The Divine Hunter

through the fog.

Letho of the Viper School appeared in a small room in a dark castle, with empty chests, blankets, pots and pans, and barrels of debris littered around the walls.

In the corner of the room, a small, thin boy in a gray linen coat like a prisoner stood on a wooden barrel with his back to him, tiptoeing laboriously, grasping the iron fence by the window above the wall, looking through the iron fence, greedy. staring at the bright sky outside the window.

"What are you doing, boy!"

The low, hoarse voice startled the boy and nearly fell off the barrel.

In the next second, his body stretched into a wooden stick, his palms pressed against his thighs, he lowered his head and stared at his toes, but quickly raised his head and glanced at the intruder, his eyes were clever and cunning.

"Sorry! Teacher, I didn't mean to hide here... I know I'm wrong, spare me once!"

"What teacher?"

The bald-headed man slowed down his tone, squeezed an ugly smile on his stiff Poker face, spread his hands, indicating that he was not malicious, and looked like a bloated and naive grizzly bear.

The boy clutched his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at the bald man like a little adult, "You thief, bald weirdo, where did you come in from, the door to the utility room is clearly locked, it's hard to follow Get in through the crack in the window?"

"Name..." Leto stressed.

"Humph! Ivar!"

Swah——

The big man's face changed suddenly, his cheeks tensed, his eyes stared like two amber lanterns, and a terrifying light like a knife flashed across the boy's slender face with a pointed chin.

A little familiar.

I could vaguely see the outline of Ivar in my memory, but instead of the iconic pair of evil eyes, they were replaced by popular brown eyes and single eyelids.

The boy was taken aback by him, he retreated to the corner, crossed his arms in front of his chest in a defensive gesture, and stared at the bald man,

"It's your turn! What's your name?"

"Lesso... what is this place?"

The boy's expression became more and more surprised, "Risberg Castle."

"how is this possible…"

The bald man muttered to himself and fell into contemplation. He returned to Lisberg hundreds of years ago and met the arrogant Grandmaster Ivar in his childhood?

Am I daydreaming?

"Why didn't you speak?"

"Ivar, how did you get here?"

"So many questions, like an old grandma!"

The boy pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment,

"Grandpa Cosimo brought me back..."

His expression suddenly became very complicated, grateful and scared.

"What about before?" The bald-headed man looked at the boy with gentle eyes.

"Bai Chang is so big, his brain is as stupid as a pig! Can't you see it? I... I was an orphan of war. After wandering for a long time, I was caught and tortured by traffickers and almost died. Fortunately, my grandfather rescued me in time. ."

When he mentioned human traffickers, he gritted his teeth, like a hungry wolf cub, with hatred in his eyes!

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

"I eat and drink, but those teachers force me to drink a bunch of colorful and messy herbs all day long. It's like a big dung. , check, exercise, and punish if you don't obey."

"Grandpa Cosimo, Uncle Arzu always tells us about plasticity." He cleared his throat, put one hand in front of his belly, imitating clumsily and comically, "Time will ask for a replacement, and aged clay will get harder and harder. , adults cannot be transformed, they can only collapse into slag, and only young life can have 'plasticity'

"If I hadn't been able to open my stomach to eat all the time, I would have escaped long ago!"

Risberg, Plasticity, Ivar.

Leto was determined.

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

He is witnessing the birth of the first witchers!

"Are there any other children besides you?"

A warm smile flashed across Ivar's face,

"There are still thirty-seven... Maddok... Jagoda... Elam... Missy... Aigar... Fural... Anahad... Some were orphans, some were sold to teachers by their parents. Now it's your turn Did I ask?"

...

Mist poured in like a tide, interrupting the next conversation.

...

Another dark room.

Vesemir finds himself in the same bizarre situation as Leto.

"You said your name was Ai Jia?"

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

There is a vague feeling of the great master of the wolf faction between this guy's eyebrows.

"Listen to what you mean, do you know another Aijia?" The boy looked at the strange face of the other party in surprise. He was old, but without a single hair, beard, or eyebrows, revealing a faint trace of strange kindness.

Vesemir was slightly absent-minded, unable to find Master Aiga in the fog, but saw his childhood.

Gentle palms caressed the boy's small head.

Just like Edgar once did to him.

"Aiga, where are your parents?"

"I, I was an orphan... I wandered around Cidaris, and Uncle Arzu brought me home."

"Do you like life here?"

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

"There are many brothers and sisters, and they have enough to eat, no one fights for a meal, everyone has several new sets of clothes... After drinking medicine, checking and training every day, everyone can play, hide and seek, draw together Drawing... much more fun than the wandering days of the past!"

Aijia's sickly blushing cheeks revealed a sincere joy, and the back of his left hand, which was placed outside the quilt, was covered with shocking pinholes and bruises.

Vesemir shook his head.

Poor child, is this enough?

If you go to Gawain's house, you will faint with happiness.

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

"But I'm also very happy! Everyone gets together in one room, it's never boring... Experiments are just a little sacrifice and price, and I'm totally fine!"

"I'm very grateful to Grandpa, I'm very grateful to everyone, and I want to stay in the castle forever if I can. I want to be with everyone forever!"

