The Divine Hunter

In the garden in the sun.

Three playboys are bullying a skinny boy of eight or nine years old - fluffy and slightly curly black hair, brown eyes, high nose bridge, red lips and white teeth.

Dressed just as gorgeously, maybe a bit related to the bully.

The boy had a few red and swollen slap prints on his fair face, and sat on the grass with his head down, still being pushed and abused by them.

Occasionally look up, then continue to endure in silence.

"Look, your mother can't stand this ugly face, so it's like throwing garbage, throwing away your swaddle!" A fat man with an upturned nose and freckles pinched his chin. , red marks appear on the skin.

"You don't belong to the Burns family!" A haughty boy with an awl-pointed chin kicked him in the back, and a black shoe print appeared on his white velvet coat, "Your mother is a A courtesan who takes off her skirts when she sees someone, mixed with a ghoul in the grave to give birth to a wild species like you!"

"Your father is not in our house, so you are not qualified to eat and drink at home! In the future, you are not allowed to pretend to be pitiful in front of your aunts and win their sympathy!"

"A slut born by a mother but not raised by a father!" The pointed nails of the girl in the princess dress poked his chest fiercely, as if to pierce his heart, "I will drive you out sooner or later! You should stay in the slums and be a beggar!"

"what!"

The girl felt that the pigtails on the back of her head had been pulled heavily, and turned her head angrily, puffing up her cheeks like a squirrel, and suddenly a flash of purple light flashed in front of her eyes, and her fingers danced like butterflies.

The two boys followed suit, their pupils reflecting the Axifa seal, and their expressions became stiff and sluggish.

There was a comical and eerie scene in the garden—two men and one woman in a circle like puppets, slapped each other, and at first counted out red-faced.

"You, who are you?!"

The boy freed from the "nightmare" was shrouded in a tall shadow - a slender man in a black cloak and two swords on his back.

The silver-gray pupils were as bright as stars.

Let him lose his mind.

"A lost 'tourist', you can call me Roy." The witcher squatted down and lifted the boy up, his slender palms patted the dirt on the other's back thoughtfully. "How about you, child?"

"I, my name is Casillas Burns." The boy curled up like a frightened quail, looking nervous and cramped at first, not knowing where to put his hands.

Until his brown eyes took a careful look at the mysterious visitor, the sun came from behind the boy and fell on Roy's face, making him look like the sun shining.

Two white jade-like hilts emerged from the back of his shoulders, which made the boy even more dazzled.

"Casillas, take the liberty to ask, where is this place and what time is it now?"

"Ah," the boy replied, ruffling the curly hair on the back of his head in surprise, "Maripo City, the year 913, the budding moon."

Roy's pupils froze.

So now is more than 350 years ago?

Mysterious fog took him to Maripo in the past, or a fantasy?

"What happened to Olic and the others?" The boy turned his head and glanced at his companions who were still slapping each other, with a worried look on his face,

The witcher shook his head, "Bullies deserve to be punished, but you don't need to worry, their faces will be swollen for a few days at most... Then again, don't you hate them?"

"They don't understand anything. They're just three spoiled children. What's there to care about. Besides, I should have been tested and tempered."

"What do you mean training?"

Casillas widened his eyes and asked expectantly,

"Is Your Excellency Roy a knight, come to save me on purpose and punish the bad guys!?"

"You may think so."

Roy didn't lie, he was a serious man, crowned by the goddess of the lake, and a knight by Lake Vizima.

"But why are you carrying two swords? It's not what the story says?"

"A hand used to punish bad people who have done many evils,

A handful of monsters used to punish the world. "

The boy's eyes suddenly turned into stars, and he looked at the witcher admiringly.

"You worship knights?"

"I don't have any other hobbies, and I don't have any friends. I just like to read stories about knights, and I swore to be one of them!" This child is a typical knight fanatic, with dirty little hands to his chest He took out the front of his shirt and took out a thin leather booklet as if offering a treasure. On the cover of the book was written "The Guide to the Virtues of Knights," written by Sir Matteo.

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help thinking of Grim, who kept the Knight's Creed on his lips anytime, anywhere.

He picked up the book and opened a few pages at will. I don't know how many times this old manual has been read. The corners and spine of the book are rubbed and pulped. Every page is full of tadpole-like notes. Still in good condition.

Seeing this, the boy grinned, revealing his teeth that were missing two front teeth. He had only been brutally bullied not long ago, but his smile was pure and sincere.

He said excitedly and excitedly,

"It is written in the book that knights walk in the city and the countryside, fighting for justice, fighting injustice, hoeing the strong and helping the weak! Through trials and trials, they will prove their noble virtues to people!"

"Is Your Excellency Roy doing a test of virtue?"

"It's really like a trial." The witcher was meaningful.

"Then, you... can you... give me a little guide by the way?" Casillas held the "Guide to the Virtues of Knights" with both hands on his chest, with a pious expression on his small face with a red slap, "I think Really be a knight."

"Being bullied and insulted so much, you still want to be a knight who is brave and helps others?" Roy asked curiously.

