Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Elgard stronghold, in a closed training ground.

Gordon panted, released his charging posture, and lowered the Dragon Strike Great Sword, "How long will it take this time?"

Pork Chop put down the small pocket watch in his claws, "Twenty-two seconds meow, two seconds shorter than last time meow.

It seems that you have reached a bottleneck meow, you have tried several times today, and it is almost time to rest meow."

"Hu——." Gordon picked up the cloth of disaster from the shelf beside him and prepared to wrap the Dragon Strike Great Sword, "Under normal conditions, I can only extend the limit of charging for about thirty seconds.

The pressure of this sword corroding my spirit is not too strong for me, and it should be applicable to actual combat."

"So Gordon plans to use this sword in this battle against the original noble silver dragon meow?"

Gordon shrugged, "I would like to try it, but you will definitely not agree.

It is indeed not worth taking this risk. This time I plan to use the formless Dharma body [immovable]."

Pork Chop nodded, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was Hayata, Ansil, or it, they all thought that it was better not to use this sword if possible.

The Dragon Clerk said that if you hold this sword for a long time, your mind and body may be irreversibly affected due to continuous erosion.

In actual combat, you can't put down the sword at any time like in training.

What if it drags into a protracted war.

"Meow meow meow?! Don't move meow!" The relaxed Pig Chop suddenly noticed something and jumped up.

Gordon looked at it strangely, "What's wrong?"

"Squat down meow! Let me take a closer look meow!" Pig Chop's voice was nervous and anxious.

Gordon squatted down without knowing why, and Pig Chop ran to him, stretched out his two paws, and opened his eyelids.

"What's wrong?" Gordon couldn't help asking.

Pig Chop didn't have time to answer his question, leaving a sentence "Don't run around meow!" and ran out of the training ground.

Not long after, it hurried back with Hayata and Ansil.

Before Gordon could say anything, Hayata had already rushed to him and pulled open his eyelids like Pork Chop just now.

The originally dark brown iris was stained with a hint of inconspicuous gold.

If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

If you are not close and familiar with it, you will only think that it is natural. After all, there are many people with impure iris colors, and there is nothing to be surprised about.

But whether it is Hayata or Pork Chop, they are very sure that Gordon's eyes have never had such a different color.

The only explanation is that the "irreversible effect" mentioned by the dragon staff has appeared.

Hayata's face turned pale, and his two hands carefully touched Gordon's body, fearing that he would touch a few scales or something.

Ansel's expression was equally gloomy.

He actually expected this kind of thing.

But he also thought that at least after holding the sword for a high-intensity battle, Gordon would have some observable changes.

I didn't expect the change to come so quickly.

"Stop the adaptive training." Ansel's tone was very serious. "If we continue like this, no one can predict what will happen.

We will go to the doctor for a comprehensive examination later. When Fengying and Gail come back, they will also have to check again."

Gordon, who knew that something had happened to him, was not too nervous or uneasy.

He even wanted to make a few jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

But looking at the gloomy expressions of the two people and the cat, he rationally decided not to laugh.

He wanted to pick up the [Dragon Strike] sword wrapped with the cloth of disaster, but was pushed away by Hayata.

Hayata did not directly take it with his hands, but carefully pulled up a piece of cloth and dragged the sword away.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Seeing that the exposed sword tip had scratched the stone bricks on the ground and sparks were coming out, Gordon felt a little distressed.

"It won't break." Hayata replied coldly.

Ignoring the curious eyes of others on the road, Hayata dragged the Dragon Strike Great Sword all the way back to his residence and locked it in a storage box alone.

He also locked the box and took out the key, as if the sword would crawl out by itself in the middle of the night.

Gordon opened his mouth, but the two men and the cat did not give him a chance to say anything, and pushed him all the way to the clinic.

Their luck was not bad.

Due to the recent rampant gnats, many people were infected with the virus after being bitten.

The famous wandering doctor Yan, who had helped the kingdom solve the plague, was invited to the Elgard stronghold again by Admiral Gareas.

Hayata, who was concerned, wanted to explain the situation as soon as he came up, but was stopped by Ansir.

He asked the famous dragon doctor to give Gordon a comprehensive examination first. As for Gordon's "condition".

On the one hand, considering the confidentiality of taboo-related information, and on the other hand, to avoid their words from causing the doctor to misjudge, he planned to wait until the examination was over and then say it according to the situation.

The wandering doctor Yan did not say anything and carefully examined Gordon.

After a while, he came to a conclusion - except for some minor injuries that hunters could not avoid, Gordon was very healthy.

"Rather, Mr. Gordon is the healthiest and strongest person I have ever seen in my nearly 100 years of medical practice." Yan's voice was slow and gentle, and just listening to it would make people feel relaxed.

"It's just that." The dragon doctor frowned slightly, "The strange color in your eyes doesn't seem to be innate.

Has Mr. Gordon come into contact with something related to the ‘curse’ recently? ”

Ansel exchanged glances with Hayata, and then asked: “What do you mean by the ‘curse’?”

Yan was silent for a moment, “I have been traveling around, and I have always experienced some strange things over the years. I have also learned a lot of anecdotes in the collections of my homeland.

Well. Let’s not talk about those distant memories.

A few years ago, when I was traveling to the village of Pokai in the Vlassia region, I was invited by the local village chief to diagnose a young hunter.

He was similar to Mr. Gordon, with a certain ominous aura entangled, and the problem of the young hunter came from some sealed ancient filth.

This aura may not be enough to have a significant impact on a strong man like Mr. Gordon, but if you have any clues, please be sure to prevent ordinary people from coming into contact with such things. ”

“Pokai Village. "

Hayata suddenly remembered that Gene had told them that he had rashly opened the frozen cave behind the village and brought out some ancient "black blocks" from it, and was haunted by nightmares for a long time.

"Is the young hunter you are talking about called Gene?"

"That's right." Yan nodded slightly.

"Sure enough."

Ansir thought.

From Yan's answer, it can be seen that he did not understand the "taboo", but because of his experience, he had some indirect contact with related things.

That would be more convenient to ask.

"Mr. Yan, is there any way to get rid of this "curse" breath?"

Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Sorry, that is no longer a "medical" problem, perhaps more spiritual?

The only advice I can give is to stay away from that kind of thing.

A small amount of "curse" breath cannot have a significant impact on a strong-willed person like Mr. Gordon. After a period of time, it will dissipate or weaken.

But if you continue to contact, the consequences are unpredictable. "

Hayata glared at Gordon fiercely, "Did you hear me?!"

Gordon raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I'll listen to you."