Demon Hunter and His Hut

Deep in the woods.

　　 A group of people rode on their horses and stopped in a clearing.

　　 "Just here."

　　 said in a deep voice, a middle-aged man with a beard.

　　 "Go and check around, make sure that no one else breaks in by mistake."

　　 Hearing what he said, several young people turned over from their horses and quickly disappeared into the woods.

　　 After a long time, several young people returned to their places.

　　 "Sir, it is very quiet here. After a while, we will send someone to guard around." Someone replied.

　　 "Very well, Mr. Commander attaches great importance to this selection. The Knights need some fresh blood, but we cannot lower the selection criteria for this reason."

　　 "How many candidates are there this time?"

　　 "Two people."

　　 "Very good." The middle-aged man nodded, "You will be responsible for guiding them into there for a while. Remember to be careful not to let them see the flaws."

　　 "Don't worry, Mr. Lehard."

　　 The young man was a little excited, "I take the liberty to ask, sir, which page do we use for the selection this time?"

　　 Hearing what he said, the people around also pricked their ears.

　　 "Is this something you can inquire about?"

　　 The middle-aged Lehard put up his beard and pretended to be angry.

　　 "Haha, sir, we are also curious."

　　 The young man didn't care.

　　 "After all, we did this step by step at the beginning."

　　 He looked around, "Don't say you are not curious."

　　 The young man pointed to one of the black guys wearing a hat, "Raerson, when you were selected, which page was selected?"

　　 The black guy called Raelson chuckled. He glanced at Lehard, and when he saw that the latter did not respond, he grinned and raised a finger.

"The first page."

"Oh?"

　　 "Everyone is interested."

　　 "What kind of story is that?"

"Frog prince."

　　 The black guy replied, and then a painful expression appeared on his face.

　　 "Damn it, it took me a long time to forget that huge ugly toad full of pus..."

　　 "Damn, you remind me of this terrible experience again."

　　 Looking at the expression, he was obviously not joking.

　　 "Haha." Everyone laughed.

　　 "I remember that in the story of the frog prince, they are not all terrible monsters. When the prince becomes a monster, it is indeed unforgettable."

　　 "But there is a lovely and kind princess in the story."

　　 Someone said.

　　 "Oh, God!"

　　 Raelson let out an exaggerated cry, "Look at what you mentioned, princess, **** it, I never want to hear this word again."

　　 "He successfully destroyed all my fantasies about the princess."

　　 "At first I thought I could spend a romantic night with this beautiful princess, but it turned out..."

　　 Raelson shivered.

　　 "God! Can you think of the feeling when the dense pustules crackle and fall on your body?"

　　 "Stop, stop talking!"

　　 everyone shouted.

　　 At this moment someone suddenly asked, "Which of you selected the twelfth page during the assessment."

　　 "12 pages? What kind of story is that?"

　　 "Cinderella."

　　 "Wow, crystal shoes, they sound pretty good."

　　 Everyone looked at each other, but they all shook their heads.

　　 "What's wrong? Is there anything special about this story?"

　　 The person who asked the question first shook his head.

　　 "To be honest, I don't know either."

　　 "When a friend of mine was doing the assessment, it happened to be this story. No one knows what he experienced in the story."

　　 "After coming out of there, he started to like men."

　　 "Oh, poor boy."

　　 Someone sighed, "Maybe he hurt his **** by the princess' crystal shoes..."

　　 Thinking of that terrible picture, everyone couldn't help but shiver.

　　 "Okay, shut up, boys."

　　 "Go to work, prepare in advance, our assessment will begin."

　　Lehad stopped everyone from frolicking.

　　 "But sir, you haven't told us the page number of the test?"

　　 "This is a secret!"

　　 Lehard stared, "I can tell you only after the assessment begins, and you are not allowed to disclose a word of those who participated in the assessment."

　　 "Don't worry, sir."

　　 Everyone looked straight and said in unison.

　　 Lehard nodded in satisfaction.

　　 "Are the rules still the same as every year?"

　　 someone asked.

　　 Lehard nodded.

　　 "Kill the monster, we can judge the overall strength of the examiner based on this, but his choice and judgment in the whole process can see his character."

　　 "For the Knights of the Round Table, this is a more important point."

　　 "I hope you can remember."

　　 "Okay, let's start preparing."

　　 After listening to Lehad's order, everyone began to get busy.

　　 "Matt."

　　 Lehard yelled softly, "Take those two children over to prepare."

　　 "Pay attention to proportions and be careful in everything."

　　 The young man called Matt nodded, and before long he brought two young people with a little nervous expression.

　　 There is a shield embroidered on the clothes of the arms of the two of them. The background color of the shield is brown, and there are some wooden textures on it.

The upper part of 　　 is two crossed swords, the tips of the swords are touching each other, which symbolizes the oath and war of the Knights of the Round Table.

　　 The two swords are put together like a dome for shelter from wind and rain. Under the dome is a meniscus-shaped half arc, and an inverted Y-shaped pattern passes through the middle of the meniscus-shaped arc.

　　 From the outside, it looks like a figure kneeling on the ground with open hands, praying for shelter, combined with the double swords crossed on top and the shield forming the entire outline.

The meaning of the 　　 pattern is self-evident.

　　 This is the mark of the Knights of the Round Table. Although the two have not yet entered the Knights, they have made all preparations.

　　 Regarding their behavior~www.readwn.com~ Matt chose to open one eye and close one eye. He told the two of them a few words, and then led them through the bushes and walked in one direction.

　　 "It's about to start."

　　 Everyone's expressions became tense.

　　Lehad stood on a hillside, blew the whistle in his mouth, and the clear voice passed along the wind.

　　 What nobody knew was that when Matt walked into the depths of the bush with two reserve knights, a silhouette like a dead tree flashed out of the forest.

　　 At this time, the sky had dimmed, and the faint figure seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment. He waved his hand, and the plants around him seemed to come to life.

　　 Where no one notices, the scenery gradually changes.

　　 Matt, who knew nothing about this, continued to walk forward, but what he didn't know was that he had unknowingly deviated from the original direction.

　　 After a good time, Matt quietly blew the whistle on his neck, no sound came out, but Lehad in the distance knew everything.

　　 His expression became solemn, and he took out a black box solemnly, and tore off the twine wrapped around the surface of the box. Lehard took out a page of slightly yellowed paper from it.

　　 A line of words clearly appears in the most eye-catching part of the page.

　　 "16—Little Red Riding Hood."