Through the fog.

Reso of the Viper School appeared in a small room in a dark castle, with empty boxes, blankets, pots and pans, and wooden barrels and miscellaneous items displayed in the four walls.

In the corner of the room, a thin little boy was standing on the wooden barrel with his back to him, struggling to tiptoe, holding the iron fence beside the window above the wall, looking through the iron fence, greedily looking at the bright sky outside the window.

"What are you doing, boy!"

The boy was startled by his low and hoarse voice and almost fell off the barrel.

The next second, his body stretched into a wooden stick, his palms pressed against his thighs, he lowered his head and looked at his toes, but he quickly looked up at the intruder, with his clever and cunning eyes.

"Sorry! Teacher, I didn't mean to hide here... I know I was wrong, so I'll spare me once!"

"What teacher?"

The bald man slowed down his tone, and a ugly smile appeared on his stiff poker face. He spread his hands and signaled that he had no malice, and his expression was like a bloated and cute grizzly bear.

The boy immediately covered his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the bald man like an adult, "You thief, bald monster, where did you come in? The door of the utility room is clearly locked tightly. Could it be that you crawl in through the crack in the window?"

"Name..." Resor emphasized.

"Hmph! Ivar!"

Swish-

The man's face suddenly changed, his cheeks tense, his eyes widened like two amber lanterns, and his terrifying light as if it were a knife, passing by the boy's slender face with a pointed chin.

A little familiar.

You can vaguely see the outline of Ivar in your memory, but there is no pair of iconic evil eyes, instead it is popularized by brown eyes and single eyelids.

The boy was startled by him and stepped back to the corner of the wall, crossed his hands in front of his chest to act as a defensive posture, staring at the bald man,

"It's your turn! What's your name?"

"Reso...what is this?"

The boy's expression became more and more surprised, "Castle of Risberg."

"How is it possible..."

The bald man murmured to himself and fell into deep thought. He returned to Risberg hundreds of years ago and met the arrogant Grand Master Ivar in his childhood?

Am I dreaming during the day?

"Why don't you talk anymore?"

"Ivar, how did you get here?"

"There are so many problems, like an old lady!"

The boy pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment.

"Grandpa Cosimo brought me back..."

His expression became very complicated in an instant, grateful and afraid.

"What before?" The bald man looked at the boy with a gentle look.

"Bai Chang is so big, he is as stupid as a pig! Can't you tell me? I... I'm just an orphan in war. I've been wandering for a long time and was caught by human traffickers and almost died. Fortunately, my grandfather saved me in time."

When he mentioned the trafficker, he gritted his teeth, like a hungry wolf cub, with a light of hatred shooting in his eyes!

"Are you still used to living here?"

"There are food and drinks, but the teachers forced me to drink a bunch of colorful and messy herbs all day long. They were as hard as drank, and they wanted to vomit but couldn't spit out after drinking." The little face wrinkled like bitter gourd, "and also get injections, checks, exercises, and punishes if you don't obey."

"Grandpa Cosimo, Uncle Arzu always tells us plasticity." He cleared his throat, crossed his hand in front of his belly, imitating clumsy and funnyly, "Time will take the price, the old clay is getting harder and harder, and adults cannot transform, and can only collapse into slag. Only young lives have 'plasticity'

"If I hadn't been able to open my stomach and eat enough every meal, I would have escaped long ago!"

Risberg, Plasticity, Ivar.

Resso was sure.

Where he is now, the legendary Castle of Risberg.

He is witnessing the birth of the first batch of witch hunters!

"Do you have any other children?"

A warm smile flashed across Ivar's face.

"There are thirty-seven...Madok...Jagorda...Eran...Misi...Aga...Flar...Anahad...Some are orphans, and some are sold to teachers by their parents. Now it's my turn to ask?"

...

The fog surged like a tide, interrupting the subsequent conversation.

...

Another dark secret room.

Visemir was in the same strange situation as Resor.

"You said your name is Aiga?"

