A dragon raised at birth

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Dirpolo can't figure out how strong the big wife is now. Ophelia is flourishing in the starry sky world. She can have the resources that an interstellar empire can gather, and she can squander and accumulate foundations. .

However, in the realm of the legend of the step clan, it is no longer enough resources to continue to move forward, but also the perception and understanding of the rules. After this realm comes to an end, the next step is the realm of the gods.

"Better than you?"

Hearing this kind of answer that said it was the same as not saying it, Queen Jingshuang couldn't help being speechless. She thought that your wife could protect you when you were born, and now that you are a legend, she must be stronger than you!

"You two will meet when you have a chance. Don't worry about who is strong and who is weak. Let's have a fight then!"

Diablo didn't want to get too entangled in this kind of problem, he brought the problem back on track,

"Shouldn't we talk about compensation?"

"Compensation? What compensation?"

Hearing Diablo's words, Queen Jingshuang didn't change her face. After all, she is a dragon that has lived for hundreds of years, and she is still a king dragon who can establish a country. A thick face and a dark heart are the basic standard.

"I don't want much, just give me the money for the land sale, and you can handle the rest yourself. If you don't like it, I don't mind moving. There should be many countries that welcome me."

"Qing, listen to my advice, no country in this world will treat you like me."

"..."

Diablo just watched the black-hearted queen quietly. He never had too much money, and besides, he was planning to establish a country in the southern part of the Rodinia continent. That was a bottomless pit.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you all the money!"

Under Diablo's silent gaze, Queen Crystal Frost finally chose to give in. She had to let the dragon stay in her country, and her kingdom was just waiting to be rebuilt.

And when the queen's avatar and the hanging garden collapsed, and a little bit of ice crystals dispersed, Diablo saw a carriage pulled by two sacred unicorns parked at the door of his residence.

Therefore, the cloud giant who had just reported to him once again came behind him and informed him,

"Lord Duke..."

"Ask her to come up."

Diablo waved his hand back. The reason why he didn't bother to talk to those royal ladies who spent less money was because he still had to spare time to deal with those nobles who paid for a house in the first ring.

During this period of time, he has basically become familiar with the heads of households in the First Ring, but those household heads who are willing to be stabbed are not satisfied with familiarity. They also want to get closer to Diablo, if they can The negative distance ends, that's the best.

"Your Excellency Diablo, long time no see!"

Under Diablo's masked gaze, a dignified and elegant lady appeared in front of him holding her skirt carefully.

Her facial features are beautiful, her face is exquisite, she can be called peerless, her eyebrows are picturesque, her eyes are like stars, her skin is like jade, her hair is like waterfalls, and her white dress is fresh and elegant.

Whether it's her inner appearance or her family background, the girl in front of her is impeccable.But because of that, Diablo kept her at arm's length.

If they meet by chance and they can be safe separately, Diablo can consider whether to spend a wonderful night.

But this is obviously impossible, as long as he dares to touch it, he will have to pay a corresponding price.Therefore, even though Diablo was a little anxious in his heart, he was very honest and behaved like a gentleman.

He couldn't pay the price of picking this delicate and beautiful violet.But he restrained himself, and the purposeful girl on the opposite side was very active, her words were vaguely provocative, and her seemingly dignified attire showed some beautiful scenery to Diablo with her gestures.

Diablo was not a gentleman in the first place, and it was a bit embarrassing for him to sit upright under such circumstances.Therefore, in this case, Diablo can only deliberately distract and reduce his concentration.

……

"Well!"

Standing in the castle among the mountains in the wilderness, Geralt, the newly promoted strongest witcher, suddenly opened his eyes from meditation, and his eyes became more agile and sharper than before.

He stood up from the dry and tidy bed, moved his hands and feet, and sorted out his experience during this period.

After receiving a letter of recommendation from the town pastor, it was logical to join this well-known school for demon hunters, and after a simple assessment, he began training and learning as a demon hunter.

There were almost no twists and turns in the middle. After confirming his human lineage, the witcher school taught him the corresponding knowledge and training, and Geralt, who was controlled by a strand of Diablo's soul, performed quite well in all aspects. outstanding.

"The witcher's ritual?"

After sorting out the knowledge gained during this period, Diablo has a simple understanding of the demon hunters in the extraordinary system.

