Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The giant halberd, which attacked many cities and caused serious casualties, was finally killed by hunters in East Doruma.

The state of emergency was declared lifted.

As the news spread, the major cities that had been tense for nearly a month finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Business routes were reopened, trade routes were restarted, people flowed again, and everything gradually returned to normal.

The citizens of East Doruma who were evacuated to various shelters around the city also returned to the city in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the municipal department.

Crowded in the small shelter, drinking cold water, eating dry food and making the floor, the citizens of East Doruma, who have endured for nearly a week, feel a little bit of resentment, which is normal.

But when they saw the collapsed city wall, the completely destroyed Fighting Street, the melted Dragon Slayer Cannon, and the broken Dragon Striking Gun.

See the horrible claw marks, scorched black burn marks, blood stains and armor fragments that can be seen everywhere on the wall and on the ground

And after the intact city streets.

If you express your dissatisfaction and complain, you will only receive contemptuous looks and blank stares from everyone, and it is not impossible for someone with a bad temper to give you two fists.

The memorial service for the war dead held on the ruins of Battle Street was of an unprecedented scale, and countless citizens gathered here spontaneously to offer flowers and respect.

The reconstruction of Battle Street has also been put on the agenda.

Commoners, nobles, businessmen, and the royal family have contributed generously, and the entire reconstruction project may last for a long time.

But after this, the fighting street in East Doruma will definitely be reborn, becoming more advanced and stronger.

Fengying bounced back to her residence.

She held a whole basket of fruits in her arms, and a lot of messy things, most of which were snacks and the like.

Sitting in the living room, Gordon, who was carefully cleaning up the remaining black oil in the gaps in the armor, looked up at her and smiled, "Going to harvest the spoils again?"

Feng Ying retorted dissatisfiedly: "This is not a trophy, it is a condolence item!"

In the past two days, what she likes to do most is to go shopping wearing armor, carrying a weapon on her back, and wearing a bandage on her forehead.

Even if you buy an apple, you can encounter the mysterious offer of "buy one, get ten free, with two bunches of bananas and half a dozen oranges, and if you don't care, I'll give you this basket as well".

The children with admiration in their eyes would even chirp after her buttocks.

Fengying, who had never enjoyed this kind of treatment before, felt solidly refreshed.

Hayata casually tore off the bloody bandage tied on Fengying's forehead, tapped her on the head, and cursed angrily, "The blood stopped a few days ago, and I still covered it with a bandage, covered it with a bandage. Do you want to leave a scar when it's rotten?"

"Hehehe" Fengying smirked.

After dismantling the ballista into a table of parts, Anshir, who was oiled and maintained one by one, gave her a foolish look, then bowed her head and continued to do what she was doing.

Fengying puffed up her mouth, but she couldn't break up with An Xier just because of a look in his eyes, she bit her tongue, took out an orange from the fruit basket in her arms, and threw it at it.

"Send me to eat!"

An Xier raised his hand to catch the orange, put it on the table, sighed, and said in a particularly earnest tone: "Fengying, you are already an adult, you are not a child anymore, and you still want to do such childish things Is it?"

Fengying: "."

Putting down the helmet that had just been cleaned, Gordon watched Anshir bullying Fengying in his unique way with a cheerful heart.

Pig Chop climbed onto the chair, looked at the basket of fruit brought back by Fengying, thought it was good and fresh, so he took it and put it on his head, "I'm going to visit Alva Meow, I took this basket of fruit away Meow ?”

"Okay." Fengying agreed happily.

These fruit snacks were the condolences given by the uncles and aunts in the market, and Alva was injured because of exploding the giant halberd. It would be appropriate to take these to visit him.

After baring her teeth and making a grimace at Anshir, Fengying put down the messy things hanging on her body, "It's fine anyway, I'll go visit too.

Master Gordon, are you going? "

Gordon thought for a while, then stood up, "Let's go together, we're going to the Great Old Hall in the afternoon, and there's nothing else to do before that."

Anshir raised his jaw, indicating that he was free.

"Wait a minute, I'll clean up." Hayata hurried back to the room.

