"If that's the case, why would you want those kids to participate in hunter apprenticeship?" Feng Chen was a little puzzled, "Wouldn't it be better not to let them become hunters?" ”

Jia Xiao smiled bitterly: "Many of the descendants of the major families and the children of the upper echelons have amazing talents and good wisdom, for them, even if they are not hunters, there are many ways to get ahead. But if we put on www.biquge.info the hunter's shackles, we'd spend a year in this camp doing nothing, and then two years of the dirtiest and most tiring work under the command of the union hunters. Even if you don't count the process, how many people will be erased, and how much loss will it cause to a person's life just by saying that these three years of no harvest will be caused? ”

Feng Chen was silent, he didn't expect that such a seemingly simple process as hunter training would be played with so many tricks. Those in power speak high-sounding words, but they do things that are almost unstoppable.

"Probably outsiders who don't know the truth, seeing that the hunters who walked out of this training camp are looking lost all day long, they guess if there is some inhumane training here." Jia Xiao laughed self-deprecatingly, and the candy stick in his mouth had been half eaten at some point, "When we walk out of here in a year, we will surely become like them." "Feng Chen, in his opinion, the tomboy should be a hearty and talkative person, but after only living in this camp for a few days, a lingering haze has already shrouded his brow.

Lu Dama's speculation is not wrong, here, "death" is indeed impossible, but consuming youth in vain is a more desperate thing than death, so in this way, Miss Qin's so-called "demon training camp" is also a bit appropriate.

"If there is no one to manage here, what will we do with our food and lodging?" If it comes, it will be safe, and the dust will forcibly suppress this abandoned melancholy, and ask what he cares about the most.

"You can pick any one of the empty rooms here." The tomboy waved his arm, "Every week, there will be a supply truck delivering vegetables, dried meat, and grain. His smile became a little more natural, "According to the camp's full ration, it is more than enough to eat half and throw half away." For water, there is a small stream south of the camp, where you can go and fight. He suddenly lowered his voice and said cautiously, "But be careful, be sure to go to the westernmost part of the camp before fetching water, there is a big man living on the south side, and I have seen him peeing on the water's edge." ”

The person who lives in the south is called Xiong Fuji, and he is a ruthless character, and when he hears the name, he knows that he is a guy with a big waist and a round waist and a face full of meat. In the words of a tomboy, it is a juvenile version of the human chariot, and it is an object that must not be provoked. But like the other people who were exiled here, Big Storm Bear only met Jia Xiao once on the day of the report, and then hid in his own area, and only rarely could he be seen.

With such an unusual figure, if Xiong Fuji can train normally, he will definitely become a powerful high-level hunter. Not only him, but Jia Xiao beside him is quick and organized, and he can temporarily play a guest role as a manager when the camp is unmanaged, which is obviously very smart. Although Feng Chen didn't know much about the other two people, he thought that those two people should also have something extraordinary, and the four talented trainee hunters were exiled here for no reason, and they saw that they would never come out, and Feng Chen couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Jia Xiao, why were you exiled here?" Feng Chen asked.

The tomboy who had been smiling and explaining to Feng Chen, suddenly became serious: "Feng Chen, don't say this sentence easily in the camp in the future." He said solemnly, "The reason for being exiled here boils down to our privacy. Everyone has their own sad things, and if you ask them casually, it is normal to be sad or secondary, and it is normal to be considered impolite or even hostile. ”

"Besides, the reason why some people are exiled is a secret in itself, and sometimes it is better for everyone to ask less. Don't talk much, that's the only requirement of this camp. ”

Seeing Feng Chen's understanding and nodded, Jia Xiao's expression softened, he finished the candy stick in his mouth again, took out two more from the pocket behind his waist, and handed one to Feng Chen.

"Thank you." Feng Chen also followed his example and held it in his mouth, the taste of this thing was like the sugar balls sold during the New Year's Festival, but it was harder and had a faint fragrance.

"But my words," Jia Xiao said casually, "I was exiled here because I was unlucky." ”

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Feng Chen didn't ask any further, and the tomboy vaguely mentioned to him the reason for his exile, which could be seen as a gesture of favor and a sign of due vigilance. After all, the young elites always have more things in their minds than the perennial children in Xuelin Village.

The size and structure of the wooden houses in the camp are basically similar, so Fengchen chose a house on higher ground to the north, which is close to the water and not easy to get damp in the high places. He spent the afternoon cleaning his room, cleaning up the cobwebs and dust, fetching a jar of water, and went to the camp barn to get some bedding and household utensils, and finally transformed the lifeless wooden house into a place to settle down temporarily.

"It turned out to be a life that I was familiar with." Feng Chen sighed as he cooked his own dinner. The ration of dried meat is hard, far inferior to fresh prey. Even if he could catch a rabbit, the little hunter regretted that he didn't take his father's hunting bow with him before leaving.

Thinking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly and poured the washed greens into the pot and stir-fried. Even if you bring hunting equipment, this is no longer the hunting ground you are familiar with. The valley training camp is as new to him as Xuelin is to him at the age of seven. The difference is that I came here to be a hunter, not to go back to my old profession and be a hunter.

Jia Xiao's words rang in his mind at the right time, remembering his words about this camp, Feng Chen slowly put down the vegetable shovel in his hand.

Feng Chen is different from Feng Manyun, he does not have the ultimate goal of being a hunter. His original intention was simply to help Uncle Harder and find a place of safety and peace for the children of the same age in the village. From this point of view, assigning him to spend these three years in this safe environment was more than what Deacon Morin wanted. But this news did not give Feng Chen much relief, but made him even more entangled.

Even if the place of exile is a paradise, exile is exile, a label of "you can't be a hunter", and the person who puts this label on it is not recognized and valued. Even if he was hunting in the snow forest, Feng Chen would try his best to shoot someone who was fatter and heavier than his father's prey, not to mention a hunter apprentice who was more than 1,000 kilometers away from home.

What Feng Chen didn't know was that the chief deacon didn't deliberately target him. Morin just casually mentioned it in his deal with Magnini and stumbled upon this place. He could appease the dragon village chief without violating the hunter union's rule of "not reusing the natives", so why wouldn't he do it?

Death brings fear, and blindness brings anger. Now, this inadvertent move has succeeded in infuriating the young man Feng Chen, and even here, he is not willing to spend these three years in mediocrity and follow Morin's script.

"Isn't it just a hunter, I learned about hunting when I was seven years old, and I still have nothing to do with these things?" He secretly cheered himself up.

"Oops!" Feng Chen exclaimed, the dishes that had just been distracted for a while, and had not yet been shoveled out of the pot, were already scorched at the moment.