God-level Demon Hunter

Chapter 3 The Butcher

On the bumpy path 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, the butcher uncle seemed to be Susie's distant relative, and the two families would occasionally walk around, so his idea might really have a chance.

"Hmph! Rooster Killer, look at your small arms and legs, you are as thin as a stick, and you also want to be my father's apprentice? Stay at home and make yourself stupid!" Brandon sucked and slid to his upper lip. translucent snot, said extremely disdainfully.

Roy followed the boy, the other was less than 4 inches (1.2 meters), he was almost 5 inches (4 meters), looking down at the latter's watermelon head, couldn't help but stretch out his hand to flatten the pinch of height on top of the other's head Gao raised her mischievous hair, before Brandon turned his head vigilantly, he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

Well, it's comfortable now.

He lived for 18 years in his previous life, so he couldn't be bothered with a kid. He shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I'm already a 13-year-old adult. Killing a chicken is no big deal. Only a kid who has never seen the market will make a fuss." .Rooster killer? It's so ugly, it's a shame you figured it out."

"A fool who doesn't even know how to till the land has the courage to kill a chicken with his own hands. There are indications that you are very likely to be possessed by a devil. I have to judge this point slowly. But, I haven't seen it in the market? Brandon wiped the snot from his mouth with his dirty chubby hands, and then skillfully wiped it off with his white coat.

As a butcher's child, his family's economic situation is much better than most residents in the village.There is no shortage of meat, and the clothes are more glamorous. Although he is young, he is liked by a few children of the same age. He has a sense of superiority since he was a child. How can he resist ridicule?

"Mudlegs! My father once met Queen Mivi of Leiria and Livia at the Winter Solstice Festival, and told me about the grand occasion of that year every night. You country bumpkin who has never been out of Kaye dare say that I did not Have you seen the market?"

"Oh, I listen to your Uncle Fletcher bragging every night. Did he tell you about juggling?" Roy observed the other party's expression calmly. Sure enough, when he heard the word "juggling", Bran Dong's eyes lit up immediately, and he spoke with saliva, his words were full of envy and longing.

Seeing this, Roy made up his mind, stopped suddenly, raised his head and put his chest out and put on airs, "If you can help persuade Uncle Fletcher to accept me as an apprentice, then the great Lord Roy will show Brandon Miraculous trick."

"Rooster Killer, save the lie to lie to Uncle Tang Ji's milk doll, so I won't fall for...?" Brandon choked suddenly, his eyes widened, and his mouth was wide enough to stuff a Eggs, caterpillar-like snot slipped down from the nostrils uncontrollably.

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

The palms were closed and opened again, and the stone reappeared.

"That's the trick I was talking about." Roy was very satisfied with the little kid's performance. In fact, the stone was lying quietly in the cubic space attached to the formwork, and he could put it away as long as he wanted. in the vicinity.

"I don't believe it, let me see it again!"

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

"Yes." Occasionally, Brandon would secretly steal some change from the old butcher, and take his close friends in the village to the tavern to buy some dried fruit and taste the sweet and sour fruit wine.

"Give it to me, a crown!"

Brandon didn't know if he was really stupid or just because of curiosity. He took out a yellow Krona from his arms and threw it to Roy. Turning it around and opening it again, the krona disappeared without a trace.

"I always stay at home behind closed doors just to study tricks. Now that I have succeeded in my research, I should let you guys see it."

Brandon searched Roy's body in disbelief, and the latter was clean and there was no place to hide anything.Now, 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, this is a good deal."

"There is one more thing, I solemnly warn you!" Seeing that the other party didn't mention it, Roy laughed at the Krona and emphasized, "Never call me a rooster killer again, and don't mention it in front of anyone."

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In the yard of the butcher's house, a middle-aged man with a big arm and a round waist was stroking a yellow cow that was tied upside down and hung upside down on a wooden frame. When he was about to cut the knife, he caught a glimpse of Roy and the other two.He ignored Roy, but snarled at the little fat man with a straight face, "Stinky boy, where are you going to wander around again, and tell yourself how many times I didn't report to the village chief's house this month, wasting my hard-earned money Money! I don’t know many big characters, what kind of bard do you want to be in the future? Just learn the craft from me!”

Brandon's "ideal" was exposed face to face, and he immediately lowered his head with his fat face flushed.He is the son of a pig butcher, but he dreams of being a chic and suave bard. If other people in the village know about it, they won't laugh.

In fact, there are no more than three literate people in Kaye Village, including the village chief. Ninety percent of the villagers even need to pay for help when writing letters to their relatives far away on weekdays. Although the butcher Fletcher The five big and the three rough, but they don't want their son to continue to be illiterate.

