Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Hayata looked down at the broken doorknob in her hand.

Neither continuing to hold it nor throwing it aside showed a rare expression of bewilderment.

Just as she was hesitating and planning to insert the doorknob back into the door first, another set of footsteps, much heavier than hers, came from behind.

The rescue has come!

"Senior Yamos" Gordon, who ran closely behind Hayata, smiled and was interrupted as soon as he finished his greeting.

Hayata turned around, put the broken door handle into his hand, then picked up Muti from Gordon's arms and lifted her to Yamos.

Yamos, who had a habit of wanting to criticize her disciples first, closed her mouth and took the little guy carefully, fearing that the sharp parts on the armor would hurt her.

Little Muti was very restless and his body kept twisting, but Yamos held him firmly.

"Master is very skilled in holding a child. Have you practiced it in advance?" Hayata teased with a smile.

Yamos raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "Every time your uncle Payne comes to me for a drink, he always brings your sister Adela with him, and he insists that I hold him in his arms. He shows off endlessly, which is considered a good practice. .

Um? Why is little Muti's forehead red? Did he get hit? "

"Huh?" Hearing Yamos mention it, Hayata also noticed it and stretched out his hand to rub it gently. "Is it swollen? Wasn't it fine before going out?"

Gordon rubbed his nose awkwardly, "She wanted to sit on my neck and hit the door frame."

Hayata and Yamos both glared at him, their expressions almost identical.

He stretched out his rough, calloused fingers and wanted to rub Little Muti, but he was worried about hurting her. Yamos's movements were a bit too gentle.

Gordon wanted to tell him that this kid was pretty solid and there was no need to be so careful, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

Considering the relationship between Amos and Hayata as both a teacher and a father, and the fact that Amos had never married and had no children in his life, little Muti was probably similar to his granddaughter in his mind.

I'm afraid I'll be scolded if I say that.

After playing with the giggling little Muti for a while, Yamos looked at Gordon and Hayata, who were not equipped with armor and weapons and were dressed in daily clothes.

"The room is too small, let's talk somewhere else." Yamos said, handing the muti back to Hayata, "Wait a minute, I'll change clothes."

With that said, Yamos returned to the room, not forgetting to close the door that was not tightly closed.

Gordon put the handle back on the door, stretched out his huge palm that could cover half of Little Muti's body, pressed her forehead and rubbed it.

The movement looked more like he was trying to squeeze the little guy to death than rubbing the baby.

The bag on his forehead hurt from being pressed, and little Muti, who almost never cried, howled out "Wow——!"

Hayata quickly slapped his hand away, and Yamos, who was halfway changing his clothes in the room, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with the child?!"

Hayata held the child and rocked it gently, but unfortunately the effect was not very good.

Little Muti, who rarely cries, once starts crying, has a tendency to cry all day long.

The sound of armor hitting the ground came from the room.

Obviously, under the urging of the cry, Yamos no longer cared about unloading and putting things away in an orderly manner as usual. He just wanted to quickly change his clothes and come out to see what happened to the little guy.

Seeing that Hayata couldn't coax Muti, Gordon shared his experience on the side, "In fact, at this time, it would be better to give her some exciting things to play, such as throwing her up and catching her again. She will stop crying and can play well." Laugh out loud."

The serious suggestion earned Hayata a sword in his eyes.

Little Muti's cries became louder, and after ten seconds, Yamos ran out of the room without even turning his collar.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"

Not to mention Gordon, Hayata had never seen Yamos look so uneasy.

After secretly glancing at Gordon, Hayata did not complain to him, only saying that she accidentally touched the bag on Little Muti's head.

Naturally, he was scolded by Yamos, and Muti was hugged by him and coaxed softly. Even though the little guy kept crying, he didn't show any impatience.

After crying like this for several minutes, little Muti, who was tired from crying, sniffed and fell asleep on Yamos's shoulder, and the world finally became peaceful.

Gordon, who thought it was good for children to cry occasionally and exercise their lung capacity, shrugged, "Where can we find a place to sit? A public wine bar?"

Before Hayata could speak, Yamos rejected Gordon's proposal, "No, the pub is too noisy, not to mention the smell of alcohol, and there are people smoking, so it is not suitable for children.

Find a, um, somewhere quieter park to hang out. "

Gordon grinned. He had never done anything like visiting a park in his life.

But in this kind of matter, there is naturally no need to raise objections.

Yamos walked in front with little Muti in his arms, followed by Gordon Hayata, and the group left the residential area of ​​the assembly hall and walked towards the park.

"Senior Yamos, why don't you rent a larger cabin?" Gordon was looking for topics along the way.

With a hunter level of eight stars in Yamos, it is completely possible to rent the highest level hunter cabin. Not to mention the large suite, the facilities and decorations are not even worse than those in the mansions of wealthy merchants and nobles.

Even Gordon himself thinks that kind of "cabin" is too luxurious and is not used to it, but he will at least rent a slightly more spacious room.

"No need." Yamos's answer was concise and straightforward.

After thinking for a while, he added, "Excessive enjoyment will wear down a person's will and make the blade blunt."

Gordon scratched his head at the sudden elder-style preaching, and he didn't know how to respond.

When he was still in Minagard, he found that Amos was a frugal and self-disciplined person, and even ordered the most ordinary set meals.

Only when he invited them, the younger generation, to dinner would he order those high-end dishes limited to the hunter level.

Hayata also spoke, "Master Amos, you can stay with us when you come to Dongdoruma in the future.

If we are on a mission outside and you want to see Muti, you can go to Sterling's mansion to find her.

Ansel's mother and sister will help us take care of the children."

"No need." Amos first rejected the proposal to live in her and Gordon's house, and then replied, "Sterling's house, I remember it."

There is no need to stay overnight, but little Muti still needs to be seen.

Along the way, they chatted casually.

Unlike the talkative Ernest, Amos himself is a man of few words, and even behaves a little indifferent to strangers.

Even if he walks on the street in casual clothes, passers-by will subconsciously stay away from him.

However, at this time, holding a little meat ball with drool dripping in his arms, his temperament of keeping strangers away was completely destroyed.

Occasionally, when he met passers-by who liked children and praised little Muti for being strong and cute, he would thank him sincerely.

He looked no different from an ordinary grandfather who took his granddaughter out for a walk.

On the contrary, Gordon Hayata, who followed behind him, was a little "scary".

A tall woman of nearly 180 to 190 cm and a scary strong man of more than 2 meters tall would be eye-catching wherever they were.

When they arrived at the park, the corner of the park that was originally lively became quiet.