The Divine Hunter

Chapter 3: Butcher

  Chapter 3 The Butcher

  On the bumpy road in the village, two children, one big and one small, walked towards the house of Fletcher, the butcher in the north.

  In Roy's impression, Uncle Butcher looks like Susie's distant relatives. The two families will occasionally move around, and there may be a chance for his own ideas.

"Huh! Cock killer, look at your small arms and calves, thin like a wooden stick, and want to be my father's apprentice? Stay home and send you a daze!" Brandon sucked and slipped to his upper lip. The translucent snot, extremely disdainfully said.

Roy followed the boy. The opponent was less than 4 inches (1.2 meters) later. He was almost 5 inches and 4 inches (about 1.6 meters). He looked down at the latter's watermelon head and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to flatten the pinch of the other's head. Before Brandon turned his head alertly, the naughty hair that was turned up high, withdrew his hand nonchalantly.

  Well, I feel comfortable now.

He lived for eighteen years in his previous life. He couldn't care about with a kid, shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "I'm a thirteen-year-old adult. It's a big deal to kill a chicken. Only the kid who has never seen the market It's going to make a fuss. Rooster killer? It's ugly to die, you think it out."

"A fool who can't even cultivate the ground has the courage to kill chickens with his own hands. There are various signs that you are very likely to be possessed by the devil. I have to slowly judge this. But, say I haven't seen the market? "Brandon's dirty chubby hand wiped the nose off his mouth, and then wiped it off with his white shirt.

  As a butcher’s child, his family’s financial situation is much better than that of most households in the village. There is no shortage of meat, and the clothes are more glamorous. Although he is young, he is pleased by several children of the same age. Since he was a child, he has a sense of "superiority". How can he resist the ridicule?

"Mud legs! My father once met Leiria and Queen Mivi of Livia at the Winter Solstice Festival, and told me every night about the grand situation of the year. You, a hillbilly who has never been out of Kaye, dare to say that I haven't Have you seen the market?"

"Oh, listen to your uncle Fletcher bragging every night. Did he tell you about juggling?" Roy watched the other party's expression quietly, and as expected, when he heard the word "juggling", Bran Dong immediately beamed his eyes and spoke wildly, his words full of envy and longing.

When Roy saw this, he settled for a while, stopped suddenly, raised his head and put his head up, "If you can help persuade Uncle Fletcher to accept me as an apprentice, then the great Lord Roy will show it to Brandon." A miracle trick."

"Rooster killer, I still want to lie to Uncle Don Quix’s milk doll, I won’t be fooled?" Brandon choked suddenly, his eyes widened, his mouth opened so that it could fit an egg. , The caterpillar-like snot slipped uncontrollably from the nostrils.

   "Hiss...how did you do it." Right in front of his eyes, under the bright sun, a stone in Roy's right palm disappeared without warning, like being moved out of thin air to an invisible place.

  The palms are closed and opened again, and the stones reappear.

"This is the trick I'm talking about." Roy was very satisfied with the boy's performance. In fact, the stone was lying quietly in the cubic space attached to the template, and he would take it away at will if he thought of it. In the vicinity.

   "I don't believe it, you show me one more time!"

   "Change the props this time, do you have any money?"

   "Yes." Brandon occasionally steals some change from the butcher's father, and takes his close friends in the village to the tavern to buy some dried fruits and taste the sweet and sour fruit wine.

   "Give it to me, one crown will do!"

Brandon didn’t know whether he was really stupid or curiosity. He really took out a yellow crown from his arms and threw it to Roy, then stretched his neck, watching the other party hold the crown and flip it down, waiting for his fist. Turning around again and opening, the crown disappeared without a trace.

   "I always stay at home behind closed doors, just to study the tricks. Now that the research is successful, I should also let you know."

  Brandon searched Roy's body unbelief, and the latter was completely clean and there was no place to hide anything. At this moment, he had nothing to say and agreed to Roy's request.

  "You teach me tricks, I beg my father to accept you as an apprentice, and this business will not lose money."