"Brandon, if you can get the praise from the village chief, I will let your Uncle Tom drive you to Vangerburg to learn more. If you learn well enough, I will send you to Oxenfurt even if I lose everything. Study in a special university! Your mother thought the same way before she died, don't let her down!"

Roy didn't think it was a big deal when he heard Brandon's ideal of becoming a bard at first, but when his father finished speaking, he couldn't help being slightly surprised, this guy actually has such a vision?

The job of a butcher can make people live a very nourishing life, but in terms of decency and status, they are not as good as educated people. Let alone going to university, as long as they can read and write the common characters of the northern kingdom, they can eat and drink in the countryside. Good luck It is more respectable to be a scribe in a big city.

As for the Oxenfurt University mentioned by the butcher, it is the best university in the world along with Nilfgaard Imperial College.Geralt's close friend Dandelion and his confidante Shani both graduated from Oxenfurt.

"You can't underestimate the country people." Roy looked back and forth between the butcher and his son.

Fletcher reprimanded his son wholeheartedly, but still ignored him. "You brat don't go back into the house yet!" Brandon cast a look at Roy for help, and the latter immediately stepped forward and said, "Uncle Fletcher, I'm here today..."

The butcher waved his hand impatiently, and interrupted him directly, "Little Roy, are you healed? I'll buy a piece of fresh meat and go back to mend it later! Susie has been through a lot these days, so I'll be with you when I have time." she!"

At this moment, Brandon was thinking about learning juggling, and he said bravely, "Fletcher, he wants to be your apprentice."

"Just him?" Fletcher swept Roy all over with squinting eyes, and said unceremoniously, "Uncle is going to recruit an apprentice, but you haven't even planted the land, can Susie agree to you to be my apprentice?" Apprentice? What's more, your body is too thin, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle an animal in half a day, so don't come and trouble me, and stay where it's cool!"

Although the work of slaughtering pigs and sheep is dirty and tiring, it is a sought-after job. The knife makes it easier to slip, and oil, water and crowns are indispensable.Fletcher also wanted to pass on the business to his son, so that he could live comfortably.But now, this kid has a better way out - to learn common characters, so he no longer insists.

The weak Roy had already made up his mind to find a stable source of experience. How could he be scared away by such a little difficulty? He snapped his fingers and said firmly, "Uncle Fletcher, give me a chance and listen to my explanation, okay?" ?”

The butcher nodded.

"Actually, I have already 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, of course it is true. But this craft values ​​technology and experience more , and these can be accumulated slowly. Just like I know, according to your experience and technology, even if you close your eyes, you can still divide the livestock neatly."

"Don't look at me as thin and weak now, but I'm young, full of energy, grow fast in strength, and learn things quickly. As long as you are willing to teach me, I promise you won't let you down!" Roy gritted his teeth and added Turn on the fire, "If I don't work well during the apprenticeship, I don't need wages! 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 used to be unable to hold back a word for a long time. Why are you so talkative now? It seems like I'm committing a crime if I don't accept you. Look For Susie's sake, I'll give you a chance, do you dare to do it?" He said, moving away to reveal the big ox behind him.

"As long as you dare to send this big guy away with your own hands, hold back your nausea and don't spit it out for me, then I, Fletcher, will accept you as an apprentice."

He knew in his heart that Roy, a half-year-old boy who had never seen blood, would not dare to do anything.

But he didn't know that the body of the boy in front of him was forcibly stuffed into the soul of a young man on earth in the age of information explosion. What bloody scene hadn't been seen on the screen?

Roy took the sharp knife from the butcher's hand without changing his face, walked straight to the big yellow ox hanging upside down, turned around and said sincerely,

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

The whole yard became instantly audible. Brandon paled and held his breath. Although he was the son of a butcher, he had never done anything himself. Every time his father slaughtered livestock, he hid far away and covered his ears. .The thin back in front of him, holding the ferocious cold blade, suddenly gave him a strange feeling.

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

As for Mr. Butcher, a look of surprise flashed across his face full of greasy flesh. Has this grown up?They all know how to think about their families.Fletcher couldn't help but glance at the naughty ghost next to him with a runny nose.

Is it possible that a person will suddenly grow up and mature after being hit by a horse?

"Roy, you should see a bulge in the area near the cow's neck. I just found it. Your knife should hit that pimple hard, stab it accurately, and the ox won't suffer too much pain."

As soon as the former finished speaking, Roy narrowed his eyes.

