Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The guild's support came later than Gordon and the others expected.

On the eleventh day after the letter was sent, a high-speed airship finally appeared over Sinard Village.

Gordon crossed his arms and watched the airship slowly descending quietly. He was not in a good mood at this time.

It takes about two days for the peregrine falcon to fly to East Doruma, and it takes about three days for the high-speed airship to fly from East Doruma, and it takes less than four days at most. That is to say, at least a week is delayed in East Doruma.

What are you doing? !

These days, Hayata and Fengying's life is not too pleasant.

After lending the black dragon armor to Fengying, the mad dragon virus in Hayata's body lost its suppression and exploded violently.

Although there was nothing abnormal on the surface, it could be seen from the limbs that twitched with pain from time to time, and the eyes that were completely bloodshot, that she was just enduring.

Feng Ying also wanted to return the black erosion dragon armor, but Hayata, who had experienced that kind of "rebound", refused.

It is not a good idea to exchange equipment between the two of them, suppress the virus in turn, and then face the explosive rebound repeatedly. It is better for her to bear more.

Anyway, she has coexisted with this virus for nearly a whole year, and she has adapted to a certain extent.

The empty boat docked at the edge of the platform on the top of the mountain, the gangway unfolded, and several people walked down.

Gordon raised his eyebrows, led his companions to meet him, and punched the leader in the chest.

This punch wasn't going to use all its strength, but it was definitely not light. With a muffled "bang", the silver-haired swordsman couldn't help but backed up a few steps.

His expression was distorted for a moment, he coughed dryly, and said angrily: "Ahem, cough, cough... What's wrong with you?!"

Gordon bared his teeth and said, "It's a bit late."

The visitor froze for a moment, and then noticed Hayata's eyes that were almost completely purple, and Fengying's extremely ill-fitting black dragon armor.

With a quick mind, he quickly analyzed the current situation, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it took me a while, but don't worry, the problem of kuanglong disease will be resolved soon."

Only then did Gordon open his arms, and the two embraced.

"Long time no see, Brother Julius."

"Well, long time no see, Gordon."

The silver edge and the nib, the people of the two hunting groups greeted each other, and most of them were acquaintances.

Only Fengying and the newcomer Aiden (Brother Sunshine) don't know each other, and the burly veteran spearman who looks in his forties is not very familiar with Gordon.

"This is Senior Will (pen spear, no name), a seven-star spearman. Before I joined 'our brigade', he was a hunter of the brigade, an old acquaintance of the group leader, and a very powerful spearman. "Hayata smiled and introduced Gordon and the others.

"I can tell." Gordon shook hands with the unsmiling spearman.

The other party was equipped with a set of thick golden armor. From the obvious guild emblem on the armor, it could be seen that this, like Julius, belonged to the direct line of the guild.

As far as Gordon knew, in addition to the guild knights and the guild night, the guild also had a special troop composed almost entirely of spearmen.

They belong to the guild knights, but they don't often run outside. The temple knights who guard the Great Old Hall are their members.

If you guessed correctly, there is a high probability that this senior Will is also, at least once one of them. Considering the age and strength of the other party, there is a high probability that he has also held important positions such as the commander of the army.

"Let's talk about greetings later."

The only female in the pen hunting group, the light crossbow made Nadia look at Hayata worriedly and said: "Hurry up and ask the professor to help Hayata and the others treat them."

A short figure "whoosh" jumped past the legs of the crowd and arrived in front of Hayata.

He pushed the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a closer look at Hayata's purple-red sclera, and said very quickly: "Can you still maintain your sanity when you are infected to this extent without suppressing it with medicine?

Your immunity to mad dragon disease is really strong, but if you continue like this, even you will soon be unable to hold on. "

"So is there a solution, Professor?" Gordon asked hastily.

"There is no cure yet, but a new generation of drugs to suppress virus activity has been developed, with better effects and a longer duration of action, but the shelf life is short and the number of materials is limited, so it must be prepared on site.

This time, we are preparing materials and special equipment for blending medicines, so we have been dragging on for so long in East Doruma. "

The professor's answer made Gordon and others breathe a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere on the scene softened a bit.

The old man was impatient. After explaining concisely and quickly, he turned his head and yelled at the airship, "Assistant! Alva! Bring down the materials and equipment for blending!

We also need stills and separators, those are too heavy to carry on the airship, but the potion masters here in Sinard Village have everything.

Where does Master Ikaspam or Master Yamanaku live? Take the old man there! "

The professor said the last sentence to the elder who followed Gordon and the others. This old man seemed to be familiar with the people and things in Sinard Village.

The elder didn't talk nonsense, and led the professor to the village.

Two figures followed closely behind.

Among them, Gordon, who was carrying large and small bags, was very familiar with him. Alva, the professor's disciple and member of the scrivener team, was once a frail boy and now he looked a bit vigorous.

It was the first time I met another person whom the professor called "assistant".

It was a beautiful dragon-human woman, her silvery-white semi-long hair was combed meticulously, her exquisite headdress and hair accessories were shining brightly, coupled with her elegant and calm steps.

Not like a scholar's assistant, but like a lady walking out of a banquet hall.

Gordon didn't dare to look too much, Hayatta with scarlet eyes was standing beside her, although her red eyes had nothing to do with that lady.

"Senior Gordon."

"Ah?" Gordon, who was inexplicably guilty, turned around sharply.

Hayata didn't understand why Gordon's reaction was so big, but he didn't think too much about it, but said with a little surprise: "Senior Gordon, don't you think that assistant lady is very similar to that lady from appearance to attire?" ?”

"Um... Ah, you mean the lady president of the Minagarde Assembly Hall?"

"yes."

"It really is."

"President Micheng and she are indeed quite closely related."

Julius opened the mouth and said: "That lady is an assistant researcher in the newly established Kuanglong Disease Research Institute, but her actual identity is the sponsor of the research institute.

All in all a, well, tough lady. "

Anshir also added on the side: "From the clothing and decorations, it can be seen that their ancestors were 'dragon nobles' from the Xiqi Kingdom, and now they have already taken root in the Old Continent, holding quite a lot of resources and resources in their hands. strength.

But it has nothing to do with us. "

Gordon shrugged, indeed.

"Oh, what strange things are you talking about, what kind of dragon nobles?" Fengying, who was the only dragon noble among the crowd, wantonly displayed the difference between her and the "dragon nobles".

She was undressing carelessly.

"Fengying!" Hayata hurried over to stop her.

Gordon also scolded angrily: "What are you doing undressing?!"

"Give back the armor to Sister Hayata." Fengying took it for granted, "It will take a while for the potion to be ready, let Sister Hayata suppress the virus first.

And this greaves are too uncomfortable to wear! "

Fengying kicked her feet with the unique recurved structure of the Ssangyong people, muttering.

"Take it off later!"