A dragon raised at birth

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"what!"

Accompanied by Nightingale's screams and the panic-stricken scolding of the poor, the hooligan whose head had been smashed off by the boy staggered and fell to the ground, with more air intake and less air output, and he seemed to have no life left.

"How dare you kill someone?"

The companion of the hooligan who was crushed to death by Diablo surrounded Diablo with a look of shock and anger. They never dreamed that this orphan who could only be bullied by them during the day He dared to fight back today, and was so cruel that he didn't give him a chance to react.

"Why don't you dare?"

The skinny-looking young man raised his eyebrows and glanced at them, threw away half of the black bread in his hand, and bent down to pick up a dagger that fell from the ruffian.

In the process of picking up the dagger, the four hooligans attacked almost at the same time. Some stretched their legs, some picked up the wine bottle on the table, and some directly picked up the stool. There was no way to deal with civilians, but it was the easiest and most effective way to deal with civilians. .

But Diablo was not Geralt. He seemed to have eyes behind him, holding a dagger on the ground, and stood up in a strange posture.

In the process of getting up, he slightly raised his arm, and the thing in his hand, which was called a piece of iron rather than a dagger, slashed across the throat of a hooligan.

laugh--

Blood spewed out, and the strong smell of blood dispelled the mixed smell in the tavern, and the nightingale in the tavern immediately screamed louder.

"Geralt, you..."

Seeing Diablo killing two people in a row, the remaining three hooligans panicked. They just relied on their youth and strength, coupled with their viciousness, to run rampant in the slums.When encountering that kind of truly ruthless people, their nature of bullying and fearing hard will be fully exposed.

Nourishes—

The sound of metal cutting through flesh was heard. Diablo ignored the weak expressions on the bastard's face begging for mercy, and indifferently cut their throats with the iron piece in his hand.

A short and bloody conflict ended. A short, skinny boy carried a piece of iron, like killing a chicken, and killed five people who were far away in size. A young man taller and stronger than him.

At this time, most of the drinkers in the tavern were scared away, and the rest were too weak to run because they were scared.After all, for ordinary people, this kind of simple to pure killing is really too terrifying.

“The freshest and best meat!”

Diablo took the blood-dripping iron piece, threw it on the bar, and ordered the burly boss, who was shaking like chaff, to state his purpose for coming here.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll serve it to you right away."

The plump hotel owner looked at the young man who seemed to be able to slap him down with a single slap, and then looked at the blood-stained blade close at hand, swallowed hard, and nodded quickly.

Soon, a piece of roasted pork chop that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside was placed in front of Diablo. In the slums, this is the top delicacy, and few people can enjoy it.

"not enough!"

Diablo looked down at the pork chop weighing about two catties in front of him, and after saying something in a low voice, he began to gobble it up.The tavern owner glanced at the bloody corpse on the boy's back, and continued to prepare food without questioning it.

breathe--

Diablo devoured it hungrily, and after the food that fell into his stomach was broken down into nutrients, it was transported to the limbs and bones under his control, and began to repair the damage of the body.

And as he continued to eat, the boy's breathing also began to become regular.The scars and bruises on his body began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his shriveled body began to gradually become fuller.

And all these changes were seen by the tavern owner who kept bringing food to Diablo, which made the owner have some guesses and became more honest.

"Lord Geralt, may I call you that?"

Seemingly having experienced a very complicated psychological struggle, the hotel owner looked carefully at the boy who had already eaten more than 30 catties of pork chops and showed an inhuman appetite.

"Ok!"

The increasingly ruddy boy raised his head in response, and then continued to gobble it up.

"Master Geralt, Pell and the others are members of the Black Banner Party. If you kill them, the Black Banner Party will not let you go."

"Oh." The boy was indifferent.

"You'd better run away after you've finished eating!" the seemingly kind-hearted boss suggested.

"Go and search their corpses if you have time. There should be some valuable things, and I will use them as my meal money."

