Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

A group of people gathered in the mess hall inside the cabin.

Gordon pulled over the blackboard used to write menus in the cafeteria and used it as a drawing board. Hayata held the chalk and was responsible for drawing.

Several patterns have been drawn on it.

Simple drawings of swords and crossbows, wine bottles and glasses, thunder and lightning, telescopes, quills, and the abstract word "special".

"Does anyone have any other ideas or suggestions?"

"Cat head! Where is the cat head I proposed!" Gale shouted, slapping the table.

No one was even interested in discussing it and simply ignored her.

An inconspicuous assistant researcher wearing thick glasses raised his hand cautiously, "How about a pen notebook?

Whether it's the notes of hunters recording their missions, the investigation notes of the scriveners' field explorations, or the research notes of alchemists and researchers, don't they all use notebooks? "

Gordon raised his eyebrows. Apart from the weird abstract "special", this is the only emblem proposal so far that can represent the entire Special Investigation Team to a certain extent.

Hayata picked up the chalk and drew a notebook pattern on the blackboard.

Because it was closed, it looked like a brick at first glance. She was not very satisfied. After thinking about it, she erased it and drew a new pattern of an open notebook.

Herta, who doesn't often take the initiative to speak, also made a suggestion, "This looks rather monotonous. Do you want to add a bookmark? It will also be easier to distinguish from other books."

Seeing many people nodding in agreement, Hayata added another bookmark on the left page.

Gordon pinched his chin, he liked this design quite a lot.

Compared with those designs that either represent personal preferences, represent a certain group, or are completely unclear.

Although the pattern of this notebook is simple, it is quite representative, like the steering wheel of the Fourth Investigation Group.

Anhil raised his hand and suggested, "When the items with the team badge are distributed, you can also imprint your personal characteristics on the blank page to the right of the notebook pattern.

For example, if the alcohol team likes wine, they can brand wine glasses and bottles. Aziz likes fishing, so they can brand fish and fishing rods. If you can't think of anything, there is no sense of inconsistency in printing names, which is also helpful for differentiation. "

There were many people who were originally inclined towards this notebook pattern, and Ancier's proposal suddenly attracted many "die-hards" to come over.

They want a personal touch.

The blank pages of this notebook pattern can be used as they please, but no matter how they play with it, it is still the "notebook" that symbolizes the special investigation team.

There was no suspense anymore, but out of a "sense of ceremony", Gordon still conducted a full vote.

As expected, the notebook design was approved with a high vote.

"Then it's decided." Gordon erased the other patterns on the blackboard and patted the blackboard. "The badge of our special investigation team is the 'Notes of the Investigation Team'!"

Several days passed after that.

Maybe it’s because most of the members of the Special Investigation Team are young people.

The ship was still floating on the sea, and it was still far away from the New World. Someone had already asked craftsmen to help them create a soldering iron with the regimental emblem pattern.

The leather parts of many members' clothing have been branded with emblems, and the hunters are no exception.

It was a bit stupid to use high temperature to brand the pattern on the armor, which would damage the surface of the armor. So they found some leather scraps, branded the emblem on it, and hung it on the armor in the form of a belt or decorative cloth.

There are also rebellious ones.

Gale stamped a notebook emblem on her obsolete cat head (ankylosaurus) helmet, and then made another cat head on the blank page of the emblem, refining it repeatedly until it could no longer be drawn. until.

Gordon feels that this behavior is mainly due to freshness, but in the view of Mecca, the dragon tribe hunter, this is an initial manifestation of cohesion.

Gordon dragged Hayata out of the cabin room again.

"The oil film hasn't been applied yet," Hayata muttered.

"It's almost done." Gordon dragged her away, "Those knives of yours are too bright to be used as mirrors, and I don't know what you are doing by cleaning them, oiling them, wiping them clean, and oiling them.

I've already used two bottles of knife oil for you. "

Hayata answered seriously, "This is to cultivate a relationship with the sword. Well, Master Yamos taught me."

"If you continue to cultivate it, it won't be cultivating feelings. It will be cultivating mold. Let's go on the deck and bask in the sun!"

In terms of strength, Hayata is definitely unable to compete with Gordon and can only be dragged along.

The two came to the deck and the weather was fine.

The sun was shining and the wind was blowing, but not too strong.

In the wake of the dragon boat, there will be some small fish and shrimps picked up by the current. The terns that can fly across the sea will follow the big boat and prey on these fish and shrimps.

"It's a pretty seabird, isn't it? You can't see it inland."

While Gordon was sighing with emotion, a pterosaur kept on the boat swooped down and swallowed a tern in one gulp.

At the same time, more pterosaurs swooped down from the mast, causing the terns to flee in all directions, their feathers flying everywhere.

"Full of life." Gordon smiled awkwardly.

Hayata rolled her eyes. The sun and wind were indeed very comfortable today, and she could spend more time in the sun on the deck.

Just as they were about to find a place to sit down and close their eyes to enjoy the sunshine, Hayata suddenly heard someone calling them.

He shifted his gaze and saw that Aziz was waving to them on the side of the deck, "Gordon! Hayata! If you have time, come over and help me!"

Originally they were going up to the deck to bask in the sun, so they had nothing to do, so the two of them walked towards Az.

Aziz held several fishing rods in his arms and said to them with his white teeth flashing: "There's a big guy! It's been following us these past few days and I plan to catch it. Can you help me look at the rods together?"

I just got hooked once, but unfortunately I couldn’t hold on and the fishing rod was pulled away! "

"Okay, okay." Gordon stuck his head out of the side of the boat and glanced at the sea below, "But are the fish here so big? Has the fishing rod in your hand been pulled away?"

Although Aziz is not the same size as him and Ted, as a six-star spear user, there is no doubt about the strength and stability of the center of gravity.

Is the big guy you're talking about really a "fish" in the conventional sense?

Hayata, who doesn't often fish, also asked curiously, "What do you use as bait in such an open sea area?"

Aziz chuckled and pointed at the swordfish, which was nearly two meters long including the spikes on the ground and was still jumping.

Gordon's expression became weird. He thought this was your harvest, and his feelings were your bait?

Aziz squatted down, pulled away the fishing lines wrapped around the fishing rods, and then inserted several sharp iron hooks as big as a palm into the swordfish's body.

Blood seeped out and the swordfish jumped around.

"Um, prepare to bring a few fishing rods together. Maybe this way we can pull that guy up!" Aziz gave Gordon and Hayata a fishing rod each. The line and hook on the fishing rod were already hung on the flag. On the fish.

This was the first time Gordon saw several fishing rods hanging one bait, and he was a little doubtful, "Can this really catch the bait?"

"Um, I don't know." Aziz said with a smile, "Um, I've never fished like this before, but that guy should probably take the bait. He's very greedy!"

Gordon shrugged. They were idle anyway.

The three of them lifted the swordfish together and threw it into the sea. As the swordfish swam and struggled, traces of blood spread out.

Not long after, a bright light flashed under the sea. At the same time, a huge force came along the fishing line, and the fishing rods in the hands of the three people bent instantly.

"I'm hooked!"