Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

A few people haven't been drinking for too long, and they still have things to do in the afternoon, so they can't get drunk in broad daylight.

After bidding farewell to everyone in the alcoholic team, Gordon took Anshir to the workshop.

After placing the order for the scythe crab suit and the cannon [Father Bird], Gordon chatted with the boss of the dragon tribe for a while before leaving. If he hadn't noticed the resentment and impatience in Anshir's eyes, the two of them might have chatted for a long time. .

Myers retired to a secluded residence located in the suburbs outside Minergard City. It is a small two-storey building with a small area. A small delicate garden has been cultivated around the house, surrounded by bamboo fences.

It is very in line with ordinary people's impression of "hermit's hut".

When Gordon and the others came to the door, Miles was reading a book on a wicker chair under the eaves.

He was wearing reading glasses and a loose linen blouse. There was a set of exquisite tea set on the small table at hand, and he picked it up to take a sip from time to time. He was very comfortable and looked no different from an ordinary retired old man.

Only the strong forearm exposed under the rolled-up sleeves and the dense old scars on the skin still proved his former identity.

Seeing two hunters in armor approaching from a distance, Miles closed the book and stood up.

"Master Miles! How are you? We're here to visit you!" Gordon said with a smile as he stood outside the fence.

Perhaps because of his retirement, Miles seemed a lot more friendly than before. He opened the fence door and said cheerfully, "So it's Boy Gordon. I haven't seen you for more than two years. He's really strong, pork chop." Too.

I just thought it was people from the guild or the hunter training camp who wanted to do something with me, come in, what do you want to drink? I have no wine here, only tea and honey water. "

"Anything is fine, whatever is convenient to drink!"

"Meow!"

"Then black tea, who is this?" Miles turned his gaze to Anshir.

Anshir, who always had a cool look in front of strangers, seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. He took off his top hat and saluted, and introduced himself briefly: "Hello, Mr. Miles, this is the first time we meet. Lin, a four-star heavy crossbow envoy."

"Well, little brother Anshir, do you drink black tea too?"

"Okay, Mr. Miles, looking forward to it."

Miles led them into the house, sat them down at the dining table, and made tea himself.

Gordon looked around, looking at the decoration of the house.

He found that many furniture and decorations had obvious handmade traces, which were not particularly exquisite, but had a unique personal style, which should have been made by Mr. Miles himself.

So this is part of retirement too?

Anshir's focus was on other things. He stared at the heavy crossbows on the weapon rack in the corner, gasped and said, "It's the 'White Corner Cannon [Revised]'! It's made of a horned dragon subspecies. Heavy crossbow, the real superior weapon!

Ah, is that the 'Seven Star Cannon'? And the one next to it! 'Queen Needle'! All of them are high-ranking heavy crossbows! "

Gordon looked at Anshir with some puzzlement, "Didn't I tell you that Mr. Miles is a high-ranking hunter? Is it strange how many high-ranking weapons a high-ranking hunter has?"

"No, no, no! You don't understand!" Anshir stood up obsessed, and walked towards the weapon rack step by step, "That smooth line, that hidden sense of power."

Gordon curled his lips.

Well, in fact, this guy's behavior is not that difficult to understand. If he was in front of a high-level sword with an entire weapon rack, his saliva would probably flow down.

"They're beautiful, they're my old buddies."

Just when Anshir's fingers were about to touch the crossbow body of the Seven Star Cannon, Miles' voice suddenly came.

Anshir came back to his senses in a jerk, quickly withdrew his outstretched hand, and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles, I overstepped, I"

"Okay, there's no need to be so serious. If you like it, you can pick it up and have a good look. It doesn't matter if you borrow it for a while. Of course, it is absolutely impossible to take it away."

Miles put the tray with the teapot and teacups on the table and said with a smile.

"Really! Can I try it??!" Anshir's naturally pale cheeks were flushed.

Miles shrugged, "Don't face people, let's drink tea first."

Gordon glanced at Anshir jealously, and asked Miles with a dog-legged smile on his face: "Well, old man, can I try to play too?"

Myers' face, which was still smiling, suddenly became serious, "No! You are not a heavy crossbowman, can you set up a crossbow? Can you aim? Do you know what posture can suppress recoil? Weapons are not toys! "

"Didn't you agree to lend it to Anshir?"

Anshir also put on a serious face and said: "I'm not playing, but practicing, which can help me understand the difference in loading, recoil, ballistic, rate of fire, etc. between the upper heavy crossbow and the lower heavy crossbow in advance.

Shooting is a science, a precise and rigorous science. If you have a playful attitude, even just touching the trigger is an insult. "

Gordon opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but he didn't expect Miles to applaud vigorously first.

"Precise and rigorous, that's great! Young shooters nowadays like to say 'feel', 'luck' and 'momentum' when they talk about shooting. It's all nonsense!

Shooting pays attention to rigor! The influence of temperature and humidity, the trajectory of different types of ballistas, and the difference in recoil of different types of ballistas should all be taken into consideration.”

Anshir, who looked like he had found a confidant, couldn't care less about being polite, he answered excitedly: "That's right! There are also ups and downs of breathing, and even heartbeat, which will affect the shooting accuracy.

Many people say that the size of the spread area is all about luck. In fact, this is not the case at all. There are too many variables that should be paid attention to that have not been well controlled. This is the real reason for inaccurate shots! "

Miles came to Anshir almost at a brisk pace, and grabbed the latter's shoulder.

Gordon had never seen Miles so excited.

Whether it's his own children, or his half-disciple, Osura, most of the time he has to face the old man's distasteful face.

And now.

It was as if Miles had found his long-lost son. It might be a little rude for both of them to describe it this way, but anyone who witnessed the scene in front of them would probably have similar thoughts.

In a state of frenzy, the two completely forgot about the existence of Gordon and Pig Chop. They picked up two heavy crossbows and a pile of messy ammunition and went out, not knowing where they planned to test fire.

Gordon looked at the refreshments and tea sets in the tray and was silent for a few seconds. He took out two cups and poured a cup for himself and the pork chop. One person and one cat ate the freshly brewed black tea in silence.

"This cookie is delicious, isn't it? It's just that it's a little hard to bake." Gordon, who didn't know what he should do now, had nothing to say.

"It's meow, soak it in tea and it will be fine meow."

"Let me try"

ps. After reading some previous book reviews, book friends pointed out many mistakes, such as the male charmander's tail is not poisonous but its claws are poisonous, and the black wolf bird is not a rare species of big monster bird.

These are indeed my negligence (°▽). I will try my best to correct similar mistakes. If there are similar problems, please continue to point them out.