Diablo, who felt that his body was gradually returning to normal, looked relaxed and freehand.

However, when Diablo stopped eating, he didn't wait for the black flag party that the tavern owner said, but the clergy of the local church.

"You killed all of these?"

Wearing a bright red priest's robe, the priest who walked like a ball of dancing flames looked at the young man with frail limbs with a frown after examining the wounds on the corpse on the ground. He did not believe that this young man could have such strength.

"It has something to do with you?"

Diablo didn't bother to pay attention to this magic stick. In the boy's memory, the clergy of the Sacred Fire Church were as noble as the nobles.

But they are more close to the people in comparison, because they will take the initiative to stand up and help preside over the ceremony after someone dies, without taking a penny or saying anything, and they don't distinguish between rich and poor.But in Diablo's view, this is too deliberate.

"Five hooligans under the age of 30 were all killed in one blow. Such resentment, hey, if you are still alive tomorrow, I will write you a letter of recommendation!"

For Diablo's unreasonableness, the godfather in the middle of his life didn't care.Because in his eyes, this little guy who is good at fighting and killing skills will die soon.

"Bring them all outside, and the bodies will be incinerated before the sun goes down."

Under Diablo's thoughtful gaze, the priest of the Holy Fire Church commanded the servants to dispose of the corpse with a slightly nervous expression.Then,

"Master Geralt, are you full? Please go home when you're full. Our tavern is about to close, so we can't continue to entertain you."

In such a polite greeting, Diablo was invited out by the owner of the tavern like a plague god.

What made Diablo even more interesting was that the sun had not set yet, and the afterglow was still shining, but on the streets of the slums, especially near his house, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and no one could be seen on the street.

"interesting!"

Such a weird scene and treatment made Diablo laugh out loud. He returned to his low, dilapidated wooden house with air leaks everywhere, fell asleep, and then snored like thunder.

Chapter 378 Wraith

As night fell, the stars and the moon turned across the sky.In the slums of the town of Sara, in a low and dilapidated wooden house, as the night grew darker, there were rustling and rather ear-piercing noises.

It was the sound of fingernails rubbing against wooden boards. Accompanied by this strange sound, there was also a gray fog that blended into the night. As the gray fog filled the air, the temperature in this wooden house began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dilapidated and dilapidated, holes in the wooden walls and uneven ground can be seen everywhere, and frost spreads, and the exhalation of the boy sleeping soundly on the bed is also clearly visible.

Shila-

The ear-piercing and unpleasant rubbing sound became louder and louder, as if something was about to wake up the sleeping boy on the bed, but the boy just turned over and fell into a deeper sleep.

And this kind of action seemed to anger the things that appeared as the night fell, the clearly visible gray fog condensed, and a slightly blurry figure appeared.

It was a young man with pale complexion and eyes full of resentment and resentment, but what made people shudder was that his head was sunken by a large piece.

"Geralt, how dare you..."

The person who died in a tragic accident turned into a spirit of resentment and approached the boy on the bed. Just as he stretched out his sharp claws that were no longer human-like, and wanted to touch the boy's body, a hand with sharp joints slapped him. come over.

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you quarreling with your father?"

A mortal palm without any special power, when touching the evil spirit transformed by resentment, it was like touching an entity, and it was slapped apart with a single slap.

And after the wraith was slapped away, the annoying sound of fingernails rubbing in the room immediately fell silent, and the temperature in the wooden house also slowly rose.

But, the next moment,

"Geralt..."

"die……"

"Why..."

In addition to the wraith who was slapped away by the young man, four other wraiths whose necks were wiped by him also emerged. The small wooden house was packed to the brim, and the temperature dropped to freezing point at this moment.

"You guys are really annoying."

It was so noisy, even though Diablo was drowsy at this time, he couldn't continue to sleep.Jean sat up and looked at the wraiths filling the room, his face full of impatience.

