Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 145 Common Language

A few of them hadn't been drinking for too long, and they all had things to do in the afternoon. They couldn't get drunk in broad daylight.

After bidding farewell to everyone in the Drunkard Team, Gordon took Ancil to the workshop.

After placing the order for the Sickle Suit and the Artillery [Ferocious Bird], Gordon chatted with the dragon tribe boss for a while before leaving. If he hadn't noticed the resentment and impatience in Ancil's eyes, the two of them might have been chatting for how long.

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Miles's secluded residence after retirement is located in the suburbs outside Minagard. It is a small double-story building with a small area. An exquisite small garden has been cultivated around the house and surrounded by bamboo fences.

It is very consistent with ordinary people’s impression of the “hermit cabin”.

When Gordon and the others came to the door, Miles was sitting on a wicker chair under the eaves reading a book.

He was wearing reading glasses and a loose linen blouse. There was a set of exquisite tea sets on the small table at hand. He would pick it up and take a sip from time to time. He was very comfortable and looked no different from an ordinary retired old man.

Only the strong forearms exposed under the rolled-up sleeves and the dense old scars on the skin still prove his former identity.

Seeing two hunters in armor coming to the door from a distance, Miles closed the book and stood up.

"Mr. Miles! Are you feeling well? We're here to visit you!" Gordon stood outside the fence and said with a smile.

Perhaps because of his retirement, Miles seemed much kinder than before. He opened the fence door and said cheerfully: "It turns out to be Gordon boy. I haven't seen him in more than two years. He's really strong, pork chop."

Too.

I just thought it was someone from the guild or the hunter training camp who wanted to see me. Come on in, what do you want to drink? I don’t have any wine here, only tea and honey water."

"Anything is fine, whatever is convenient for you to drink!"

"Meow!"

"Then let's have black tea. Who is this?" Miles turned his attention to Anxier.

Anhil, who always looked cold in front of strangers, actually seemed a little embarrassed at this time. He took off his hat and saluted, and briefly introduced himself: "Hello Mr. Miles, it's the first time we meet. My Excellency, Anhil.

Lin, the four-star heavy crossbow envoy."

"Well, little brother Anxier, do you also drink black tea?"

"Okay, Mr. Miles, I'm looking forward to it."

Miles led them into the house and asked them to sit down at the dining table while he made tea.

Gordon looked around, taking in the decoration of the house.

He found that many furniture and decorations had obvious traces of handwork. They were not particularly exquisite, but had a unique personal style. They should have been made by Mr. Miles himself.

So this is part of retirement life?

Ancier's focus was on other things. He stared at the several heavy crossbows on the weapon racks in the corner, and gasped: "It's the 'White One-horned Cannon [modified]'! Made from the material of the subspecies of One-horned Dragon"

Heavy crossbow, the real superior weapon!

Ah, is that the ‘Seven-Star Heavenly Cannon’? And the one next to it! The ‘Queen’s Needle’! All of them are actually high-level heavy crossbows!”

Gordon looked at Ancil with some confusion, "Didn't I tell you that Mr. Miles is a high-level hunter? Isn't it strange that a high-level hunter has several high-level weapons?"

"No, no, no! You don't understand!" Ancil stood up like a man possessed and walked towards the weapon rack step by step. "That smooth line, that hidden sense of power."

Gordon pouted.

Well, in fact, this guy's behavior is not that difficult to understand. If he were to come in front of an entire weapons rack with a high-level sword, he would probably be drooling.

"They are very beautiful, they are all my old friends."

Just when Ancier's fingers were about to touch the crossbow of the Seven Star Cannon, Miles's voice suddenly came.

Anhil came to his senses with a start, quickly retracted his outstretched hand, and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles, I overstepped my bounds, I"

"Okay, there's no need to be so serious. If you like it, just pick it up and take a good look at it. It doesn't matter if you use it for a while. Of course, taking it away is absolutely not allowed."

Miles put the tray with the teapot and teacups on the table and said with a smile.

"Is it really true! Can I try it out??!" Anxil's naturally pale cheeks were a little red.

Miles shrugged, "Don't just face people, let's drink tea first."

Gordon glanced at Ancil jealously, and with a doggy smile on his face, he asked Miles: "What about that, old man, can I try to play with it too?"

Miles' face that was still smiling suddenly turned serious, "No! You are not a heavy crossbow user. Can you hold a crossbow? Can you aim? Do you know what posture can suppress the recoil? Weapons are not toys!

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"Didn't you also agree to lend it to An Xil to play with?"

Anhil also made a serious face and said: "I am not playing, but practicing. This can help me understand in advance the difference between the upper heavy crossbow and the lower heavy crossbow in terms of reloading number, recoil, ballistics, rate of fire, etc."

Shooting is a science, a precise and rigorous science, if you have a playful attitude, even just touching the trigger can be considered an insult."

Gordon opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but unexpectedly Miles clapped hard first.

"Precision and rigor, that's great! Today's young shooters like to talk about 'relying on feel', 'relying on luck' and 'relying on momentum' when it comes to shooting. They are all nonsense!

Shooting is all about rigor! The influence of temperature and humidity, the trajectories of different types of crossbow shells, and the differences in recoil of different types of crossbows should all be taken into consideration."

Ancier, who looked like he had found a soulmate, could not care less about being polite, and answered excitedly: "That's right! The ups and downs of breathing and even heartbeat will affect the accuracy of shooting.

Many people say that depending on how large the dispersion area is, whether or not you hit a target within this range depends entirely on luck. In fact, this is not the case at all. There are too many variables that should be paid attention to and are not well controlled. This is the real reason for inaccurate shooting!"

Miles almost walked up to Ancier and grabbed the latter's shoulders.

Gordon had never seen Miles so excited.

Whether it was his biological children or Urshula, whom he regarded as his half-disciple, they had to face the old man's disgusted face most of the time.

And now.

It was as if Miles had found his long-lost biological son. This description may be a bit disrespectful to both of them, but anyone who witnessed this scene would probably have similar thoughts.

In a state of frenzy, the two completely forgot about the existence of Gordon and Pork Chop. They picked up two heavy ballistae and a bunch of messy ammunition and went out, not knowing where they planned to test-fire.

Gordon looked at the tea snacks and tea sets on the tray in silence for a few seconds. He took out two cups and poured a cup for himself and Pork Chop. Then one person and one cat drank the freshly brewed black tea and ate the snacks in silence.

"This cookie is quite delicious, isn't it? It's just a little hard when baked." Gordon, who didn't know what to do now, was at a loss for words.

"Yes, meow, just soak it in tea and it will be fine, meow."

"Let me try"

ps. After reading some previous book reviews, book friends pointed out many mistakes, such as the fact that the tail of the male fire dragon is not poisonous but its claws are poisonous, and that the black wolf bird is not a rare species of big strange bird.

These are indeed my oversights (°▽). I will try my best to correct similar mistakes. If there are similar problems again, please continue to point them out.

(End of chapter)