I'm Really A Newcomer

Five days later.

Gana.

Jiang Mian was sitting on the steps in front of the wooden house to rest, with a beautiful butterfly fluttering on his shoulder.

The cool wind in the forest blew through the yellowish lawn, and then hit the dark mottled tree trunks.

Orange and bright red leaves hang on the branches stretching toward the sky, and light and shadow fall from the gaps, like brilliant fireworks that will not dissipate.

Perhaps this is the reason why the Hunter Alliance never causes big troubles even though it does not have strict discipline.

Building your own cabin in such a beautiful place always brings a sense of belonging.

Jiang Mian touched the tips of his wet hair. He felt very accomplished after building a small house that was at least comfortable enough in three days. Jiang Mian played a game called Log House Simulator in junior high school. He really didn't expect that one day it would come in handy here.

Jiang Mian can always do well in anything related to games.

"Boy, is it done so quickly?"

An old voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Mian's ears, and the old man passing by on the forest path said with a smile.

The old man looked quite energetic and held a pen that was clearly a "foreign product" in his ear.

He was holding a vicious cheetah, but he was as comfortable as walking a dog.

Gana is huge, but there are very few hunters who can live in Gana.

The old man's name was Zhou Cang. He was the first person Jiang Mian really met in Gana, apart from the receptionist and hunter at Gana Hunting House, and he was also his neighbor.

It stands to reason that Zhou Cang has long passed the age of washing his hands in a golden basin, and now he is retiring and relaxing in this paradise.

Gana's ancient beasts are of high rank, but they are all docile, so they can live in harmony with some small animals.

"Yes." Jiang Mian smiled and nodded.

"Today's young people are really amazing. I have not seen such young residents in Gana for more than ten years."

"Can I go in and visit?" Zhou Cang asked.

"Of course, please." Jiang Mian patted the sawdust on his thigh and stood up.

Zhou Cang walked into the hut, and the cheetah tied to a branch with a thick rope looked at Jiang Mian with some fear.

The layout of the cabin is very simple. There is a soft quilt on the single bed made of wooden boards, and a bottle of mineral water brought from the Moon Clan is placed on the assembled wooden table.

There was a brand new calendar hanging on the wall. Zhou Cang glanced at it twice, and then marked August 8th with a capped pen.

"August 8th is the Fire Orchid Festival, the biggest festival in Xiniland." Zhou Cang said softly.

"On this day, the residents of Sinilan will gather at the edge of Gana Lake and then recommend the annual pearl."

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An hour later, Gana went to the hunting ground.

The receptionist named Wang Zhigang was studying something with his head down.

The job of a receptionist at Gana Safari is much easier than that at other hunting lodges, and the pay is also higher.

After all, the hunters that Gana interacts with are all well-informed and experienced elite hunters. Most of them are taciturn. Sometimes they just take a hunting order and leave without even making eye contact, and there are rarely any problems.

Of course, if there is a real problem, it will be a big problem that will put Wang Zhigang's life at risk, so he feels very at ease when fishing in troubled waters and getting paid.

In Wang Zhigang's surprised eyes, Jiang Mian took away a dusty hunting order.

The simple hunting order only has the word "Jinxu" engraved on it.

He originally wanted to remind this kid, who had just arrived a few days ago, that this hunting order was extremely difficult, which was why it had accumulated so much dust.

But after he stayed here for so many summers and cold, there were many powerful hunters who actually completed incredible hunting orders, but most of them were destroyed by the ancient beasts at the hunting site.

When Wang Zhigang was the apprentice of the former receptionist, he once warned a hunter who had taken away a dangerous hunting order, but was beaten to a black and blue face by the hunter, and was finally scolded by his master.

"Don't underestimate the heart of every hunter." His master finally said this.

"But he will die." Wang Zhigang said unconvinced.

"Death is the price of adventure, but adventure is the meaning of a hunter's life."

In the end, the hunter died in the land of illusion, because Wang Zhigang never saw him again in the hunting station.

Wang Zhigang looked at Jiang Mian's thin figure retreating. He gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't bear it.

"Wait, this hunter!" Wang Zhigang shouted.

Jiang Mian turned around, with a look of solemnity in his eyes.

The beautiful scenery outside the gate of the hunting lodge suddenly seemed a bit cold and solemn.

The roses placed in porcelain vases on the long table seemed to be withering in the desolation.

"This, this, this hunting order is very difficult... you will die!" Wang Zhigang closed his eyes tightly, as if he could imagine the fist hitting him in the next second.

After a long time, Wang Zhigang quietly opened his eyes. Jiang Mian was still standing there, as if waiting for him to recover.

"Thank you." Jiang Mian said with a smile, and then waved towards him.

"I will return."

Wang Zhigang didn't stop him again. The middle-aged receptionist was a little dazed at the moment.

There was some indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

Because Jiang Mian's words were as firm as the truth that would definitely come true.