It's okay to wear home clothes at home and have disheveled hair. If you want to visit others, it is always necessary to change clothes and tie down your hair.

"Panglan, are you going too?" Hayata's voice came from the room.

"I don't want meow! I won't go anywhere in a month, meow!"

"Proper exposure to the sun can help hair grow."

"Going out like this would rather die meow!"

Fengying was really curious, and asked Zhupa: "What has that guy Xianglan become?"

Pig Chop put down the fruit basket on it, folded his chest and sighed, "The hair on the back is all scorched, and there are some burns, considering the healing and the uniform color of the fur, I shaved it clean again.

It's really hypocritical, and it's not the first time I shaved meow. "

"You're hypocritical meow!" The sharp-eared Xianglan obviously heard Zhupa's words, and screamed angrily, "This is a girl's face meow!"

"As for it?" Feng Ying fiddled with her bangs, imagining how she would look after her hair was shaved, "Okay, it's about it."

After just a few minutes, Hayatta, who tied up her hair and put on her armor, came out of the room.

Among them, only Anshir had slightly more regular clothes, and the others basically wore shirts with armor when they went out.

Hayata hesitated in the room for half a minute before, thinking about the question of "wearing the black dragon, or wearing the purple poison girl?"

In the end, I still put on the Black Erosion Dragon, and there is no particular reason. The skirt of this set of armor is relatively simple, so it is more convenient for daily wear.

In addition to the fruit basket, they brought a few more condolences, and the four of them and one cat went out to Alva's house.

Since I have a good relationship with Alva, I occasionally go to him to borrow two biological illustrated books, and ask if there are any research reports on new types of monsters recently.

This road can be said to be familiar with the road.

It can be clearly felt that the citizens of East Doruma have a lot of enthusiasm for these hunters.

It was only a quarter of an hour or so away, and there were more kinds of condolences in their hands.

Alva's house is located in a good location. He was born in a fairly wealthy family. Of course, it is incomparable with Anshir's family, but it can be regarded as a worry-free life.

Her mother is the daughter of the head of a certain chamber of commerce and runs several shops, and her father seems to be a writer.

When Gordon met Alva for the first time, his first impression was that he was "a fair and weak young master from a rich family". From a certain point of view, it was true.

Later, he formally became a member of the Scholars team. After doing a lot of field trips, he shed several layers of skin, and gradually lost his frail, nerdy temperament.

Gordon stepped forward and knocked on the door of Alva's house.

It was Alva's father who opened the door.

Gordon, who had been here a few times, smiled and greeted this middle-aged man with heavy glasses and a somewhat unkempt appearance, which was in line with ordinary people's stereotyped influence on "writers".

"Good morning, Mr. Evan."

The middle-aged man who saw Gordon pushed his glasses, squinted his eyes and said, "Ah, I remember your name is Gordon, right, Alva's hunter friend."

As he spoke, he scratched his messy hair, "I didn't even know that kid had so many hunter friends, one came just now, and another batch came.

Come in, the previous battle was really hard for you. "

The man moved away, led Gordon and the others into the living room, and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, I still have some manuscripts that I need to edit urgently.

Alva was in his room on the second floor. The servant went out to buy ingredients, and I asked her to bring tea when I came back. "

"Okay, you are busy."

After some polite words from Gordon and the others, they came to the second floor.

The pork chop with the fruit basket on its head was the first to push open the door, and then it stopped in its tracks.

"Meow meow meow?!"

Looking at the young girl in the dark night who was not wearing armor but in everyday clothes, sitting beside Alva's bed, holding a knife or dagger, peeling apples at a creepy speed.

Gordon and the others silently put down the condolence items, turned around and left.

Sorry to bother you, goodbye!

"Wait a moment!"

Ps.

After thinking about it, I feel that the nature of the dark night is actually not so dark. To put it bluntly, it is a law enforcement officer who hunts down serious criminals.

If you compare the occupations in reality, it should be more like the armed police or anti-narcotics police? Rather than a killer spy, my previous description may be a bit too half-baked.

This is mainly the case in the official novel, which looks like a killer group.