Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Just as the guild expected, with the kingdom setting an "example", the attitudes of several other countries have also relaxed.

Coupled with the great elder's prestige and the mediation of the guild personnel, it may not be long before those large airships that are not easily dispatched will begin to fly over East Doruma.

In the next few days, Gordon entered a state of idleness but inexplicable agitation.

He should take this opportunity to take a good rest and completely relax his body and mind.

But it is easy to relax physically, but it is always difficult to relax mentally, as if knowing that there is a sharp sword hanging above your head.

It won't necessarily fall off, but it can't be taken off either, which is unsettling.

He suddenly understood why the Great Elder was always somber, irritable, and sometimes a little unkind.

"If the sky falls, there is a tall person holding it up. What are you afraid of?" This sentence sounds very free and easy.

But what if you are the tallest one?

In order to relieve this anxiety, he began to find things to do for himself.

Buy the highest quality armor regardless of the cost, even if it is just to make the armor of yourself and your companions stronger.

Visiting experienced old hunters like Hilda, hoping to get one or two years of experience and ideas from them.

He even sent a letter to his hometown of Kokot village without telling anyone.

It was a suicide note and was given to the village chief.

The content of the letter was very simple, that is, if something happened to him, please ask him to help take care of Muti.

Only then did he suddenly realize that in his subconscious, the person he trusted the most was not the instructor Ernest, nor the master.

It was the old village chief who he often teased as having Alzheimer's disease.

After all, he was a legendary hero.

As the closest person around him, Hayata naturally discovered his abnormality and tried every means to enlighten him, hoping to help him relieve his stress, but unfortunately the effect was not good.

In the silent night, even the noisy little Muti was fast asleep, but Gordon opened his eyes at this moment.

Confusing thoughts stirred in his mind, making it difficult for him to sleep.

After staring at the ceiling of the room for dozens of seconds, maybe several hours, Gordon got up from the bed with some determination.

Being careful not to disturb his sleeping wife and daughter, he quietly walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Come to the room where equipment and props are stored, in front of a long storage box placed alone.

There is a small lock hanging on the box.

Gordon stared at the lock for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to pinch the body of the lock, and with a little force, he unscrewed the lock, which was quite strong for ordinary people.

Opening the box, there was a purple-black sword wrapped in ancient cloth.

The brilliant black sword [Dragon Strike].

He put the sword on his back and walked out of the house.

Standing on the front steps, he fell into a brief confusion.

He wanted to practice sword practice, but where should he go? In the yard? On a deserted road? The guild's training ground? Or simply go to the wild?

"In your current state, I don't recommend that you touch that sword." An old voice sounded, with a slow tone unique to the elderly.

Gordon turned his head sharply.

A short, hunched figure was standing in the courtyard under the moonlight, leaning on a cane.

A trace of golden pupils appeared under the long eyebrows, staring straight at him.

"Village Chief?!" Gordon couldn't help but shout softly. Realizing that it would easily wake up Hayata and the others, he quickly lowered his voice, "How did you get here?"

Doesn't this old guy have any supernatural special abilities?

The village chief tilted his head, "I came by airship, what else?"

"Okay." Gordon laughed dryly, "You never leave the village, why did you come here suddenly?"

The village chief rarely pretended to be stupid, but looked at him quietly, "Because of your letter.

You know, your mentality right now is very similar to the night before I lost everything. "

Gordon fell silent.

He knew what the village chief was referring to, which was a tragedy that happened in the early days of the guild.

The founders of the guild include a total of five people, including the great elder, the hero, the dragon master, a strong man who voluntarily concealed his name (it is said that Shan Caiye), and a female hunter.

In a certain battle, the female hunter, who was also the hero's fiancée, died unfortunately. The hero was disheartened and retired.

From then on, the number "five" was regarded as unknown by the guild, and the number of people in a team was limited to a maximum of four people.

"Do you feel that you are the most powerful hunter in the world and you should shoulder all this?" The village chief's eyebrows and beard twitched slightly as he spoke, looking a little funny, but Gordon was not in the mood to laugh.

"No one can bear such responsibility and pressure. I can't bear it, the great elder can't bear it, and neither can you.

If the existence, rise and fall of a civilization can only be maintained by a certain person, or a few strong men, wouldn't you think it's ridiculous? "

Gordon opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

The village chief continued: "Many people have misunderstandings and think that we created the guild and the hunter profession. After that, humans had the power to fight against monsters.

This statement is actually shallow and stupid.

Long before that, before the beginning of ancient civilization, and since the birth of human beings, our struggle against monsters has never stopped.

When the monsters attack, the ones standing in front of them may be knights in armor and holding swords.

They may be craftsmen in research institutions, or scholars who invented gunpowder.

They may be wandering warriors in ragged clothes, or ordinary farmers holding hoes.

For countless years, ancient civilizations have collapsed, eras have changed, but the flames of humanity have never been extinguished.

What protects all this is not a certain strong man, not a certain national power, nor the current guild, but all the creatures that call themselves human beings themselves. "

Speaking of this, the village chief paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Do you think this is just some big principles?

Then let's talk about something more practical.

On the way to East Doruma, I saw a huge airship flying past the small airship I was on.

It was really big, and it was full of artillery and some weapons I had never seen.

If there was this thing back then, monsters like the unicorn would have been chased underground and dared not show their heads, right?

It took me a long time to react. Has the outside world changed so much? "

Gordon sighed and told the old village chief about the various obstacles the guild encountered when mobilizing airships from various countries.

The old village chief seemed unconcerned, "It is natural for people to be selfish.

But do you believe that when the real crisis comes, everyone will come to your side.

The sky fell down with a high roof, this is just a joke, the sky will not fall, even if it really falls, everyone will hold it up together. "

After hearing this, Gordon thought of those hunters who did not pass the evil eye test successfully but tried to get rid of the influence and try again.

Thinking of the guild leaders and other civilian staff running around.

Thinking of the craftsmen of Barubare and Yanhuo Village who rushed over.

Thinking of the generals and soldiers who would pile up a bombardment regiment at any cost, even if it was just a pile of people.

The sword hanging over his head disappeared, and the pressure and irritability in his heart also dissipated.

He even felt ridiculous for his previous mentality.

What on earth was he struggling with?

"Bang! "With a loud bang, the door was pushed open from inside the house.

But this was an inner sliding door. Under the force of the huge force, the door panel and the door frame fell down together.

Hayata rushed out of the house with a look of horror.

Seeing Gordon standing in the yard, she was stunned for a moment, and then the panic on her face burned into anger.

Gordon had some cold sweat on his forehead.

Put yourself in Hayata's perspective and think about it. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that her husband, who had been in a bad mental state recently, was not in bed. She walked out of the bedroom in confusion and looked for him, but couldn't find him.

Looking back, she suddenly found that the box where the Dragon Strike Greatsword was stored was opened, and the lock was forcibly twisted off. The evil sword disappeared with her husband.

This is too easy to make some dangerous associations.

Gordon quickly raised his hands and tried to explain.

With his brain running at high speed, he thought of a great lie, "The village chief is here! He wants to see the sword. I was afraid of waking you up, so I took it to the yard to show him! "

Gordon's lies were like adding fuel to Hayata's anger.

"Which village chief? ! Who would suddenly come to your house in the middle of the night and ask to see a sword? And who else was there in the yard besides you! ? "

"Uh"

Gordon looked behind him and saw that an old man had already slipped through the fence and slipped away.