The Butcher

On the way, two children, one large and one small, could be seen walking towards the house of Fletcher, a butcher in the north.

According to Roy, Uncle Butcher is similar to Susie's distant relatives. These two families will move from time to time, and perhaps there will be a chance for his own ideas.

"Ha! Cock killer, look at your little hands and calves, thin as a wooden stick, and you want to be my father's student? Stay at home and send you into a daze!" Brandon sucked and slid to his upper lip. Translucent snot, he said extremely contemptuously.

Roy followed the boy. The boy was less than 4 inches (1.2 meters) taller or smaller than me.

(A / N: Agile sarcasm?)

It was nearly 5 inches and 4 inches (about 1.6 meters). He looked down at the watermelon head of the latter and could not help but reach out to smooth a pinch of the other head. Before Brandon turned his head warily, his unruly hair, which was held high, casually pulled his hand away.

Well, now I feel comfortable.

In his previous life, he lived for eighteen years. He could not take care of the child, shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "I am a thirteen-year-old adult. It's a big deal to kill a chicken. Only a child who has never seen the market will make a fuss. Rooster killer? It's ugly to die, think about it yourself."

"The fool who cannot even till the land has the courage to kill chickens with his own hands. There are various signs that you are most likely possessed by the devil. Should I judge this slowly?"

Brandon's dirty plump hand wiped his nose on his mouth and then wiped it off with her white shirt.

As a child of a butcher, his family's financial situation is much better than that of most households in the village. There is no shortage of meat, and the clothes are more glamorous. Despite the fact that he is young, he is pleased with several children of the same age. Since childhood, he has a sense of "superiority". How can he resist ridicule?

"Dirty feet! My father once met Leiria and Livia's queen Miwi at the winter solstice and told me every night of the great situation this year. You redneck who never left Cay dare to say I haven't seen the market?"

"Oh, listen to how your Uncle Fletcher brags every night. Did he tell you about juggling?" Roy calmly watched his interlocutor's expression and, as expected, when he heard the word "juggling", Bran Dong immediately brightened his eyes and spoke wildly, his words full of envy and longing.

When Roy saw this, he calmed down for a while, suddenly stopped, raised his head and raised his head: "If you can help convince Uncle Fletcher to accept me as an apprentice, then the great Lord Roy will show this to Brandon." A miracle trick. "

"Cock killer, I still want to lie to Uncle Don Quixote's milk doll, can you fool me?" Brandon suddenly gagged, his eyes widening, his mouth wide enough to hold an egg. Caterpillar-like snot slipped uncontrollably out of his nostrils.

"Shipy ... how did you do it." Right before his eyes, under the bright sun, the rock in Roy's right palm disappeared without warning, as if it had been transported out of thin air into an invisible place.

The palms close and open again and stones reappear.

"This is the trick I'm talking about." Roy was very pleased with the boy's performance. In fact, the stone lay quietly in a cubic space attached to a template, and he would have taken it at will if he thought about it. In the immediate vicinity.

"I don't believe this, you will show me again!"

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

"Yes." Brandon sometimes steals a little change from the butcher's father and takes his close friends to the village to the tavern to buy dried fruit and taste the sweet and sour fruit wine.

"Give it to me, one crown will be enough!"

Brandon didn't know if he was really stupid or curious. He did take the yellow crown out of his hands and tossed it to Roy, then stretched his neck as he watched the other side hold the crown and lower it, waiting for his fist. Turning around and opening it again, the crown disappeared without a trace.

"I always sit at home behind closed doors just to learn tricks. Now that the research is successful, I must also let you know."

Brandon searched Roy's body in disbelief, and the last one was completely clean, and there was nowhere to hide anything. At that moment, he had nothing to say, and he agreed to Roy's request.

"You teach me tricks, I beg my father to accept you as an apprentice, and this business will not lose money."

"There is one more thing, I solemnly warn you!" Seeing that the other side hadn't mentioned it, Roy laughed at the crown and emphasized, "Never call me a cock killer again, and you can't rely on anyone."