...

"Your fucking name is Anahad?!"

The cat vulture raised the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his gray-green pupils looked at the ten-year-old, tall and precocious boy with broad shoulders.

Under his clean shaved head, his green face had round eyes. When he widened his eyes, the whole room was illuminated by the sincere and happy light in his eyes.

He also has bushy eyebrows, a round nose, moderately thick lips, and a profile with a little baby fat.

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

When he grinned to reveal his baby teeth, the enthusiasm and frankness made Owl couldn't help but want to bend the corner of his mouth slightly.

What a cute little boy.

"Where did I offend you?"

Anahad mechanically held a dumbbell in his left hand, with a habitual bright smile on his face, looking at this weirdo who entered the castle training room from nowhere and called himself a vulture.

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

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

Anahad's face suddenly turned pale, revealing a vivid guilt, which made people feel inexplicably distressed.

"No, no, I got the wrong person." Owl shook his head.

"Maybe you're right... I took the initiative to leave my parents and my dear brothers and sisters who loved me. I am a ruthless person. "

"What do you mean by taking the initiative to leave?" Owl asked,

"This year's harvest is so bad, the crops are not harvested, the house is almost unable to open the pot, and the weather is abnormally cold... If it goes on like this, the five younger brothers and sisters will not be able to survive." Perhaps the person who usually lacks communication, Anahad covered his hands with his hands. Face said all the words in his heart in one breath, "I can't help it, someone has to make sacrifices."

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

"So, I sold myself to Grandpa Cosimo to leave the last money for the family. Enough to last through several years of famine and harsh winters."

"Sell yourself, you are such a genius!"

"Actually, it's not that bad here..." A bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Following Grandpa to Lisberg is at least better than being sold to Skellige. Maybe in a few years, when the teachers finish their experiments, I can still Go back and see your brothers and sisters."

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

The vulture shook his head, suddenly stepped forward and squeezed Anahad's neck forcefully, lifting him off the ground and kicking him, like a fish that was about to suffocate.

The owl's eyes are cloudy, and murderous is overflowing...

If Anahad's life ended now.

Will this guy show up in the future?

Before the mutation, he was still affectionate and righteous, but he drank the coldest decoction.

Killing him, to a certain extent, can be regarded as liberating him?

...

The bright light of the magic lamp illuminates the narrow desk in the corner of the room.

A ten-year-old boy was holding a small leather book and confronted a man opposite him.

He was tall and tall in a black cloak, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half of his face showed eyes with three-color pupils.

"This is Risberg? So you're Elan?" Cohen stared at the lifelike goshawk tattoo on the boy's side face, goose bumps all over his skin.

"Are you the new teacher? How come I've never seen you!"

Elam shielded the "Guide to the Virtues of Knights" to his chest, his eyes were vigilant,

I am your future disciple.

Cohen murmured in his heart, and then An endured the excitement of seeing the childhood idol, showing a sunny smile,

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

"Don't think about me, why should I tell you?!"

Ailan spat on the ground, his face was stubborn, and he shook his head disdainfully.

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

The sincerity of Cohen's words struck him.

"Whatever you say! Otherwise, if I don't sleep every day, I will attack you to death!"

Elan murmured, as if remembering a painful memory, a struggle appeared on his face with a high nose and deep-set eyes.

"What else?! My mother, a pirate from Skellige, who was more rude, grumpy, and more aggressive than most men, took me on a boat and raised me until I was ten years old, and when I inherited her temper, she instead Tired of me, can't stand me, when I'm a burden to eat and drink for free... Just when Alzu passed by, he made a high price and obeyed her!"

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

"Yes...my mother sold me."

"That hypocritical Arzu took me into the castle, threw me this broken book, let me study all day, talk about self-cultivation, and smiled at me falsely, saying that I was 'very similar' to him! But I know that he is secretly thinking of evil spirits, and he is using poison to harm me!"

This is really the founder of the Griffin who has a decent style in the future and is full of chivalrous virtues, Elan?

Cohen's mouth twitched.

Isn't this just like a cranky 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 Aden, the other stinky boys are a group of children who have not yet been weaned, fools who don't understand anything. They are obviously given a pile of poison every day and are treated as a sad test, but they are grateful to the mage! "

"You want to ask me how I get on with them? This castle is like a cowardly chicken coop, and they're those noisy, annoying roosters, hens, and cocks!"

Cohen was silent.

Although Elan spoke rudely, his words were not rude, and the drugs and poisons in the grass trial were no different. Especially as the first batch of experimenters, they used imperfect decoctions and suffered the greatest risk of death.

"Who is Jagoda?"

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

Elan had a small face and a serious look, as if he said it righteously.

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

Cohen remembered that none of the first witchers were girls.

Until later cat pie.

Alan took a deep breath when he heard the words, bit his nails nervously, a trace of worry appeared on his face,

"Yes! Twelve girls react more violently than twenty-six boys. Poison is more harmful to them!"

"The pain they endure is worse than having a baby!"

Ellen paused, looking straight at Cohen,

"It's time for you to exchange the promise. In any case, let Jagoda take a break, and don't let the mage give her medicine in the past two days - I beg you!"

