Demon Hunter and His Hut

Deep in the woods.

A group of people on horseback stopped in a clearing.

"Just here."

A middle-aged man with a beard in the lead said in a deep voice.

"Look around and make sure no one else breaks in by mistake."

After listening to his words, several young people got off the horse and quickly disappeared into the woods.

After a long time, several young people returned to their original places.

"Sir, it's very quiet here. After a while, we'll send someone to stay around." Someone replied.

"Very well, Mr. Captain attaches great importance to this selection. The Knights need some fresh blood, but we cannot lower the selection standard because of this."

"How many candidates are there this time?"

"Two."

"Very good." The middle-aged man nodded. "You will be responsible for guiding them into there in a while, remember to be careful not to let them see the flaws."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lehard."

The young man was a little excited, "I take the liberty to ask, sir, which page are we using for this selection?"

Hearing his words, the people around also pricked up their ears.

"Is this something you can inquire about?"

The middle-aged Lehard raised his beard and pretended to be angry.

"Haha, sir, we are also curious."

Young people don't care.

"After all, we came this way step by step."

He looked around, "Don't say you're not curious."

The young man pointed at one of the black guys in the hat, "Relson, when you were in the selection process, which page did you get selected?"

The black guy called Ryerson smiled, he glanced at Lehard, and when he saw that the latter didn't respond, he raised a finger with a smile.

"The first page."

"Oh?"

"Everyone is interested."

"What kind of story is that?"

"Frog prince."

The black guy replied, and then a pained expression appeared on his face.

"Damn it, it took me a long time to forget that huge ugly toad covered in pus..."

"Hell, you reminded me of this horrible experience again."

From the look on his face, he clearly wasn't joking.

"Haha." Everyone laughed.

"I remember that in the story of the frog prince, it's not all scary monsters. It's really unforgettable when the prince turns into a monster."

"But there is also a lovely and kind princess in the story."

someone said.

"Oh,

God! "

Ryerson let out an exaggerated cry, "Look what you mentioned, princess, damn it, I don't want to hear that word again."

"He successfully destroyed all my fantasies about the princess."

"At first I really thought I could spend a romantic night with this beautiful princess, but it turned out..."

Ryerson shuddered.

"God! Can you imagine how it feels when the dense pustules are popping on your body?"

"Stop, stop talking!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

At this moment, someone suddenly asked: "Which of you selected the twelfth page during the assessment."

"12 pages? What kind of story is that?"

"Cinderella."

"Wow, crystal slipper, that sounds pretty good."

Everyone looked at each other, but all shook their heads.

"What's wrong? Is there anything special about this story?"

The person who asked the first question shook his head.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

"When a friend of mine was doing the assessment, it happened to be this story, and no one knew what he experienced in the story."

"After coming out of there, he started to like men."

"Oh, poor boy."

Someone sighed, "He may have hurt his ass by the princess's crystal slipper..."

Thinking of that terrifying picture, everyone couldn't help shivering.

"Okay, shut up, lads."

"Go and do business, prepare in advance, our assessment is about to begin."

Lehard stopped the crowd from frolicking.

"But sir, you haven't told us the page number that was drawn in this assessment?"

"It's a secret!"

Lehard stared, "You can only tell you after the assessment begins, and you are not allowed to reveal a word to those who participated in the assessment."

"Don't worry, sir."

Everyone looked straight and said in unison.

Lehard nodded in satisfaction.

"Are the rules still the same as every year?"

someone asked.

Lehard nodded.

"Killing monsters, we can judge the overall strength of the examiner based on this, but his choices and judgments in the whole process can tell his character and character."

"For the Knights of the Round Table, this is even more important."

"I hope you can keep that in mind."

"Okay, let's get ready."

After listening to Lehard's order, everyone began to get busy.

"Matt."

Lehard shouted softly, "Bring the two children over to prepare."

"Pay attention to proportions, everything is careful."

The young man called Matt nodded, and it didn't take long for him to bring two young men with nervous expressions.

There is a shield embroidered on the clothes of the arms of the two. The background of the shield is brown, and there are some wood textures on it.

The upper part is two crossed swords, the tips of the swords touch, which symbolizes the oath and war of the Knights of the Round Table.

Putting the two swords together is like a dome that shelters from the wind and rain. Below the dome is a half-arc in the shape of a meniscus, and an inverted Y-shaped pattern passes through the middle of the arc of the meniscus.

From the outside, it looks like a figure kneeling on the ground with open hands, praying for shelter, combined with the crossed swords and the shield that forms the entire outline.

The meaning of the pattern is self-evident.

This is exactly the mark of the Knights of the Round Table. Although the two have not yet entered the Knights, they have already made all preparations.

For their behavior, Matt chose to turn a blind eye, and after instructing the two of them, he led them through the trees and walked in one direction.

"It's about to start."

Everyone's expressions became tense.

Lehard stood on a hillside and blew the whistle in his mouth, and the crisp sound was transmitted along the wind.

But what no one knew was that when Matt walked into the depths of the bushes with the two reserve knights, a figure like a dead tree flashed from the forest.

At this time, the sky had dimmed, and the vague figure seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment. He waved his hand, and the plants around him seemed to come alive.

Where no one noticed, the scene gradually changed.

Matt, who didn't know anything about this, continued to walk forward, but what he didn't know was that he had unknowingly deviated from the original direction.

After calculating the time, Matt quietly blew the whistle on his neck, but no sound came out, but Lehard in the distance knew everything.

His expression became solemn, and he solemnly took out a black box, tore off the twine wrapped around the surface of the box, and Lehard took out a slightly yellowed page from it.

A line of words is clearly displayed in the most striking part of the page.

"16 - Little Red Riding Hood."