To become a demon hunter, the threshold is very low, as long as you have the courage to take up the sword and fight monsters, you can become a demon hunter, and there is no high talent requirement.

But precisely because the threshold for a demon hunter is so low, one must experience unimaginable pain in other professions if one wants to become a real demon hunter.

The promotion of a demon hunter is different from other racial professions. Meditation is just incidental. The only way for a demon hunter to gain extraordinary power and become stronger is through the promotion ceremony.

An alchemy ritual based on the limbs and organs of various powerful monsters, as well as precious alchemy dust and medicinal herbs.

Chapter 387 Boring Conflict

"what!"

"It hurts to death."

"Mom...I want to go home."

The screams of despair and pain echoed in the cafeteria of the demon hunting school. Most of the demon hunters who ate a sumptuous dinner fell to the ground, rolling and moaning, screaming in agony.

Only a very small number of trainee witchers can endure the pain like a knife in their stomach with iron will.

This is part of the witcher training, and the instructors of the school will occasionally put slightly poisonous herbs and monster flesh into the food of the students.

The purpose of the instructors' poisoning is to increase the resistance and tolerance of future demon hunters to poisons, but this method is simple and crude, without technical skills.

"It's really a bunch of useless people. The quality of the students is getting worse every year. It's just a few snake-heart grasses."

A particularly bloated "iron can" looked at the group of ugly students in the cafeteria, very dissatisfied, and his tone was full of disdain.

"Quinn, this is how we all came here. The first time you ate snake heart grass, you are no better than them."

Hearing the complaints of the "tin can", an instructor responded with a smile, and then he pointed at the black-haired boy who was still sitting at the wooden table. pain.

"Geralt? He is indeed very good, he can be said to be one of the best students I have ever taught, but unfortunately, he came out of a slum."

Following the direction pointed by the instructor next to him, "Tin Can" looked at the young man who was completely different from the people around him, and his tone was full of regret.

"What happened to the ones who came out of the slums? We demon hunters never know where we come from."

"Stop making trouble, Anthony, we demon hunters have never valued talents. Those students who come from noble families, or even from the royal family, how much advantage they have over Geralt, do you need me to say?"

"I can prepare materials for him to be promoted."

The demon hunter instructor named Anthony said a little unconvinced.

"You can prepare him for the first stage, and you can prepare him for the second stage, and then? Can you keep preparing for him? Give up, and take care of yourself first."

Anthony was silent and did not speak. He looked at the boy who was eating heavily and even ran to the cafeteria window to ask for extra food, sighed, turned his head and left.

He is obviously the best student in their witcher school, but because of his background, his future achievements may not even be as good as those trash lying on the ground rolling around.

"It's really barbaric!"

Diablo, who had controlled his body to adapt to the poison of the snake heart plant, wolfed down the nutritious dinner in front of him.He glanced at the instructors who were watching him from above, then lowered his head and continued eating.

Because of his excellent performance in the witcher school, he can often feel the regretful eyes from the instructors' eyes, and he knows why.

Demon hunter is a profession with very low barriers to entry and does not require high talents, but it also means that the requirements in other aspects are particularly high.

Demon hunters need to fight monsters and ghosts, so they must have strength and physique far beyond ordinary people.And a strong body comes from rituals based on monsters and alchemy materials.

Whether a demon hunter is powerful or not basically depends on these "foreign objects".But at this time, it fell into a cycle. Ordinary people who wanted to become demon hunters had to hunt monsters to obtain materials and perform rituals.But only witchers can hunt monsters that meet the ritual criteria.

It is almost impossible for ordinary people to break the cycle, but for demon hunters with backgrounds, this is not a problem to worry about.Money can solve these troubles.

"Those wizards can't bother to prepare some training methods for demon hunters that can be repeated gradually."

After eating, Diablo muttered dissatisfiedly that the profession of witcher was created by humans to fight against monsters.

It was the wizards who were rumored to possess wisdom and power who created the demon hunter system.Under the system they created, the only way for a demon hunter to become stronger is to hunt and kill monsters.

The meditation method possessed by the demon hunter is used to quickly restore energy and recover from physical injuries, and it has no effect on strengthening at all, which makes Diablo quite criticized.

But it's not a big problem for Diablo.Those experienced old witchers couldn't break through the restrictions deliberately set by the wizards, but Diablo could.

Anyway, Diablo is also a dragon with inheritance and legendary power. From a high altitude, according to the body of a human being from another world, he created a breathing method that can slowly enhance all aspects of quality.

