Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon wanted to simplify things, but the head of the brigade obviously didn't want this simplicity.

He didn't even intend to ask the village head of Big Nose, he directly changed the topic, and pulled the latter to talk enthusiastically about bringing something to deliver.

Even the head of the group emphatically emphasized that this matter does not owe favors, nor does it require money or goods. It is all about making friends, and the village head can explain everything in the letter sent back.

As for how to get the desired answer from the great monk, it is his own business.

Gordon understood that this may also be a strategy of retreating and advancing. As long as the attitude is sincere enough, you can always get some initial favor.

After removing the sugar-coated cannonballs, there is only delicious candy left, but if you are bombarded with candy as big as a cannonball, don't you have to take two steps back?

The head of the brigade and the village head of Big Nose called for stronger wine and started the second round of "mature men".

Gordon had no interest in participating in it. Anyway, he had finished talking about the business, so he said goodbye first and left the tavern.

After nightfall, Jiangbo Village is very quiet, and no one can be seen on the village road, unlike those big cities, where there are so-called "nightlife".

In such a pioneering village, there are often only two options for night activities, go home and sleep, or go to a pub for a drink or two.

But not everyone likes to drink.

Gordon walked slowly.

Autumn is the season of frequent monsoons, and Jiangbo Village is located by the sea. The night wind is relatively strong and whistling. It is not very comfortable to blow the moisture of the sea water on the body, but it can blow away the smell of alcohol.

Gordon didn't want to go back to sleep in the small cabin of the Isana yet, so he wandered along the village road.

This kind of aimless stroll can relax the spirit.

When he came back to his senses, he was very close to the dense forest on the edge of the village, and the road extended into the depths of the dense forest until it reached the invisible darkness.

"This fence doesn't look like it can stop large monsters. Did the hunters stationed in the village clean up the nearby dense forest too much?" Gordon muttered, and prepared to walk back.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked towards the dense forest.

He heard some movement, but didn't feel nervous.

Even though he was not carrying a weapon at this time, the armor was worn daily, and it was difficult for ordinary monsters to pose a threat to him.

What's more, the movement didn't sound like a monster.

A moment later, a figure appeared at the end of the road.

The man was not tall, about 170 centimeters, with a well-proportioned physique, carrying a huge package on his shoulders, walking slowly, obviously very tired.

Noticing the huge figure in front of him, he was obviously stunned, and subconsciously stretched his hand towards the hilt of the sword, but when he confirmed that the person standing there was blurred by the moonlight, he stopped his movements.

"Rosie?" he called tentatively.

The tallest person in the village is his fellow swordsman, but this person in front of him seems to be a lot taller than Rossi.

"Well"

Gordon realized he was in the way and moved out of the way.

The two looked at each other curiously. After a few seconds, Gordon spoke first: "You are Keogh, right? The village chief mentioned you. I am Gordon, a passing hunter."

"I'm Keogh. Hello, Mr. Gordon." Keogh was a very polite young man. He offered to shake hands with Gordon.

Gordon was thinking about whether it was time for him to leave, but Keogh suddenly asked, "Mr. Gordon, would you like to come to my house?"

As if realizing that his invitation was a bit abrupt, Keogh scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Ah, I'm sorry, I almost forgot it's so late, ahaha"

From the hunter who has not completely faded from his youthful spirit, Gordon saw some shadows of his past, he thought for a while, and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I am also a little thirsty, let's ask for a cup of tea. "

"Ah, good!" Keogh looked very happy.

Carrying the heavy package behind him, Keogh quickened his pace and led Gordon to the house where he lived.

Asking Gordon to sit down at the only table, lighting the lamp, and putting down the bundles and weapons, Keogh hurried to boil water for tea.

Gordon looked around by the light.

This is a typical hunter's hut, about 20 to 30 square meters. It is not spacious, and there is no distinction between the inside and the outside, but the walls, roof, doors and windows are all trimmed very firmly, and no wind and rain can leak in.

Jiangbo Village is a typical pioneering village. As a resident hunter, Keogh probably has a lot of tasks on weekdays. He probably doesn't have the time and carpentry skills to take care of this small house.

It should be the help of the people in the village.

After burning firewood and boiling water, Keogh discovered that the tea leaves at home were moldy. He wanted to go out to borrow some from other people, but was stopped by Gordon.

"Don't bother, just drink some water." Gordon said with a smile.

He didn't really come for that cup of tea.

Keogh looked a bit cramped, Gordon gestured him to sit down, and started the topic, "When I first debuted, I also considered coming to Jiangbo Village, which was just established at that time.

If we had come here at that time, we might have known each other long ago. "

Under Gordon's initiation, Keogh, who was not introverted, quickly opened up the chatterbox.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old rebellious boy left the East Doruma hunter training camp talking to himself, took his late father's water dragon double sabers, and ran to Jiangbo village recklessly.

Even with a decent weapon, he couldn't even beat the Big Wild Boar and the Blue Velociraptor in the beginning.

Later, with the help of a light crossbowman named Kurt Ez, he filled in the missing foundation step by step, and gradually grew and matured.

"Kurt Ez, haha, so it's that guy, he's your master." Gordon knew this guy, he was also a hunter from East Doruma, a very good light crossbowman, and a guild knight.

"Mr. Kurt Aiz didn't let me call him master." Keogh scratched his head.

"That guy's character is indeed a bit awkward." Gordon commented casually.

Keogh asked curiously, "Are Mr. Gordon and Kurt Az familiar?"

"Not very familiar, he and my senior brother are both guild knights, so we have met a few times."

"Like This"

Seeing Keogh's slight hesitation, Gordon couldn't help but smile, and he could roughly guess what the other party was hesitating about.

I guess I want to ask myself, how to become stronger?

The experiences of the two are actually somewhat similar. They both left their hometown when they were teenagers. He went from a small mountain village to a big city, while Keogh was the exact opposite.

When I came to the new environment, I fell into confusion, and was taken care of by the seniors, and gradually grew up.

Then, there is a bottleneck.

Back then, when he had just arrived in East Doruma, his state of mind was actually very similar to Keogh's. The four-star hunter's performance was considered excellent among his peers, but how could he go further?

I don't understand, I don't know.

At that time, she just met Fengying. In Fengying's eyes, she may be mature, strong and full of confidence, but is this really the case?

As the core move of the Great Swordsman, the Strong Charge Slash was conceived in a tavern from the "stealing teacher" of the drunken Great Swordsman, and then continuously fighting monsters.

There is no way to learn to really store up the power to cut.

It wasn't until I met the master that I finally ushered in the opportunity for explosive growth, transformed my accumulation into strength, and jumped to the upper level in just half a year.

In Gordon's view, Keogh is clearly entering this phase as well.

At this time, it is the most suitable option for him to go out and travel, looking for opportunities for his own transformation.

But he was obviously bound.

The word bondage may not sound very good, but in other words it is the bondage of human affection.