   "There is one more thing, solemnly warn you!" Seeing that the other party didn't mention it, Roy laughed at the crown and emphasized, "Never call me a rooster killer again, and you can't presume on anyone."

  ...

  In the yard of the butcher’s house, a middle-aged man with a big waist and a round waist stroked a scalper that was **** with his limbs and hung upside down on a wooden frame. When he was about to stab him, he caught a glimpse of Roy. He ignored Roy, but snarled at the little fat man with his expression on his face, "Smelly boy, where are you going to go around? He told me that several times this month I didn’t report to the village chief’s house, which was a waste of my hard-earned money. Money! I don’t know a few big characters, what else would I want to be a bard in the future? Just learn the craft from me!"

  Brandon was exposed to his "ideal" face to face, and suddenly his fat face flushed and lowered his head. He is the son of a pig killer, but he dreams of being a chic and suave bard, if the other people in the village know about it, he won't laugh out of his teeth.

In fact, in Kaye Village, there are no more than three literate people including the village chief, and 90% of the villagers even need to pay for help when writing a letter to their relatives far away. Although the butcher Fletcher Five big and three rough, but don't want his son to continue to be illiterate.

"Brandon, if you can get the compliment from the village chief, I will ask you Uncle Tom to drive you to Van Geborg for a long time. If you learn well enough, then dad, I will send you to Osenfer even if you lose your fortune. Special University for further study! Your mother thought the same way before her death, don't let her down!"

  Roy didn’t think there was anything when he heard Brandon’s ideal of becoming a bard. When his father finished talking about his plan, he couldn’t help being slightly surprised. How could this guy have such a foresight?

The job of a butcher can make people live very well. In terms of decency and status, it is not as good as an educated person. Let’s not talk about entering university. As long as you can read and write the common characters of the northern kingdom, you will not worry about eating and drinking in the country, and you will have better luck. Become a scribe in a big city, then you will be more respected.

  As for the butcher’s Osenfurt University, it is the best university in the world, and Nilfgard Imperial College is also known as the best university in the world. Geralt's best friend Dandrien and confidante Shani, both graduated from Osenfurt.

   "Can't underestimate the country folk." Roy looked back and forth between the butcher and his son.

  Fletcher scolded his son wholeheartedly, but ignored him. "Buddy, don't get out of the house yet!" Brandon cast a look at Roy for help, who immediately said, "Uncle Fletcher, today I'm coming..."

The butcher waved his hand impatiently, and interrupted him directly, "Little Roy, are you hurt? Buy a piece of fresh meat later and go back to make up for it! Susie has been battered these days, so I have time to accompany him. she!"

  At this time, Brandon was thinking about learning tricks, bit the bullet and said, "Fletcher, he wants to be your apprentice."

"Just him?" Fletcher swept Roy all over, slanting his eyes, and said unceremoniously, "Uncle is planning to hire an apprentice, but you haven't even planted any ground. Susie can agree to you to be me. Apprentice? What's more, your body is too thin. I'm afraid that you won't be able to handle a single animal for a long time, so don't mess with me, just stay cool!"

  The work of slaughtering pigs and sheep is dirty and tiring, but it is a popular job. The knife makes a little slip, oil and water and crowns are indispensable. Fletcher wanted to pass on this business to his son before, so that he would have nothing to worry about. But now, this kid has a better way out—learning common characters, so he won’t force it anymore.

The weak Roy had already made up his mind to find a stable source of experience. How could he be scared away by this little difficulty, breaking his fingers, and said sternly, "Uncle Fletcher, give me a chance, can you listen to me explain? ?"

  The butcher nodded.

"Actually, I have discussed with Old Moore and Susie. I have the final say on this matter." Roy paused. "You mentioned that being a butcher requires a body. It's natural. But this craft values ​​more technology and experience. , And these can be accumulated slowly. As I know, according to your experience and skills, even if you close your eyes, you can divide the livestock neatly."

"Don't look at me thin and weak now, but I am young, energetic, and I grow fast and learn things very quickly. As long as you are willing to teach me hand in hand, I promise you will not let you down!" Roy gritted his teeth and added Turn the fire, "If I can't earn money during my apprenticeship, I don't need to be paid! As long as you occasionally cut me a piece of meat or something."