...

In the courtyard of the butcher's house, a middle-aged man with a broad waist and a round waist stroked a scalper, which was **** with its limbs and hung upside down on a wooden frame. As he was about to stab him, he caught a glimpse of Roy. He ignored Roy, but growled at the little fat man with an expression on his face, "Smelly boy, where are you going to go? He told me that several times this month I did not show up at the village headman's house, which was a waste of my hard-earned money. Money! I don't know a few big characters, who else I would like to be a bard in the future? Just learn this craft from me! "

Brandon found himself face to face with his "ideal", and suddenly his fat face turned red and dropped his head. He is the son of a pig killer, but he dreams of being a chic and courteous bard, if other people in the village find out about this, he will not laugh with all his might.

In fact, there are no more than three literate people in the village of Kei, including the village headman, and 90% of the residents even have to pay for help when they write a letter to their distant relatives. Although the butcher Fletcher has Five Big and Three Rough, he doesn't want his son to continue to be illiterate.

"Brandon, if you can get a compliment from the village headman, I will ask you, Uncle Tom, to take you to Van Geborg for a long time. If you learn well enough, then Dad, I will send you to Autumnfer even if you lose your fortune. A special university for further education! Your mother thought the same before she died, don't let her down! "

Roy didn't think there was anything to it when he heard Brandon's ideal of becoming a bard. When his father finished talking about his plan, he could not help but be mildly surprised. How could this guy have such foresight?

A butcher job can make people live very well. In terms of decency and status, he is not as good as an educated person. Let's not talk about going to university. As long as you can read and write the common symbols of the northern kingdom, you will not have to worry about food and drink in the country and you will be more fortunate. Become a scribe in a big city, then you will be more respected.

As for the Butcher University of Autumnfurt, it is the best university in the world, and the Imperial College of Nilfgard is also known as the best university in the world. Geralt's best friend Dandrien and Shani's confidante, both graduated from Osenfurt.

"Don't underestimate the villagers." Roy looked from the butcher to his son and back again.

Fletcher scolded his son from the bottom of his heart, but ignored him. "Buddy, don't leave the house yet!" Brandon glanced at Roy for help, who immediately said, "Uncle Fletcher, I'm coming today ..."

The butcher waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him bluntly: "Little Roy, are you injured? Buy a piece of fresh meat later and come back to catch up! Susie has been beaten up these days, so I have time to accompany him. She!"

At this time, Brandon was thinking about learning tricks, bit the bullet and said: "Fletcher, he wants to be your student."

"Only him?" Fletcher looked up at Roy, squinted his eyes and said unceremoniously, "Uncle plans to hire a student, but you haven't even planted the earth. Susie can agree that you be me. Student? Moreover, your body is too thin. I'm afraid you won't be long. you can handle any animal, so don't mess with me, just stay calm! "

The job of slaughtering pigs and sheep is dirty and tedious, but it is a popular job. The knife slips a little, oil, water and crowns are irreplaceable. Fletcher wanted to transfer this matter to his son earlier so that he had nothing to worry about. But now this child has a better way out - to study common characters, so that he will no longer force events.

Weak Roy has already decided to find a stable source of experience. How could he be scared of this little difficulty, break his fingers and say sternly: "Uncle Fletcher, give me a chance, can you hear me explain?"

The butcher nodded.

"Actually, I discussed it with Old Moore and Susie. The final word on this matter is mine." Roy paused. "You mentioned that it takes a body to be a butcher. It's natural. But this craft appreciates more technology and experience, and it can be accumulated slowly. As I know, according to your experience and skills, even if you close your eyes , you can separate the livestock neatly. "

"Do not look at me now, I am thin and weak, but I am young, energetic, growing fast and learning everything very quickly. As long as you are ready to teach me hand in hand, I promise that you will not fail!"

Roy gritted his teeth and added, "If I can't make money during my apprenticeship, I don't have to pay! As long as you cut me a piece of meat from time to time or something."