He couldn't understand why a child who was abandoned by his mother, ignored by a bunch of fathers, and ruthlessly bullied by his cousins ​​had such a bright ideal.

"Because being a knight can get everyone's recognition!" Casillas' clear voice was hard, his face was full of yearning, "No matter where you go, you will be welcomed, respected, and loved."

"As long as I become a knight, they..." He glanced at the children around him who were still slapping each other, a sourness surged from his nose, and his tone was a little choked, "They will no longer discriminate against me and bully me. "

Do you want to be a knight just to prove yourself?

The boy's eyes suddenly flushed with emotion, and he clenched his fists.

"And I...I can also protect more poor people who are misunderstood, humiliated, and need shelter."

"It's amazing." Roy gave Casillas a deep look. This time, the boy looked at him bravely,

"To become a knight, you can't just read books, you need to exercise well," Roy squeezed his small arm, which was not much stronger than a bamboo pole. "Otherwise, if the wind blows, you will fall, how can you fight bad people? If you are bullied, you have to resist, instead of being beaten blindly!"

"Can you teach me, I swear that I will keep training every day..." Those brown eyes burned with fighting spirit, "until I have my own trial!"

"Are you sure... wait, you actually have another more suitable choice..."

Roy's voice fell.

The world changes color in front of you.

The dissipating mist poured out from somewhere, penetrating this beautiful garden, and Casillas' little face with high spirits.

The environment turned grey again.

"Ugh…"

Roy's eyes flashed and his thoughts were like electricity.

To say that the scene just now was some kind of fantasy, it was all too realistic!

What kind of illusion can communicate with the intruder?

He still remembered Idalan's words clearly.

Go to the end to find the answer.

He continued to walk into the depths of the fog, and as expected, soon, the bright light of the "lighthouse" reappeared, piercing the fog and guiding him, but this time there was only one lighthouse.

There is no other choice.

...

Under the gloomy sky, the cold wind whistled through a narrow alley outside the downtown area.

A tall, handsome boy wearing a short knight-style jacket with slightly curly black hair blocked the three big-armed, round-waisted, slender-faced local ruffians who came from the alley.

"Refund all protection fees immediately!" He held a nanmu stick, his young face was just and awe-inspiring, the Buddha was shining with sacred golden light, and his magnetic voice exuded an indomitable momentum, "Everyone has paid transaction tax! You are not eligible. , and there is no reason to impose additional fees!"

"Hey! The illegitimate son of the Burns family, haven't played enough games yet?" The bald man squeezed his fist impatiently, "The first two times, for your family's sake, we will spare you a yard. !"

"You think we're bullies?" He puffed out his biceps, which were almost twice as thick as the boy's, under his sleeveless jacket, showing the boy's pale gums, "Casillas Burns, this time. If I die without knowing how to flatter myself, I swear to fulfill you!"

"That stunned green?" asked a new man next to him, wearing a green turban and a hooked nose.

"That's right, a big fool who pretends to be a knight apprentice and makes the whole city go crazy." The dark-skinned man said sarcastically, "In the past two years, I have seen this guy covered in blood at least ten times. Lying in the middle of the road, in the gutter, unconscious."

"It's all the fault of meddling, but he... tsk tsk, he has been beaten dozens of times! Instead of being afraid, he is getting more and more excited!"

"Are you a born imbecile or a brain-dead, masochist?" The bald man took out a wooden stick with table legs from his waist, tapped the stick lightly on the palm of his hand, and took a step toward the boy, "You can't use your brain. Think about it, wide-eyed? No one needs you to do ridiculous justice in this place." Gu

"Even if you help them once, you don't get any gratitude. Everyone is laughing at you, your cousins, your uncles, aunts, all laughing at you behind your back, know why? Because every time you're stupid Your behavior will become a new topic of conversation in the tavern, bringing shame and shame to your loved ones! Do you know what the bards said about you?"

"The big fool of the Burns family, a group of fathers insist that no one recognizes you, but they are afraid that you are their seed, so they reluctantly let you stay in the family to make a living." The bald man hummed a bit meanly and playfully. , "How good is it to eat and drink honestly? I want to be a knight that everyone admires!"

The dark-skinned man advised, "Even if you want to be a knight, you should spend most of your time training your swordsmanship and finding a horse to ride, instead of wandering around the city and the countryside all day, minding your own business!"

Hook-nosed also asked curiously, "In order to protect a group of white-eyed wolves, you made so many ridiculous and stupid sacrifices, is it worth it?"

The young man stood in front of the three of them, took a deep breath, and retorted in a deep voice,

"The core of knighthood is not swordsmanship or riding, but the virtue of knighthood! I haven't done enough, not good enough, so I haven't been recognized by everyone!"

"No matter what your background, as long as your faith is pious enough, you can become a knight!"

His face glowed, self-motivated, and his tone gradually rose,

"Pain is just a trial of fate! In fact, all the people I helped have had a better life, and the first person to recognize me appeared. This is how I strive to practice chivalry. Meaning!"

A pretty face with black hair fluttering and full of gratitude appeared in front of him.