After hearing this, the butcher grinned and said, "Little Roy is different from before. You couldn't hold back a word for a long time before, but now why does your mouth become so slippery? It's like I'm committing a crime by not accepting you. Look. For Susie's face, then I will give you a chance, do you dare to start?" As he said, he let go of his body and exposed the big scalper behind him.

   "As long as you dare to send this big guy away with your hands, and resist the nausea, I will accept you as an apprentice, Fletcher."

  He expected that Roy, a half-year-old boy who had never seen blood, dared not do it.

  But I didn’t know that the body of the boy in front of him was forcibly stuffed into the soul of an earth youth in the era of the information explosion. What **** scene has not been seen on the screen?

Roy took the bull's ear sharp knife from the butcher without changing his face, walked straight to the big scalper who was hanging upside down, turned around and said sincerely,

"Uncle Fletcher, to tell you, I had a long dream after being hit by that horse a few days ago. After waking up from the dream, I decided to make some changes. I am a countryman and don’t know how to farm. But I have to learn a craft to support myself, subsidize and subsidize my family... Old Moore and Susie have taken care of me for more than ten years, and I should give them back."

The entire yard instantly became audible. Brandon's face was pale and he held his breath. Although he was the son of a butcher, he had never moved his hands. Every time his father slaughtered animals, he would hide and cover his ears. . The thin back in front of him, holding the hideous cold blade, suddenly gave him a strange feeling.

  Roy, it seems that he is no longer the gentle and cowardly Roy.

  And Mr. Butcher, a hint of surprise flashed across his greasy face, is this a growth? All know how to consider for the family. Fletcher couldn't help but glanced at the naughty ghost with a runny nose next to his eyes.

  Is it that if you get hit by a horse, people will suddenly grow up and mature?

  "Roy, in the area near the cow’s neck, you should see a bump, which I just found out. Your knife will pierce the lump so hard that the scalper will not suffer too much pain."

  As soon as the former's voice fell, Roy's eyes narrowed.

  He caught the feeling of killing a chicken.

   With a steady wave of the hand, the knife is clean and sharp, fierce and decisive, the wrist is sent forward, and the knife is taken out and closed. The big scalper looked at him with huge black eyes, two wet marks flowed out of his eye sockets, and he mooed weakly, but he didn't even struggle so much that he didn't make a sound.

  At the same time, the experience value in Roy's template is increased to 7 points. Killing a big scalper gave him a full 5 experience points.

  The second drop of blood, the legendary vomiting, the emotional agitation still did not appear.

  But after all, killing chickens and killing cattle is different. Roy didn't have much joy of gaining experience points, but felt a touch of sadness and a trace of panic.

  Kill a life to get experience points. What is the principle?

  If you kill a person, how much experience can you have?

  For personal templates, the only meaning of life is experience value?

How does the    template determine the experience value for each life, the bigger the higher the higher? Or is the vitality strong and the soul quality? Other reasons? Roy had to make sure with more kills.

   Numerous questions popped up in his mind, and he was stunned with a sharp knife dripping blood.

  At this time, the butcher smiled heartily, slapped him on the shoulder fiercely, and made Roy wake up with great force.

"Good boy, do you really dare to do it. You will get bigger if you are hit by a horse?! This time you will pass. If you don't feel dirty and tired, come to me tomorrow morning before the sun comes out. If you can Hold on, don't talk about the salary, you can't do without you."

  Fletcher is not too young anymore. His son is focused on learning common characters and is unwilling to take over. Then he needs a helping assistant. Although Roy is thin and thin, he has seen the big one since he was a child. He is simple and honest, and knows how to repay his parents. Because of Susie, he has some relatives with himself, and it seems good to cultivate slowly.

   "Uncle Fletcher, I must be there on time!" Roy instantly broke away from his sentimentality, and his eyes became firm. He laughed slightly in his heart, "I don't have enough food, and there is an unknown threat, why should I pity a beef cow pretendingly?" Roy put away the tears of the crocodile and squeezed the sharp knife.

  (End of this chapter)

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