He looked at the boy with a pale face, small nose and small eyes, and a fever on the wooden bed, with an incredible expression.

The guy's eyebrows and eyes still vaguely felt like the wolf master.

"Since you mean, do you know other Aiga?" The boy looked at the other person's strange cheek in surprise. It was old, but without a single hair, beard, and eyebrows, and a hint of strange kindness.

Visemir was slightly lost and could not find Grand Master Aiga in the fog, but saw his childhood.

The gentle palm gently stroked the boy's little head.

Just like Aiga once did to him.

"Aiga, where are your parents?"

"I, I am an orphan... wandering around Hidalis, and then Uncle Arzu brought me home."

"Do you like life here?"

He nodded vigorously, and a hint of excitement appeared on his simple little face.

"There are many brothers and sisters, and they are full of food. No one fights to compete for a meal. Everyone has several brand new sets of clothes... After drinking medicine, checking and training every day, everyone can play, play hide and seek, and draw... It's much more interesting than the days when they were wandering!"

A sincere joy appeared on Aiga's sickly and red cheeks, and the back of his left hand, which was placed outside the quilt, was covered with shocking pinholes and bruises.

Visemir shook his head.

Poor child, is this satisfied?

If you go to Gaowen’s house, wouldn’t you faint from happiness?

"Isn't it painful to drink medicine?" Visemir looked at the scars on his body and sighed, "Can you bear it?"

"But I'm very happy! Everyone gathers in the same room and will never be bored... The experiment is just a little sacrifice and price, and I'm fine!"

"I am very grateful to Grandpa, everyone. If I can, I want to stay in the castle. I want to be with everyone forever!"

...

"Your fucking name is Anahad?!"

Maojiu raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his gray-green pupils looked at the boy who was about ten years old, tall and seemed to be a little precocious, with wide shoulders.

Under the shaved buzz cut, the green face had round eyes. When he widened his eyes, the whole room was illuminated by the light of sincerity and happiness in his eyes.

He also has thick eyebrows, round nose, thick and moderate lips, and a little baby fat side face.

Even if he doesn't laugh, it makes people feel happy and happy.

When he grinned and exposed his baby teeth, the enthusiasm and frankness made Maojiu unable to help but want to bend his mouth slightly.

What a cute little boy.

"Where did I offend you?"

Anahad mechanically carried the dumbbells in his left hand, and maintained a bright smile of habit on his face. He looked at the weird guy who had entered the castle training room from somewhere and called himself a cat and eagle.

"No, you haven't offended me yet... I just didn't expect that the legendary cold-blooded and ruthless master of the Bear Sect looked like this when he was a child." Maojiu's pupils shrank and she sighed, "It's completely beyond my expectations. How should I compete with this horse? Use the big to bully the small?"

"Cold-blooded and ruthless? Are you talking about me?"

Anahad suddenly turned pale, and a vivid guilt showed, which made people feel inexplicably distressed.

"No, no, I recognized the wrong person." Maojiu shook his head.

"Maybe you are right... I took the initiative to leave my parents who love me and my dear brothers and sisters. I am a ruthless person."

"What does it mean to leave on your own initiative?" Maojiu asked,

"The harvest this year is too bad, the crops are not harvested, the family is about to lose their pot, and the weather is extremely cold... If this continues, the five younger brothers and sisters can't stand it." Perhaps someone who lacks communication usually lacks communication, Anahad covered his face with his hands and said everything in his heart in one breath, "I have no choice, someone must make sacrifices."

"I am my brother, the oldest child in the family."

"So, I sold myself to Grandpa Cosimo and left the last sum of money for the family. It was enough to survive several deserts and severe winters."

"Sell yourself, you are such a little genius!"

"Actually it's not that bad here..." A cheerful smile appeared on his lips. "Following grandpa to Risberg is at least better than being sold to Skellijah. Maybe in a few years, when the teachers finish the experiment, I can still go back to see my younger brother and sister."
To be continued...