"You, you are only three civilians who work hard for food and clothing, but your forces are in the wrong direction... Crime can never bring true happiness."

The brown eyes shot a sincere and pure look, and a clear and upright voice echoed throughout the alley,

"Return the looted property immediately, and I will do my best to help you on the right path! I, Casillas Burns, swear by the name of the apprentice of knights!"

"I've had enough! Fuck the knight! Kill him!"

Three big men swung at them with wooden sticks.

Figures staggered in the alley, a series of collisions and muffled groans broke out, and a large amount of sweat fell on the dirty ground.

In the first round of contact, Casillas, with his rich combat experience and constant sword swing training, was the first to abolish one leg of the hook nose.

They fought for ten seconds under the punches and sticks of the three!

But the boy's body is not fully developed after all, and he has not received formal training.

second round.

The boy was first hit with a stick in his right arm and then kicked in his stomach.

The body froze in pain.

The dark-skinned tattooed man took the opportunity to hit him in the side of the face with a wooden stick.

The dazzling blood light poured out of the forehead, and it also dyed his sight red, and his body lay down like a broken kite.

Somewhere the invisible shackles shattered—

A scorching heat gushed out from the limbs.

boom!

The bald-headed man's arms were full of muscles, and he clenched the wooden stick in both hands, and slammed the back of the boy's head from top to bottom.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring hummed, and a white light flashed across the air.

Lightning bolts pierced through the bald head's waving arm, and the huge impact force completely exploded his forearm muscles.

The shattered bones were scattered all over the sky, and the scarlet muscles were scattered.

A dark shadow jumped off the wall in the distance.

But don't wait for him to flicker.

Boom!

A large piece of crimson flames rose from the side wall of the alley, frantically licking the walls and the ground, wrapping the three local ruffians in an instant.

In the terrifying wailing, the three flame figures fell madly and rolled on the ground.

But to no avail, the magical flames were like gangrene.

The injured boy fell to the ground like a sun gushing out endless light and heat.

Filling the entire alley, rising out of the wall, a ray of light illuminates the dark sky!

After three seconds.

The flames all retracted the naked young body whose clothes were burned.

Not far ahead, lay three cokes with barely human shapes lying side by side.

...

"Casillas, who aspires to be a knight...is a powerful source of undisciplined law."

Roy stared at the bastard who had grown from a boy to a teenager.

The pupils are empty, inexplicably a little trance.

The sound of footsteps came from the alley.

A girl with a medicine basket, black hair tied into a ponytail, and a pretty face rushed in.

His eyes swept across the unconscious boy on the ground, his face turned pale in an instant, and he shouted for help while nervously examining him in his arms.

She looked like a young girl who was worried about her lover.

Afterwards, the thick fog reappeared, blocking out all surrounding light, but this time it only lasted for a few seconds.

An old, serious voice rang out from the fading fog.

...

"Casillas, do you know why your aunts and uncles invited me?"

"Because there is an evil chaotic power hidden in me, they are worried that I can't control my power and hurt others."

"Let me correct you a little, chaotic energy, there is no natural distinction between good and evil, what role it can play, good or evil, depends entirely on its manipulator."

The fog dissipated completely, and Roy came to a quiet garden.

An old man wearing a light blue mage robe, with white hair and beard, and a boy with a sunny temperament were standing in the pavilion in the middle of the garden and talking.

"I want to be a knight, a recognized knight, I've been training alone for seven years, I don't want to give up halfway!"

The old man with a broad forehead and deep eyes stroked his snow-white beard and smiled with satisfaction,

"You not only have a first-class magical talent, but also have a pure heart."

"Don't worry. The art of magic doesn't conflict with your ideals. And when the first landing took place, our ancestors sailed across the ocean to the continent below and discovered and used magic for the first time. Allowing water to flow from the rocks near the landing site for the dying of thirst to drink...and saved countless lives."

"So, the original intention of magic is to save and educate the world."

"You mean that after learning from you, I can become a magic knight who saves the common people?"

"Mastering the magic, you can not only act like a knight, fight crime, but also solve the biggest threat to mankind at present - all kinds of dangerous monsters brought by the intersection of the celestial sphere."

"What does the confluence of the celestial spheres mean?"

"You'll understand later."

"Can I bring someone to watch with me?" A girl with black hair and a pretty face appeared in front of the boy, carrying a medicine basket on his back.

The only one who recognizes himself.

"Of course there is no problem, but let me first explain that there is no aptitude for chaotic energy. If she can't learn it, don't be too disappointed."

"Then I'm willing to learn magic from you!" The young man took two steps back and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Casillas Burns, once you start your magic lessons, you have to cut yourself off from the past."

"What's the meaning?"

"You have to have a new name... as a name in the world of magic." The old man paused, staring at his face, "How is Arzu?"

"Mr. Cosimo, from today onwards, my name will be Arzu!" The boy clenched his fists, his expression was firm, and his voice was loud.

Roy walked out of the fog, and what he saw and heard gave him a strong sense of time and space confusion!

This time the scene didn't disappear immediately.

He quickened his pace towards the two recorded witcher creators.