"I try my best!"

Cohen's words were overwhelmed by fog.

However, the scenes in the mist appeared irregularly and with great leaps and bounds.

This is bound to be an unfulfilled promise.

...

A hazy drizzle shrouded the fortress among the cliffs.

Several magic 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 dense tombs, there was another new tomb——

A hunchbacked man is slowly filling a breathless, petite body with a shovel.

Her eyes were round, her facial features were distorted, and she maintained a horrified expression on her face, obviously suffering a lot of sins before her death.

Arzu took a deep breath and stroked the sheepskin booklet lightly with his fingernails, and Jagoda's name was cut in half.

Ten other cracked names can be seen beside this page.

"Do you regret it, Arzu?"

Cosimo looked at his disciple kindly.

"There is no regret. To eradicate the monsters in the world and save all compatriots, sacrifice and price must be paid! This is also their trial. Their previous life was miserable and pitiful, just like ants, ignored by everyone and insignificant. .But as long as they survive, they will transform, have superhuman strength, and better survive in this dark world."

He put away the roster, an old lily badge appeared in his palm, and his five fingers slowly squirmed and rubbed, "I have a hunch that there will be winners in this mutation transformation!"

After firm words.

The screams came one after another.

More than 20 operating tables were filled with "trials", all of whom were less than ten years old, with leather straps bounding their limbs. Coughing, wheezing, sobbing in trembling.

People wearing surgical aprons and beak masks shuttled back and forth in front of the operating table, carrying bottles of boiling potions and pouring them into the testers' mouths.

Fingers flashed colorful magical auras, swept across the body of the subject, and recorded data.

...

Roy stood at the entrance of the laboratory, and the fog buried his figure.

During this time he witnessed a series of brutal experiments by the mages in Risberg.

Compared with the grass trial at Gawain's House, the blood and pain here are ten times higher.

A variety of appalling drugs with uncertain risks were poured into the tester's body.

Sadly, he was powerless to intervene, and after multiple attempts, he was sure no matter what efforts were made in the previous scene.

It's hard to have the slightest influence on the next scene.

He became a total, hidden bystander in the dark.

His eyes were sympathetic, and he glanced over the operating tables with a little empathy.

A group of young testers were either struggling and wailing, or screaming in horror, or convulsing like epilepsy, spitting blood and foam, or crying silently.

Among the group of mages, in addition to Arzu and Cosimo, he also saw the familiar Altolan.

"Grandpa Cosimo! Uncle Arzu, I'm so hurt, I'm dying! Help me! Help!"

Ivar wailed desperately, then roared fiercely,

"I haven't killed all the damn traffickers in the world, I haven't ended all wars, I don't want to die!"

"My Jagoda, give her back to me! You beasts, demons!"

The tears and snot on Elan's face drowned out the side face tattoo, and he glanced at a group of experimenters with split canthals, and his eyes were burning with anger!

"Uuuu..." Aijia on the operating table swayed like a fish jumping ashore, constantly turning his head to look at his companion who was tortured to death.

"Hold on, brothers!"

Even though he was in such pain, he still weakly cheered for everyone, "Live! Not one of them!"

Anahad straightened his body, his eyelids twitched, his temples stinged like needles, his eyes crooked and his mouth slanted, and his head was sweating profusely. As if a knife was cutting his flesh one by one!

In front of him, there was a scene of family parting.

"Dad, Mom, Fraser, Kadur, wait for me, wait for me to come back!"

Roy sighed and turned his eyes to the shadow on the other side of the door.

He always felt that there was someone there.

But he can't see...

at the same time,

Lesso, Vesemir, Cohen, and Vulture, who were hiding in the fog of the same gate, all looked at each other's positions.

Although they were all at the door of the laboratory, they could not see a single hair of the other party.

It seems to be separated by a mysterious barrier, and it seems that they are not in the same world.

...

The mist is changing and creeping.

Time flies in the blink of an eye.

In the brightly lit laboratory, the scene of the first green grass trial in history moved forward rapidly

Every time the witchers blinked, the trial passed for days.

Experimenters wearing beak masks kept giving drugs, inspecting, and transporting corpses.

There are more and more tombs under the castle, and fewer children on the operating table.

On the thirtieth day, all the girls in the testers died, leaving only twenty boys. They scratched their clothes frantically at times, yelled, and were eerily quiet at other times.

On the fiftieth day, five more left, and the remaining fifteen boys fell into a deep coma without exception. Rarely wakes up and starts to vomit until only bile remains in the vomit.

On the seventieth day, ten children remained, with epileptic seizures, bleeding from seven holes, and dull eyes.

Over the next two weeks, five more names were crossed out from Arzu's roll, but the remaining symptoms gradually stabilized.

His breathing was steady, his face flushed.

Ninety days later.

The five remaining boys of the original thirty-eight children woke up from the nightmarish trial sweating profusely, their eyes numb.

The pupils are colorful, vertical and sharp, like a beast.

The five first-generation witchers were born under the witness of their descendants in the mist——

They are called Maddok, Elam, Aigar, Ivar, Anahad...

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