Hearing this, the butcher grinned and said, "Little Roy is different from the old one. You couldn't hold back a word for a long time, but now why is your mouth so slippery? It's like I'm committing a crime by not accepting you. Watch. Susie's face, then I'll give you a chance, dare you start? " As he said, he let go of his body and exposed the large scalp hunter behind him.

"As long as you dare to send this big guy away with your own hands and resist the nausea, I will accept you as an apprentice, Fletcher."

He expected that Roy, a six-month-old boy who had never seen blood, would not dare to do it.

But I did not know that the body of the boy in front of him was forcibly shoved into the soul of the earthly youth in the era of the information explosion. What **** scene was not seen on screen?

Roy took a sharp ox-ear knife from the butcher, without changing his face, walked straight to the large scalper, which was hanging upside down, turned and said sincerely,

"Uncle Fletcher, to tell you, I had a long dream after being run over by this horse a few days ago. After awakening from my sleep, I decided to make some changes. I am a countryman and do not know how to farm. But I have to learn the trade. to support myself, subsidize and subsidize my family ... Old Moore and Susie have taken care of me for over ten years, and I must return them. "

The entire courtyard was instantly audible. Brandon's face turned pale and he held his breath. Although he was the son of a butcher, he never moved his hands. Every time his father killed animals, he hid and covered his ears. ... The thin back in front of him, holding the hideous cold blade, suddenly gave him a strange feeling.

Roy, it looks like he's not that gentle and cowardly Roy anymore.

And Mr. Butcher, - a hint of surprise flashed across his fat face, - is this height? Everyone knows how to take care of a family. Fletcher could not resist and looked at the disobedient ghost with a runny nose near his eyes.

So if you get hit by a horse, people will suddenly grow up and mature?

"Roy, you should see the bump in the neck of the cow that I just learned about. Your knife will pierce the bump so hard that the scalp will not be in too much pain."

As soon as the first one lowered his voice, Roy's eyes narrowed.

He felt that he was killing a chicken.

With an even wave of the hand, the knife becomes clean and sharp, furious and determined, the wrist is directed forward, the knife is pulled out and closed. The big scalp hunter looked at him with huge black eyes, two wet marks poured out of his eye sockets, and he lowed weakly, but did not even resist so much that he did not make a sound.

At the same time, the value of experience in the Roy pattern increases to 7 points. Killing a big speculator gave him a whopping 5 experience points.

The second drop of blood, the legendary vomiting, emotional excitement still did not appear.

But in the end, killing chickens and killing cattle are two different things. Roy did not feel much joy in gaining experience points, but he felt a little sad and a little panic.

Kill a life to get experience points. What is the principle?

If you kill a person, what experience can you have?

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

How does the template determine the value of experience for each life, the more, the higher, the higher? Or is it a strong vitality and soul quality? For other reasons? Roy had to make sure of more kills.

Many questions arose in his head, and he was stunned by a sharp knife dripping blood.

At this time, the butcher smiled heartily, slapped him furiously on the shoulder and made Roy wake up with great strength.

"Good boy, do you really dare to do it. Will you get bigger if a horse hits you ?! This time you will pass. If you don't feel dirty and tired, come to me tomorrow morning before the sun came out. If you can hold out, don't talk about the salary, you can't do without. "

Fletcher is not that young anymore. His son is focused on exploring general characters and is unwilling to take on leadership. Then he needs an assistant. Although Roy is thin and thin, he has seen a big one since childhood. He is simple and honest and knows how to repay his parents. Because of Susie, he has several relatives with himself, and it seems like it's good to cultivate slowly.

"Uncle Fletcher, I have to be there on time!" Roy instantly looked up from his sentimentality and his gaze hardened.

He laughed slightly inwardly: "I don't have enough food and there is an unknown threat, why should I pretend to feel sorry for the cow?" Roy removed the crocodile's tears and gripped the sharp knife.

(End of this chapter)