth, and forced a smile on his mean cheek, "You came to Gawain's house with nearly two Is it a month?"

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

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

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

"The food is good, the living is good, the teachers are amiable, and my friends take good care of me."

"Are you sure?" The corner of Chapelle's mouth twitched. "The teacher at the orphanage... the witcher, never beat or scolded you?"

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

"Don't worry, think about it slowly, and recall carefully..." Chapelle lowered his voice and pointed at the constant stream of temple guards, "Don't worry about being overheard by your teacher, see, these soldiers are all here To protect you. I swear, even if you tell the truth, the witcher won't dare touch you a finger!"

"No!" Arkhamtom's tone was extremely determined.

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

Instead, he looks like a fanatic of a certain church.

Look at this little red face.

The head is full of energy, and the posture is high.

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

"Did the witcher let you drink some weird herbs? Or devour something else, mice, insects?!"

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

"Tsk tsk...Little guy, your will is quite strong, next one!"

the second…

A girl with braided horns and missing two front teeth, named Renee, looked at his smiling face, with freckles swimming like tadpoles in a pond.

"Renie, dear, as long as you can say anything about the mistreatment of you by the Gawain House... I'll take you to the eternal fire."

"The church raised you up, and you will become a respectable and noble priest of eternal fire, an idol for children, and the focus of everyone's attention." Chapelle's tone was gentle and persuasive.

"Everyone will respect you and love you!"

"Speak it out, as long as you speak the truth!"

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

"Just tell the truth."

"I don't know how to make up stories, Gao Wen's family has never abused us!" She clenched her pink fist tightly and raised her stubborn little face to emphasize.

The third... all the way to the twentieth,

The next question was unexpected.

None of the orphans in Gawain's House said a bad word about the orphanage.

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

Chapelle had never seen such a strange phenomenon.

In his memory, in any orphanage, he could not find a clean and unsullied one, with more or less abuse of children, beatings, scolding or deducting food, and even more serious ones.

No way, in this day and age, it's no longer easy to get enough to eat. With so many mouths, is it not allowed to have a little temper? But sometimes the orphanage operators have a very bad temper and character.

The children will suffer.

Even in the orphanage of Eternal Fire, the priests are rigid and unreasonable, and the food provided is only enough for the children to barely fill their stomachs.

All of them were full of complaints.

But the situation in Gawain's house is completely different... The children's mental outlook is not like that of orphans... They seem to grow up in a big happy and happy family.

...

The questioning was fruitless, but the priestess who checked the children's bodies made new discoveries.

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

The witcher didn't speak, but the butcher straightened the cockscomb head to help.

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

"Your Majesty Clifford is right," the beggar king nodded, rubbing his golden seal ring, "the biological parents have the right to teach disobedient children, and now the witcher, as the guardian of the orphans, also has the right to give proper instruction! Besides, these injuries are not serious." The Beggar King glanced at little Carl, who was reluctant to have his clothes removed by the priestess.

There were sparse bruises on the boy's back and thighs, and some old wounds 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 file a lawsuit, the witcher will win 100% of the case!"

The sheriff fell silent, rubbing his chin.

"Your Excellency Chapelle knows that this is not a beating..." Serret greeted several witchers and explained, "This is when the children fell off a wooden stake, or a wooden sword when they were training. The injuries caused, you should be able to see, only five children were injured."

"Children from ordinary families always have to learn a skill... They learn a little swordsmanship, and at least they can live as mercenaries in the future."

Chapelle glanced at the priestess, who nodded at him.

But he was not satisfied, his gloomy eyes swept over a group of children.

He got to the bottom of it and insisted,

"The matter is inconclusive and requires further examination."

"Mr. Sheriff!" A crisp childish voice suddenly exploded in the crowd of children.

A girl with blond braids and picturesque eyebrows trotted out of the square, blocking the witcher in front of everyone's astonished eyes,

Extend your hands like a little hen spreading her wings to protect her calf.

He pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with fear, but he quickly turned firm.

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

"There is no one who takes care of us as tenderly and considerately as they do." Vicky's face flushed, and her slender and transparent index finger pointed at the tall and thin sheriff, roaring at him,

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

"You are not allowed to sabotage!"

The four reserve witcher apprentices headed by Monty rushed up immediately, and the thin and small body stood in front of the mountain-like witcher. Carl immediately broke free from the hand of the priestess and joined his friends, glaring furiously. He stared round and grinned, revealing his fine white teeth, like an angry lion cub.

But no deterrent.

Then other boys and girls.

Twenty children from the orphanage rushed up one by one.

Little hands hold little hands to form a human wall.

A dam of flesh and blood that is less than the height of an ordinary person's chest and is vulnerable to a single blow.

surrounded their teachers.

Facing a tall adult.

The sheriff in full armor, the sheriff, and the hundreds of temple guards behind him, and the surging crowd.

The innocent little faces were as tight as steel.

They resolutely shouted!

"Go away!"

"Don't destroy our home!"

"Don't hurt our relatives!"

"I don't want to wander anymore!"

At this moment, there were only children's voices one after another in the courtyard.

At this moment, twenty hearts were beating violently like never before.

The sheriff's face stiffened and stood still.

All adults were speechless.

After a long silent confrontation.

Vesemir suddenly sighed, turned his face, and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Aiden opened his mouth slightly, took a few breaths, and his heart was up and down.

He never imagined that there would be such a day when he would be protected by a group of children like radishes...

It feels amazing.

Is this the Witcher Brotherhood?

Even the children raised are so different.

"Kids, is your butt itchy again! Hide behind, the teacher doesn't need your protection!" Lambert's eyes flashed a touch of emotion, but his face was fierce and his mouth was ruthless, trying to hold the child behind him.

But he didn't dare to exert himself.

"Don't even think about it!" The orphans retorted him with unprecedented determination.

The three Snake faction exchanged glances, just about to speak.

"Quiet!" Chapelle suddenly shouted, and the temple guard behind him pulled out his sword with a "swoosh".

The sharp steel sword reflected the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

The dwarf held the warhammer in both hands.

The witcher surrounds the child.

For a while, the atmosphere in the field was tense.

"Put the sword away, you bastard!" Chapelle suddenly glared at the guard behind him, "The eternal fire gave you weapons, not for you to deal with innocent people and vulnerable groups!"

His glittering metallic eyes slowly swept across the five witchers, collectors, and the children in front of them who were terrified and trembling, but still stubbornly stretched out their hands to block in front of them.

"Several masters, I know that you hold a seal that controls people's hearts—"

He changed his words, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with emotion,

"But this time, I believe you are innocent!"

"Devils and beasts, there is absolutely no way to raise such brave and loyal children."

"It's even less possible to get their sincere love."

"Your Majesty, the wise sheriff, you have finally come to your senses!" The butcher said loudly and confidently at this time, the blood vessels in his neck were sticking out, and the spittle was flying, "We have already said that the letter was a slander, and it poured dirt on the witcher's head. water!"

"Someone wants to provoke the relationship between us, so that the witcher will be accused by thousands of people, and everyone will betray and leave!"

"So who is it?" Chapelle asked.

"I think you should meet a fat man."