Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 94 On the airship

In the next two days, Gordon and Alva got along quite happily.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that, except for the working hours of recording data, Alva was almost always following him.

Gordon knew that it was not because he had any special charisma or any other strange reason, it was just that Alva was greedy for the monster materials he always carried.

Although most of the materials, along with spare equipment such as explosive knives and refined ore sets, have been handed over to the caravan and sent to the target Naguli Village, Gordon still carries some relatively precious monster materials with him.

For example, the fire bag of the big strange bird, the stomach stone of the sleeping bird, etc.

It wouldn't matter if he lost a few pieces of cheap materials such as iron ore, keel bones, and wild boar skins, but for these "high-end goods", he would feel distressed for a long time if any of them were missing, so he could only feel relieved if he carried them with him.

However, in the face of Alva's repeated pleas, Gordon relented and lent him these materials for research.

In fact, research is nothing more than repeated observation with a high-power magnifying glass, and there is no need to worry about the material itself being damaged, but this already made Alva as happy as a holiday.

For a trainee scrivener like him, there are too few opportunities to get hands-on with monster materials.

"Wow, it's really hot."

Climbing onto the deck, the shirtless Gordon came to the bow of the boat and let the slightly cold and moist clouds in the clouds take away the excess heat. He picked up the water bag and filled a few mouthfuls of clean water with salt before exhaling.

Take a breath.

After getting rid of Alva's "entanglement", he became leisurely again, so, unable to stay idle, he took the initiative to take over Lao Hei's job of refueling the fuel tank.

The steam boiler that powers the propeller is located at the bottom of the pod, and the fuel used is fossilized carbon, a special ore mined from volcanic areas.

There is not much difference in appearance between burning charcoal and ordinary coal, but the effect when used as fuel is completely different. Whether it is temperature, energy density, or combustion sustainability, burning charcoal far exceeds the latter.

However, the veins of burning fossil carbon are scattered, and the collection points are mostly located in volcanic areas where dangerous monsters are frequent, so the output is very low and the price is quite high, making it impossible to use for daily heating.

However, the extremely excellent combustion performance of burning stone carbon makes it have a good market in forging, mechanical fuel, alchemy and other industries, and the supply exceeds demand.

The temperature in the boiler room is naturally very high.

The heat wave in the cabin made him feel the blood on his skin boiling, but after finishing the work, he gritted his teeth and persisted in front of the hot boiler for more than half an hour.

It is said that the temperature in the volcanic zone is comparable to that in the boiler room, and even higher in the core area. Gordon wants to use this method to adapt to the high temperature in advance.

This method is actually a bit stupid. For high-temperature environments such as volcanic deserts, there is a special alchemical potion called "cold drink", or alchemical drink, which can help hunters resist high temperatures.

But Gordon still enjoyed it.

The professor was always busy. He was holding a telescope that was about as tall as him and observing the surroundings all the time. Alva was writing and drawing on a desktop-sized map, using a kind of

Complex text that Gordon couldn't understand.

In order to facilitate the professor's observation, Lao Hei deliberately lowered the flying height of the airship.

At such a height, the clouds are very thin, and with the help of a telescope, you can even identify small creatures such as spirit deer on the ground.

After resting for a while, Gordon took out a book and started reading by himself.

This scene might shock the jaws of his friends, but Gordon unexpectedly discovered that he quite liked the feeling of filling his brain with words and useful information.

——"Archaeological Records of Latio Volcano"

This manuscript book was borrowed from him by Alva, and it was an internal reading material for the Scriveners Team. In fact, this was a bit against the rules, but the professor and Lao Hei both turned a blind eye and pretended not to have seen it.

He might not be able to use most of the knowledge in the book about the ancient civilizations buried under the solidified volcanic rocks of Mount Latio, but he tried hard to memorize the distribution map of the ruins in his mind.

If you have the opportunity to mine according to this picture, the probability of digging the guard stone will be higher, right?

"Hmm, seems there is a hunter asking for help?" The professor holding a telescope at the side suddenly said, pulling Gordon's eyes away from the ruins distribution map.

"Where is it?!" Gordon reached out and grabbed another pair of binoculars on the shelf and searched around. After all, he was a hunter, so he seemed very concerned.

"The small lake at three o'clock is on the pebble beach on the southwest side of the lake."

The professor's quick and accurate location description allowed Gordon to quickly find the target location.

They were two hunters traveling together, waving vigorously at the airship they were riding on, as if they were still shouting something.

"You should think we are observation hot air balloons, right?" Lao Hei in the driver's seat seemed to be very experienced in such situations, "I hope we can help observe the whereabouts of the target monster."

Gordon looked at the professor expectantly. This old man was the decision-maker.

The professor didn't say much, but jumped directly to the side of the ship, holding a telescope and searching around. Gordon and Alva helped in the search, but also had to be careful that the small professor would not be blown off by the wind in the air.

After all, he was experienced. After just half a minute, the professor discovered a creature that was suspected to be the hunter's target in the dense forest - a tail hammer dragon.

Using the nearby trees as a reference, I estimated that it was a big guy with a length of more than 20 meters from head to tail, and a pair of horns on top of its head.

"It's Dobol Belk (Tail Hammer Dragon)! It's a beast-type monster that feeds on tree branches, leaves and rotten wood.

Although it is a herbivorous monster, its rough, thick, moss-covered skin and thick fat make it extremely defensive and very difficult to kill.

Taimaulosaurus has a very violent personality and will actively attack small monsters and humans who enter their sight. Its threat level is no less than that of flying dragons!" Alva excitedly recited the knowledge he had obtained from the book.

Gordon's focus was different. The frame of the telescope in his hand moved repeatedly between the bull-like curved horns and the huge tail hammer of the tail hammer dragon, thinking about what he should do with this thing.

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The professor had already begun to pull the reflector hanging on the side and began to feed back information to the two hunters.

"Tail Hammer Dragon, twenty degrees east by south, three and a half kilometers away."

After getting the answer they were looking forward to, the two hunters excitedly waved their arms to express their gratitude to the receding airship, then dived into the dark forest and began their hunt.

All the people on the airship could do at this time was wish them good luck.

The encounter with the hunters was just a small episode during the air travel, and they quickly returned to their respective posts.

Gordon, who had nothing to do again, took the pork chop that came to the deck to breathe, and asked Alva for a piece of parchment, preparing to trace the distribution map of the ruins in the book.

Time passed slowly until a drop of rain fell next to the tip of his pen.

(End of chapter)