"Jerlock! Stop!"

Diablo had already eaten and drank enough, and was about to go to the dormitory to continue to perfect his meditation breathing method, but not long after he walked out of the cafeteria, he was stopped by a group of teenagers.

"Is something wrong?"

After eating a lot, his body was no different from that of ordinary people, even taller and burly. The young man looked at these "little kids" with indifferent expressions.

"You country bumpkin who sneaked in from the slums, what are you pretending to be in front of us?"

Hearing Diablo's expression, the faces of the boys who stopped him were rather unfriendly.

"If it was in my family's castle, I would think you were dirty if you shined my shoes!"

A yellow-haired boy with freckles on his face looked at the boy from the slums who was wearing a shirt and was incompatible with them in every way, his tone was full of ridicule and derogation.

"Did you stop me just to ask for a beating?"

The boy who was so provoked still didn't get angry, but wanted to laugh a little.But he controlled his smile, and asked the group of lifeless guys in front of him with a gentle demeanor.

"Geralt, I'm here to warn you, don't think too much about Ciri, she's not someone you lowlifes can reach." With his head on his head, he is domineering.

"Who is Ciri?"

These words made Diablo's face inexplicable. He had no impression of this name at all, and of course, neither did these guys in front of him.

"Geralt, you pariah, don't pretend to me, do you think your posture can attract the attention of His Royal Highness Ciri? Stop wishful thinking!"

"Your Highness? Oh, I remembered."

Diablo remembered that one of his classmates had a particularly distinguished status and was an extremely rare woman among demon hunters, but what did it have to do with him.

"You guys stopped me because of this, it's so boring!"

"Geralt, give me..."

Kacha~

Accompanied by the sound of bone cracking, the boy who led to stop Diablo was forced to vacate...

388 Genius

Diablo doesn't really like to bully the small and the weak by the big. Although it will bring pleasure to abuse food, it is only the first two times. If you continue to abuse food later, there will be no pleasure at all. .

But if he can't help it, someone will always put his face on his fist. In this case, he really can't keep his hand.

"That's how it happened, Instructor Kassel, they took the initiative to put their face on my fist, and I really have no choice."

Under the watchful eyes of the three demon hunting instructors, Diablo changed his face and spoke nonsense, and as he spoke, several young men with bruised noses and swollen faces and blood-stained clothes glared at him.

"Geralt, you bastard, do you think the instructor is a fool? Who would believe that?"

The originally handsome blond boy now had swollen cheeks, dark eyes, and a miserable appearance. I'm afraid that even his biological mother might not be able to recognize him.

"Geralt, you go back!"

The young Ent thought that his words would win the approval of the instructors, and then reprimanded Geralt, but he never expected that the three instructors, even the most severe "iron can", would all treat Geralt Soft-spoken.

"Instructor..." The blond boy Ent just wanted to say something, but under the watchful eyes of the three instructors, they all shut up obediently.

And Diablo looked at these idiots who made him move his hands and feet, smiled, left the punishment room casually, and returned to the dormitory.

"Ent, what do you want to say?"

And when Diablo left, "Tin Can" looked at Ent, and his tone was no longer as peaceful as before.

"Why did you let Geralt go? He beat us like this." The golden-haired boy's reaction was very violent.

"Why didn't you let him go? Don't you guys expect us to reprimand Geralt?" Tie Can looked at these teenagers who had been trained in the witcher school for at least five years, and his tone became more and more severe.

"Gathering a crowd to find trouble with a slum boy who has just entered school for less than half a year, but he was beaten to the point of bleeding. He even wanted to frame him. As your instructor, I feel ashamed."

"To be honest, I don't understand where you have the face to come to us. A defeated dog like you who has lost a fight, shouldn't you obediently roll back to the bed and lick your wound?"

The instructor's merciless sarcasm made the faces of several teenagers flush, but they had no way to refute.

"What do you think we Kaer Morhen are? The school is to cultivate elites who can fight monsters and protect mankind in the future, not you who have lost a battle but can only run to the adults crying in embarrassment. .”

Under the scolding of the three instructors, the teenagers rolled out of the punishment room in despair.

At this time, Diablo, who was about to return to the dormitory, was stopped again, but this time it was not a boy who came to provoke trouble, but a beautiful girl who came with wound medicine.