Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Yeah, you guys are here too!"

The wheat-skinned huntress held two glasses of ale, walked over with a smile on her face, and stuffed a glass into each of Gordon and Hayata's hands.

"Miss Maca!" Hayata greeted the visitor happily.

Gordon looked at Maca, and then at the little odd-faced man over there with the barrel on his head, "So it really is?"

Maca followed Gordon's line of sight, and his face turned black immediately, "Babaka! Why did you put the barrel on your head again? How many times have you said that it's not a mask, and it will be used to hold wine in the future!"

Maca ran over angrily.

Two more figures came and sat down next to them, and as expected, they were the rest of the alcohol team, Ursula and Maxine.

Oh Shula carried the pork chop into her arms familiarly, rubbed it for a while, and saw that the pork chop had a strong desire to resist, so she threw it away and replaced it with Pandanno.

"I haven't seen you in the assembly hall for the past few days. When did you come here?" Gordon asked curiously, taking a sip of his wine.

"It's been a few days."

Maxine seemed to be drinking a little too much, and he laughed silly, "It's so comfortable here. I help with some work during the day, and eat and drink at night, and no one cares about it. It's much better than staying in the city!"

"Take care?" Gordon asked amusedly: "Who is in charge of us? Your father? President Vatican? It may not be your brother, right?"

Ursula, who was hugging Pandan, sneered, "Fart, Ted himself is the one who drinks the most, of course it's the old man."

Maxine hiccupped very indecently, "Dad is retired, so he didn't care about us.

But as soon as this incident happened, they came to monitor our preparations, physical condition and so on. They also said that we would stop drinking for a period of time, so we came here first. "

Gordon looked serious, "I think what Senior Miles said makes sense, but you guys are too loose."

"Huh?"

Maxine and Ursula were not stupid either. After being stunned for two seconds, Qiqi turned his head and looked back, seeing Miles' black face as expected.

So the two half-drunk ladies were caught by Miles, and even Ted, who had only had a drink in time, and Maca, who was lying on the gun, could not escape, and Miles was furious. Not even Babaka.

The whole alcohol squad was forced to leave their favorite banquet, and they didn't know where to go for training.

Gordon thought that such a scene would arouse everyone's ridicule, but he didn't expect that most of the hunters, in fact, were local hunters in Minergard, and they all looked very sad.

Amos sat down on the vacant seat and looked around with a smile, "Senior Miles has always been like this, and he has been a marksman instructor for a long time.

In Minagarde, as long as there are archers under the age of fifty, there are very few who have not been taught by him. "

Hayata added in a low voice, "Mr. Xia Zuo is a swordsman instructor, and he has always been very strict."

"No wonder."

On the edge of the square, the hunters' temporary wine shop became quiet, and everyone's voices subconsciously lowered a bit.

Gordon smacked his mouth, drinking like this is meaningless.

Forget it, the battle is imminent, so just take a few sips less.

Walking out of the tent, Gordon stretched himself while looking at the dimly lit sky, followed by the pork chop, his eyes bleary.

He had a fairly good rest last night. Although the city wall was clanging all night, he was used to falling asleep in various environments that were not so suitable for sleeping.

As a high-ranking hunter, there are still some preferential treatment. At least, you don't have to share a tent with two people like other hunters, and you can enjoy a "single room".

But that's all.

All the transportation resources of the guild are used to ensure the construction and maintenance of the old and new fortresses.

Don't even think about a fixed house. Even the wine that I drank last night was a condolence item brought by the transport convoy, and the meat was hunted by the hunters themselves.

"Yes, getting up early is a good habit."

Gordon turned his head to look, Miles, who was neatly dressed in armor, and even his temples and hair were neatly arranged, nodded at him with satisfaction.

Behind him is Ted, who yawns with his mouth open like a dire tyrannosaurus, and the "happy-faced" trio of female alcoholics.

The arrival of Miles made them bid farewell to the loose and free life.

Gordon suppressed his smile and cleared his throat, "Morning, Mr. Miles."

"morning."

Miles pointed to the shed in the middle of the square, "You can't skip breakfast, there's oatmeal there."

Looking at the long queue of dozens of people, Gordon grinned, "Why don't I just eat dry food."

"Just after waking up, it's better to eat something warm and easy to digest." Miles said seriously.

".All right."

After experiencing the feeling of being disciplined for a long time, Gordon scratched his head and walked towards the work shed.

After queuing for about ten minutes, the aunt who was cooking took a look at his size and made him a bowl of porridge. Gordon thought about it, and ordered a smaller one, intending to send it to Hariyata.

It turned out that Hayata was already practicing sword with Amos.

Noticing Gordon's presence, Hayatta was distracted.

Amos's expression looked like he was constipated. He held back for a few seconds, and finally sighed: "Let's have breakfast first, and I will make up for the rest of Suzhen later."

Hayata nodded happily, and trotted to Gordon.

"Where's Pandan?" Gordon asked curiously.

"Not up yet."

"Go down and scratch it up meow." Pig Chop ran away with his dried fish in his mouth.

The two squatted on the edge of the square, sipping oatmeal while looking at the busy construction site.

The craftsmen on the night shift were off work, and the ones on the day shift happened to be on top. This two-shift, day and night construction has lasted for nearly three weeks, just to make the city wall stronger.

"Suddenly, I feel a little embarrassed to rest." Hayata said in a low voice.

"Yeah." Gordon quickly finished the rest of the oatmeal, "I'll see if I can help."

Hayata also poured the porridge into his mouth and stood up, "I'm going too!"

But Xia Zuo came over at this moment, accompanied by Agathi and Kip, the two hunters of the Longli Institute, "The engineering team does not lack you two strong laborers, and save your strength for the next battle.

If you don't want to be idle, follow us to Battle Street to have a look. You must know the terrain, the land bridge, and the location of the fort. "

Gordon and the two nodded and followed.

Walking and stopping along the canyon, as the president said, there are many forts in this two-kilometer-long Battle Street, but the models of the cannons are messy, some are new and some are old.

Most of them were temporarily transferred from the surrounding cities. If the original artillery of Jiuzhai was used, few of them could be fired normally.

On the way, the group met Miles who was leading the alcohol team to check the artillery.

The old man's face was very ugly, "It's too messy, and the inspectors are not careful, and there are old bronze cannons from hundreds of years ago, that thing should only be placed in a museum.

I even saw 12-inch shells piled up next to a 10-inch gun. Some guns looked like they hadn’t been fired for decades.

If you don't hurry up and adjust them one by one, at least a quarter of the artillery can't be used normally after the battle begins. "

Xia Zuo was overwhelmed, "Please organize and adjust, call those idle hunters over, eat and drink these days, and don't think about doing more serious things, and teach them a lesson later."