Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

In the living room, the stove has been lit, and the warm flames slowly drive away the coldness in the air.

Several waitresses cooked a modest dinner for Dick, Tyson and Professor Purcell, and then they hurried upstairs to rest.

These girls were originally sixteen or seventeen years old, in their prime. They were frightened by the Catu people and were exhausted.

But Dick learned from the previous chat that the Gatu people had not insulted them yet. They probably wanted to take all these girls back to the grassland and distribute them to reproduce offspring, so they did not take action.

In these troubled times, this can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.

The food had been removed from the table, and the maids thoughtfully lit a candle.

Under the weak candlelight, the faces of the two demon hunters and the middle-aged man were illuminated with varying degrees of brightness.

Tyson on the side yawned and looked down at Seer next to him: "Dad, aren't you sleepy? If you are, go to bed. What else do you have to talk to Dick about?"

Sale just gave the big man of the Grizzlies a slightly stern sideways glance, and the latter couldn't help but shrink his neck and sit up straight again.

Dick smiled secretly, and then said directly: "Professor Purcell, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Hey!" Purcell sighed, "Dick, did you know? I was a professor of biology who graduated from Cowburg University. I studied various genes and the composition of gene chains in humans and animals."

"Then this should be quite high-end technology. You know, in this society, few people can pry into the mysteries of the human body. Those genes are the key to various biological diversity."

Seer's eyes suddenly lit up. He just mentioned his expertise casually, but unexpectedly, the witcher in front of him actually knew a thing or two.

"You witchers also learn this?"

Dick rolled his eyes and said: "Although we witchers don't learn these things, don't forget that there are warlocks in our witcher base camp, Kell Castle.

"Those warlocks are always talking about it. They are either studying professional techniques or improving various spells every day. I also heard about it from their mouths."

"That's true." Purcell slumped back and leaned back on the chair. "Many times, Cowburg University will cooperate with those warlocks, but there is little progress in the mysteries of the human body."

Tyson next to him yawned again, "Dad, you have said so much, what are you going to say?"

"What I mean is," Professor Purcell looked serious, "As a professor, my status in this society is not as high as those of the nobles, but I am also deeply respected.

"But my son is a witcher."

Tyson on the side asked puzzledly: "Father, what's wrong with being a witcher?

"Besides, when you went out to collect eggs hatched by harpies, wasn't it because you were rescued by my master, so you verbally reached the '[accident rate]'? Isn't this fair?

"And you see I'm living a good life now, I'm strong, I'm loved by these villagers, I feel like my life is very fulfilling."

"[Accident rate], [Accident rate], [Accident rate] again!" Professor Purcell suddenly lost his temper, and then said loudly:

"You demon hunters rely on the [accident rate] to defraud us children who were born in harmonious families. Just because your master saved my life back then, you ask for [accident rate] in return.

"When I got home, my wife was pregnant, so my oldest son, Tyson, became the [accident rate] in exchange."

"Dick, do you think this is fair?

"With my financial resources, I could have redeemed my promise with money, but you demon hunters are highly valued by various kingdoms. I can't say anything more. I can only watch the child being taken away after he was born. This has been a full 18 years. I only saw my child for the second time in 18 years.”

Dick also knows the [accident rate] of this demon hunter:

If a witcher saves the life of a passerby, without thinking about what to use as the witch hunting commission, he randomly offers to go home with the rescued person.

After returning to the rescued person's home, the first person or creature they see returns as something unexpected.

If he is a human being, he will be accepted directly as a disciple when he is young. After returning to Kell Castle, the warlock will help him conduct the grass trial and transform him into a demon hunter.

If it is a domestic animal like a cow or horse, it will be taken away directly.

But if you are an adult, you can only repay with property, or use other ways to repay after discussion.

"Honestly," Dick looked up at the ceiling, pondered for a while, and said seriously, "I also feel that this [accident rate] is indeed unfair to ordinary people."

Professor Purcell opened his eyes wide, obviously not expecting Dick, a demon hunter, to say this.

"Please continue."

His voice was trembling, and he never expected that his point of view would be agreed with by the witcher.

“It’s okay if civilians who have difficulty surviving become witchers. Although the process of transforming into a witcher is very difficult and the mortality rate is high, as long as the transformation is successful, at least they will have enough food and clothing.

“But a wealthy family like yours only adds to the chaos.

"Just like the Tyson in front of me, his life course has been completely changed. He might not have grown up to be such a bear and tiger, but he would have been trained by you to become a gentle and elegant scholar."

"You, you know me so well, Dick. I'm sorry for my attitude when I first met you."

First meeting?

Dick realized something as soon as he thought about it.

When he first met Professor Purcell, his eyes were full of hatred.

"You hate witchers?"

"Yes."

Searle nodded heavily, ignoring his son's surprised look, and said: "I really hate the demon hunters. They took away my happiness and turned my son into a monster.

"A monster that can match monsters, a monster that can deal with monsters.

"I hate the demon hunters, but I hate the demon hunter who took my son even more.

"He was so young at the time, he was only 3 months old.

"The man named Kus, even though he has been dead for many years now, I still hate him deeply.

"Even after I die, my soul will always curse..."

"Father, enough, don't say it. Kus is my mentor, and he has been very kind to me. I don't want anyone to say bad things about him behind his back after he dies."

"You! "

Searle sighed deeply, and Dick now understood why he looked at him with such hatred. He regarded the demon hunter as a monster.

Thinking carefully, although this is not quite right, it does make some sense.

The demon hunter has abnormal physical fitness and a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people.

In addition, they cannot reproduce, and to some extent, they have already produced reproductive isolation from ordinary humans.

If this is not a monster, what else can it be?