Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter

  Chapter 43 Shut up!

  Gordon did not continue to argue with Amos, nor is he ignorant of good and evil.

  After learning of the existence of the King of the Odd-faced Clan, as long as he turns his head a little, he can understand that the "multiple support" that Amos mentioned when he offered to participate in the mission before was just an excuse.

  With the strength of his high-level hunter, he led Hayata to carry out ordinary one-star and two-star missions, so how could he need others to take care of him?

   Obviously, he saw the danger hidden in this mission, and came here to "take care" of himself.

   "Anyway, thank you for your care."

  Gordon hesitated for a while, but decided to speak clearly and accepted the favor.

  Amos smiled and didn't deny anything. Fortunately, this little guy is not some stubborn young man, so it's good if he can listen to advice.

   "We will search westward, and we will not go any further. If those strange-faced tribes refuse to show up, we will first withdraw from the territory of this ethnic group.

   There is still plenty of time for the task, and the big deal is to change the target later, there is no need to catch a group of people forever. "

  Gordon nodded upon hearing this.

  Although I still feel that there is no need to change my actions for that small probability, but for the sake of Amos, if I don’t go deep, I won’t go deep.

   After deciding on the next route, Gordon took the lead and walked ahead to open the way.

  Amos continued his teaching, combined with practical demonstrations, to teach Hayata how to identify the direction in the dense forest, how to find water sources, etc.

   A long time after the group left, the dense forest returned to calm, leaving only a few corpses of the strange face tribe on the ground, waving the **** smell wantonly, attracting countless mosquitoes and flies.

   "Everything is so clear."

  Amidst the friction of branches and blades of grass, several short figures emerged from the low bushes in the forest.

   are a few strange faces.

   "Crack!"

   "Crack Cha."

   "Quack, blah, blah!"

  The corpses of the same family made the Qimian tribe extremely restless. The rough and primitive language echoed in the dense forest, making a chaotic noise. But when their quarrel became more intense, the appearance of a figure made them all quiet down.

  It walked out from the dark shadow of the tree, and the yellow skylight filtered by the layered leaves shone on it.

   That’s also a Qimian.

  The same skinny and rickety, with gray skin, and shriveled limbs seem to have no strength. Except for a slightly taller figure, they seem to be no different from ordinary odd-faced people.

  But it is the king of all the odd-faced tribes within a radius of hundreds of square kilometers—the king of the odd-faced tribe.

  As the King of the Odd-Mian Clan approached, the Odd-Mian Clan who had been arguing before all bent down one after another, carefully retreating to the sides to make way.

   "Crack."

  The king of the strange-faced tribe walked to the corpses, muttered something in a low voice, and then raised the scepter carved from unknown animal bones in his hand, screaming loudly.

   "Quack!"

  It was like throwing sparks into the gunpowder, and the odd-faced people surrounding them also raised their weapons one after another, and their fanatical howls resounded through the forest.

   "Quack!"

   After wandering around the edge of the strange-faced tribe's territory for a long time, Gordon and the others never encountered the strange-faced tribe again.

   The task did not progress, Gordon was naturally a little disappointed and a little bored, but he also knew that hunting was like this.

  The time hunters spend searching and tracking their prey is often several times that of fighting. It is for this reason that they are called "monster hunters" rather than "monster killers".

  However, Hayatta feels that he has lived an unprecedentedly fulfilling life, or in other words, a little too fulfilling.

  Amos seemed to want to stuff everything into her head, one knowledge point after another, she didn't know how much she could remember after waking up.

   "Hayata, look at this fern. Its stems are very special. They only grow in the direction of the sun. Sometimes you can use them to judge the direction. Remember?"

   "Blue fern, hey, remember, remember."

  Seeing that the disciple's eyes were about to circle, Amos had to stop and sighed silently.

   It wasn't that he was impatient, but that time was really limited. Although the president had granted him a vacation, as a high-ranking hunter, he couldn't spare a full year or two to teach his disciples.

  He must let Hayatta grow up as quickly as possible, at least to the extent that he can enter the novice hunting ground alone, hunting some herbivorous dragons and the like.

   That way, even if he is recruited to participate in high-level tasks, Hayatta can slowly practice and accumulate experience by himself, without wasting too much time and wasting talent.

   Just when Amos was wondering whether he should be ruthless and asked Hayata to memorize a little more, Gordon, who was walking in front, ran over respectfully.

   "Mr. Amos, there is a mushroom pig in front, hehe."

Seeing Gordon's face full of smiles, Amos snorted helplessly. Seeing that Hayata was still in a state of confusion, he explained: "This kid is greedy and wants to barbecue. eat."

   "Is it possible to barbecue in the hunting ground?" Hayata asked in surprise.

  She always thought that hunting was a very dangerous and stressful activity, and she needed to tense her nerves all the way.

   "Of course, I always carry a portable barbecue grill."

Gordon patted his luggage on the back of his waist, winked at Hayata and said, "As long as there are no monsters nearby, you can eat barbecue. Sure enough, barbecue is more refreshing than carrying food in the devil's way." .”

Hayata still looked suspiciously at Amos, who nodded and said, "Although hunters will not be as relaxed as on vacation in the hunting grounds, they will not be too nervous, otherwise the spirit will be easy after a long time." fatigue.

   Barbecue, gathering, and fishing are all things hunters often do. Of course, the premise is to confirm that the environment is safe. "

"There is a pig with mushrooms in front of you eating it. It is really delicious. It is not easy to eat in the town. Ah, by the way, Hayata hasn't seen any blood today. It seems, or you can kill it Guy."

  Gordon said the words with a clear face that made Hayata's scalp tingle.

  Although after she decided to become a hunter, she had already made up her mind to "kill life", but she had never killed a fish since she was a child, so she hesitated on the spot.

   "Well, it is indeed a good opportunity, there will always be blood." Amos folded his arms and approved.

   "The herbivorous dragon is too big to kill, and the deer is too flexible. Among the animals that can be used as meat without being dangerous, the mushroom pig is the most suitable.

  Hayata, try it, cut your throat, or find a way to knock it down and stab it in the waist and abdomen. They are not aggressive and not dangerous. "

  Hayata looked at his teacher, and at the senior who was not a few years older than him, the corners of his eyes twitched.

   Compared with ordinary people, hunters seem to have a much more casual view of "what to kill"

  But I am about to become a member of this group, right?

   Swallowing, trying to suppress the uneasiness and nausea in his heart, Hayata set up a small buckler, carried a hunter's knife, and walked carefully step by step towards the bush where the mushroom pig was.

   "As for it, it's just a mushroom pig, not a big wild boar king" Gordon whispered a little speechlessly.

   "Shut up!"

  Hayatta turned around and said angrily.

  (end of this chapter)