He caught the feeling of killing a chicken.

With a steady swing of the hand, the knife is clean, sharp, fierce and decisive, and the wrist is sent forward, the knife is drawn, and the knife is retracted.The big ox looked at him with its huge black eyes open, two wet marks appeared from the sockets of its eyes, and it mooed weakly twice, but it didn't struggle much and then fell silent.

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

The second drop of blood, the legendary vomit, and the emotion still haven't appeared.

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

You can gain experience points by killing a life. What is the principle?

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

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

How does the template determine the experience value for each life, the bigger the body, the higher it is?Or is it the strength of vitality, the quality of the soul?other reasons?Roy has to take more kills to make sure.

Countless questions popped up in his mind, and he was dazed in a daze holding the bloody sharp knife.

At this time, the butcher smiled heartily, and slapped him hard on the shoulder. The huge force woke Roy up.

"Good boy, you really dare to do it, and you will become more courageous if you are hit by a horse?! This time, you pass the test. If you don't dislike being dirty and tired, come to me to have a try tomorrow morning before the sun comes out. If you can Hold on, let’s not talk about wages, you are indispensable.”

Fletcher is not young anymore, and his son is obsessed with learning common characters and is unwilling to take over from him, so he needs an assistant to help.Although Roy was thin and weak, he saw that he was innocent and honest, and knew how to repay his parents. Because of Susie, he had some relatives with him, and it seemed good to cultivate him slowly.

"Uncle Fletcher, I'm sure I'll be there on time!" Roy broke away from his sentimentality in an instant, and his eyes became firm.Slightly mocking himself in his heart, "There is no food to eat, and there are unknown threats, why bother to pity a beef cow hypocritically?" Roy put away the crocodile's tears, and gripped the sharp knife tightly.

Chapter 4 Newcomers start

That night, under Roy's begging, the old Moore couple agreed to his request to be an apprentice to the butcher.

The two couples are very familiar with the son they have seen since they were young. Just this day, since he woke up, his behavior has been very different from the past: from a quiet and shy boy, he has become cheerful, lively and talkative.

But Roy's earnest concern for the old couple in his words and demeanor cannot be faked.So the simple parents didn't think too much, but were sincerely pleased with the changes in their children.They feel that the child survived the disaster and grew up a lot at once.

The next day, many villagers in Kaye Village were surprised to find that there was a thin apprentice next to the burly and rude butcher Fletcher.

"It just so happens that the child of the old Moore family was hit by a horse, so it's possible that he has suffered from insanity again. With his temper like a woman, how could he come to slaughter livestock?"

"What do you know, you country bumpkin? You almost didn't get run over to death. It's strange that your temperament hasn't changed. But I bet little Roy lasted for less than a week. Not everyone can do the job of a butcher! And this job is lucrative, why is the butcher Want to make him cheaper?"

No matter what the villagers said, Roy focused on working with Fletcher.After a day of contact, he found that the content of the work was different from what he thought.

After large livestock such as cattle and sheep were brought in, Fletcher would first feed the livestock a yellow powder to paralyze the animal's nerves and prevent the animal from struggling painfully before death.

According to the butcher, the powder was an anesthetic gifted to him by the village herbalist.

Once the animals are killed, it's time for the toughest part.In order to cut the meat just right, and how the knife divides the flesh without destroying the texture of the muscle, one must have a very good understanding of the body structure of cattle, sheep, and pigs.

It is impossible for the butcher's level of education to draw a picture of his physiological structure for Roy to remember. He can only show him through action demonstrations and give him guidance one by one.

"vomit……"

Roy watched from the side as Uncle Fletcher calmly skinned the beef, took out the internal organs, and split the flesh and bones. His nose was filled with a strong stench, and his eyes were filled with steaming bright red.

"Ouch..." His stomach rolled violently, and he couldn't help but bend over and retch. The first cut of the cow was okay, but the subsequent division is called a test.

"Hey..." the butcher teased, "I didn't see you being soft-handed when I slaughtered cattle yesterday, so I'm afraid now. This craft is dirty and tiring. I'm not talking nonsense. Otherwise, after so long, I won't be able to save the ignorant Xiao Luo. Yi, there is no one in the village who is willing. Of course, I will not take advantage of outsiders casually. Let's see if you have the perseverance and perseverance to succeed me!"

Roy recovered from retching, only feeling slightly dizzy and weak in his legs and feet. The butcher didn't give him more rest time.

"Come here and take the knife. I'll teach you how to use force to cut along here."

"I told you to go up, where will your knife cut?!"

"Damn it, didn't you have enough to eat?"

