Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

It is meaningless to communicate with the old guy in a dazed state.

But out of respect for the old village chief, Gordon still went through the process and chatted with him.

It is daytime now.

The villagers are either collecting mountain products nearby, busy on the farm, or doing something at home. No one can be seen on the village road.

Until Gordon's loud voice when he had a difficult conversation with the old village chief who pretended to be hard of hearing attracted people.

"Huh?! Isn't this Gordon boy?"

In the blacksmith shop not far from the village entrance, a short and sturdy man with a beard like a brush poked his head out.

Under his shouting, the villagers who finally discovered that someone had come to the village gathered around one after another.

Gordon stood up and looked at everyone with a smile.

He basically knew these faces. Many people watched him grow up, and some were his childhood playmates.

The few unfamiliar ones may be new residents who moved in in recent years.

After not seeing him for many years, and in this remote village, legends about him can be heard from time to time.

Today, Kokote Village is no longer just a "hero village", but also a "hometown of brave men".

All this makes everyone feel alienated and distant from seeing a "big shot".

Not everyone can be as bold and generous as the blacksmith shop owner.

Fortunately, this sense of distance almost disappeared after Gordon took the initiative to greet everyone and called uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters and brothers to come over.

The young farmer was showing off to his wife who had been married for a few years, "I told you that Gordon and I have been playing together since we were young, but you still didn't believe it!"

The aunt in the tailor shop pulled Gordon's clothes, "Why do you seem to be bigger than in previous years? The cloth used to make a set of clothes for you is equivalent to two sets of clothes for others."

Some people also greeted Hayata and chatted. She came here with Gordon in the early years, and many people still remember her.

After a while of excitement, the villagers also dispersed one after another.

Everyone still had work to do, so they didn't have to follow him all the time.

Except for a few children who looked admiring, even though they were warned by their parents not to disturb Gordon and his friends, they still hid in the corner and watched secretly.

Gordon wanted to communicate with them, but they hid like playing hide-and-seek.

He had no choice but to ignore the few secretly observing eyes and called the blacksmith shop owner who was about to go back to continue sharpening farm tools.

"Boss, didn't you see Instructor Ernest? Did he go out hunting?"

"Ah, yes, the meat reserves in the village are almost empty recently, and he said he would go to get some raw meat back." The blacksmith shop owner patted his pitch-black leather apron.

"By the way, your house is still there. It has almost become a tourist attraction in recent years. Ernest will go to tidy it up regularly, and you can move in directly."

Gordon opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

After saying goodbye to the old blacksmith, he led Hayata to the hut.

As the blacksmith shop owner said, the hut looked in good condition, and the waterproof thatch on the roof was neatly laid.

There were still a few familiar stone pillars in the small courtyard at the door.

Those were the tools he used to hone his strength when he was young.

"It's the same as when I left the village," Gordon said to himself.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

The small house of only 30 or 40 square meters could be seen at a glance. The house was still clean, with some light dust on some corners.

But for an old man in his sixties, this was almost the limit.

Even Ernest's own home might not be cleaner than this.

Gordon was silent and came to a corner of the house.

There was a human-shaped frame here, and hanging on it was his first set of real protective gear.

——Blue Speed ​​Dragon Set.

This set of protective gear was blown to pieces by the fireball breath of the male fire dragon, but now it has been repaired and neatly placed there.

"You are really idle, old man." Gordon muttered.

Then he turned back to Hayata and said, "You and Muti can rest here, or go for a walk in the village.

I'll take over the instructor. You're old, don't be unable to pull the cart."

Hayata smiled and nodded.

Ernest and Gordon have no blood relationship, not even his adoptive father, but the position in the latter's heart is no different from that of his father.

Even when he was far away in the New World, Gordon would write a few letters to Instructor Ernest every year, attach a few photos, and ask the people of the Chamber of Commerce to bring them over.

When you are out there, some emotions are easily ignored, but one day when you return home, these accumulated emotions will surge up all at once.

Gordon certainly knew where Ernest's hunting ground was for raw meat.

Just as he was about to go out, Hayata reminded him, "Even if it's a hunting ground nearby, it's still a hunting ground, bring weapons."

Gordon hesitated.

They were wearing ordinary clothes.

Out of caution, weapons and armor were brought, but they were all placed in the airship moored near the village entrance.

According to the distribution of monsters in the nearby area, it was considered bad luck to encounter a blue speed dragon. With his strength, he would not be in danger even with his bare hands.

Going to equip [Crazy Mark] and [Formless Dharma Body·Immovable] and so on, it was a bit crazy.

So, under Hayata's helpless gaze, Gordon smiled and picked up the hunter knife hanging on the wall.

The 40-centimeter diameter small shield could not even cover his forearm, and the bandage was almost broken by the muscles on his arm.

The standard 70-centimeter blade-length one-handed sword looked like a dagger in his hand, which looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Not to mention that this piece of hand sword was broken when hunting the big wild boar king.

Although it was later repaired by a blacksmith, the strength was definitely not up to actual combat standards and could only be considered a decoration.

"Hey, is this sword so light?"

Gordon held a sword and waved the hunter's knife with a "swish" sound.

"If you swing it two more times, I'm afraid it will break immediately." Hayata said angrily.

"No, no, no." Gordon smiled and inserted the hunter's knife into the back of his waist.

He looked at the blue velociraptor suit with great interest.

First came the wrist armor. Gordon tried hard to put his hand into the arm guard. Even though the straps were completely loosened, his arm was still stuck and he had to give up.

I tried the armor again, but don’t even think about it, it’s totally useless.

In the end, only the helmet could barely be worn, and he put it on his head with force.

With weapons and helmets, Gordon smacked his lips as he was fully armed in a sense.

Looking at Hayata, he pretended to say, "I went hunting and will come back with a lot of meat. Wait for my good news!"

Then, with Hayata's speechless eyes, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Gordon left home with the wind blowing at his feet. He walked faster and faster, and soon he arrived at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the winding dirt road that connected to the village road and led to the forest hills, he took a deep breath of the warm and humid midsummer air.

The excitement that was hard to experience when facing Gu Long surged through his chest.

It was just like the day fifteen or sixteen years ago when I received the assessment mission to conquer the giant wild boar.

Confident, excited, and enthusiastic.

Looking around and seeing no one around, Gordon shouted "Nature! I'm here!" and then ran away along the dirt road.

In front of the hut at the entrance of the village, the village chief raised his head and opened his eyes, which were covered tightly by eyebrows and wrinkles.

Looking at Gordon's running back, a smile appeared in the village chief's eyes.

"Welcome back."