"Are you going to leave or I will send you on the road?"

The Wraith didn't answer, and stared at Diablo with eyes full of resentment. He was no different from ordinary people, but his lifeless face gradually distorted, and then he pounced on him...

So, after a while, the sleepy-eyed teenager yawned, then fell asleep again, snoring loudly, and this time, all the visions in the room disappeared without a trace, until the sun rose the next day. anything.

"It's so comfortable!"

The young man who was full of wine and food and had a good night's sleep stretched his body facing the rising sun with a calm posture.

And his appearance immediately caused the poor people in the slums to cast surprised, puzzled and puzzled eyes.It seems that the guy who killed someone yesterday is still alive today.

"Ah, look at the wall of his house!"

Some people couldn't help being curious, because it was Xu Dongsheng's time at this time, so they took a closer look, and when they got close, they couldn't help shouting.

Diablo heard the yelling, and followed Daliu to look at the wall of his house curiously, and then he saw a series of blood-stained scratches distributed irregularly on the door wall of his house, which made people shudder .

"Geralt, are you still alive?"

After someone witnessed the claw marks on the wooden house, some couldn't help asking the boy who was bathing in the sun.

"Nonsense." Diablo, with red lips and white teeth, and a ruddy complexion, rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer such questions.

Soon as the news of his life spread, Diablo found that he seemed to be a rare animal, and his home was surrounded by three layers of civilians who heard the news.

All the people looked at him with strange expressions, as if they were looking at the imprisoned beast that was so endangered that there was only one left in the whole world.

Just as Diablo was thinking about whether to use violence to disperse the crowd, the priest in red who wiped Diablo's butt yesterday led his servants to separate the crowd and walked in front of Diablo.

"I never thought you were still alive."

The pastor looked at Diablo with eyes that were not much better than those of those ignorant poor people.

"Of course I am alive, even if the world is destroyed, I will still be alive."

This remark was naturally taken by the pastor as a young man's angry words, and he didn't take it seriously, but started to ask,

"How did you spend the night?"

"Close and open your eyes, and the night will pass."

Diablo's tone was relaxed and freehand, as if he was talking about an easy and ordinary thing.

"Didn't anything bad happen to you?"

Such an answer naturally did not satisfy the pastor of the Holy Fire Church, but the boy in front of him looked even better than what he saw yesterday, and there was no sign of being corrupted by evil spirits at all, but the traces left on the house clearly showed that this house was last night It has already been found by the evil spirits.

"No, I was woken up last night by a group of people who didn't know what to do. After I got up and scolded them, I went back to sleep."

"and then?"

"And then it's now."

"You haven't been woken up again?"

"No."

"how is this possible?"

Hearing Diablo's description, the pastor's face was full of disbelief, which overturned his three views.

In today's world, terror is rampant. The corpses of the dead are buried in the ground. If nothing is done, they will crawl out of the ground again within three days.

But even if it is burned with a raging fire, if the deceased had any resentment, unwillingness, or even reluctance during his lifetime, he may return to the world in another form.

Those five gangsters who were slaughtered by the boy in front of the tavern yesterday were like killing chickens. They were young enough to kill them early, and their resentment was so heavy that even if they were smashed to pieces, they would definitely turn into resentment. Spirit returns.

Therefore, in the eyes of the priest, Diablo who killed them must die.But I didn't expect this guy to spend the night so easily.

"How is it impossible? Those trash can't do anything to me when they're alive, and they want to turn the world upside down when they're dead."

"Sure enough, you expelled the evil spirit last night, didn't you?" The pastor seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little excited.

"Eviction? Don't know. They're not going to disturb my sleep like they did last night anyway."

"A born witcher!"

After listening to Diablo's words, the priest bent down and stared at the ragged boy in front of him,

"Do you want to have a full meal?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Who wants to go hungry?"

"Well, there is a place that guarantees that you won't be hungry."

Chapter 379 The Witcher School