Roy was a little bit wrong, and he was immediately scolded bloody.

He lamented in his heart that this butcher apprentice not only had to adapt to the mess and blood in the yard and endure rude insults, but also had to wield a knife for a long time, and his arms became sore after a while.His physique is less than 5, inferior to normal adults, and more prone to fatigue.

The physical and psychological pressure instantly made him slightly uncomfortable.

"I really did it to myself. I insisted on becoming an apprentice butcher."

Constantly complaining in his heart, Roy still completed the task of the butcher meticulously, and he still knew the priorities.

Of course, the most important reason is that all the animals to be slaughtered were fatally stabbed by him, and he gained experience.

"People are under the roof. Exercising, earning experience, and eating meat, it's perfect... Woooo... What else am I not satisfied with..."

The first day of the apprenticeship passed with difficulty. The butcher's family slaughtered two beef cattle from another village and charged the villagers ten crowns.According to the butcher, it's not every day that there is such a good business.Kaye only has a hundred or so residents. Even if customers from other villages are included, it is not every day that someone asks him to start work.

After finishing the work, the butcher was not stingy, and generously gave Roy a piece of fresh meat the size of his palm. As for wages, the butcher didn't treat him as free labor. He only gave him one kroner a week during his apprenticeship, or more than a dozen a day. Roy is not dissatisfied with a copper coin. In the early stage of learning a craft, naturally he can't care about income.

"Uncle Fletcher, what about the internal organs?"

"Take it and throw it away."

The wizarding world is similar to the habits of Central Europe in the previous life. Not everyone accepts animal offal. After the beef and mutton are processed, the offal is often sent to the wild for burial and incineration, or thrown directly into the small river not far from the village to feed the fish.

"Give these things to me..." Roy can't care so much. In his previous life, he was born in Huaguo, where all kinds of flavors are available. He ate pork, beef and sheep offal. These things are all meat...

He is in the stage of growing his body, so he can't let go of these foods.

In the evening, Roy cleaned up the blood in the yard, took a heavy bloody cloth bag, and left the butcher's house with black eyes and ten experience points.

In Kaye under the setting sun, gray and black chimneys spew out curls of white smoke. Men who have been busy all day return from the fields with hoes on their shoulders. Dirty children chase chickens and dogs in the small yard in front of their houses. run around.Candles were quietly lit in the small wooden houses.

Roy took a deep breath. "How long will this peace last?"

……

There was still some distance from home, and Roy faintly saw two sturdy soldiers in yellow cotton armor and long swords on their waists carrying several heavy linen bags to the village entrance, and then quickly left on a cart. The villagers were used to the whole process, and there was no any response.

Roy knew this.Every month, Kaye Village has to hand over a certain amount of agricultural products to the lord of the lower Posada as tax. The tax accounts for about [-]% of the total harvest, which is quite "benevolent".Old Moore's family planted silt grass and hops, but this month they harvested once, and handed in two sacks of dried silt grass.

The silt grass is similar to the tobacco leaves on the earth. The villagers who have nothing to do on weekdays like to hold a silt pipe in front of their houses, puffing clouds and fog, which is very comfortable.

Back to taxation, the entire Kingdom of Aedirn, including its vassals, has always taxed farmers much higher than the other three northern countries.Therefore, Aden has been devastated by the "peasant revolution".

Roy learned from the chats of the villagers that during this period of time, a peasant uprising broke out in Edsberg in the southwest of Aden.

"I don't know what the high-level officials of the kingdom think about it. No wonder Aden will be lost in the north and south in the future, and it will be reduced to a broken country."

"It's too dangerous, we must hurry up."

The urgency in Roy's heart can only be relieved by food. There are still some roosters left over from yesterday's slaughter. Tonight he brought back beef. Aunt Susie unceremoniously stewed a large pot of broth.Although there is no seasoning, the taste is bland and fishy, ​​and finally there is some oil and water.

As for the offal offal that the butcher didn't want, he cleaned it up without being too dirty, and then found some seasoned celery and wild vegetables, and asked the old couple to ask for a little bit of precious salt, and stir-fried them randomly.

After frying a plate of meat and offal, there was a smell of oil and a lingering fishy smell. In the past, Roy would never be able to swallow it, but now this body does not dislike it.On the one hand, food is precious and meat is scarce, on the other hand, people here only eat two meals a day, and he, a growing child, will not let go of any chance to eat meat.

Unfortunately, this meal only gave Roy 0.1 experience points, and he understood that killing is the best way to level up.

"Even if the livestock are beheaded every few days, the upgrade will be much faster."