Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

If Hayata learns hunting from Yamos, at least he won't develop into a muscle-power type, right?

With this idea in mind, Pine discussed it with his niece, and Hayata didn't object.

It has nothing to do with factors such as courage and belief. No matter how adventurous a girl is, she always loves beauty.

Moreover, as her uncle's good friend, she has also known Uncle Yamos since childhood. Compared to group training, it is obviously more suitable to study with such a powerful and familiar master.

Amidst the noise all the way, the uncle and nephew arrived at the door of Yamos's house.

"Oh, you are just as stubborn as your father. You won't listen to any advice. Hunter training is very hard. If you feel it's too hard one day...

I said Hayata, do you really not want to think about it anymore? How about we learn painting and become an artist..."

Pine, who was standing in front of the Yamos residence, turned around again and babbled.

Hayata rolled her eyes, stepped forward past Pine, and knocked on the door.

...

The straight-line distance between Minagard City and Kokot Village is not too far, only about four to five hundred kilometers.

The Kexiuret area is a hilly area with dense mountains, and straight-line distance and actual distance are fundamentally two different concepts.

Gordon and Pork Chop hitched a ride with merchants who were selling mountain goods in the city of Minagard. It took nearly ten days along the way before the tall city walls of Minagard finally appeared at the end of the horizon.

As the distance gradually shortened, the city wall became more and more conspicuous, and Gordon's mouth opened wider and wider.

The city wall, which is more than ten meters high, is made of dark gray giant stone walls. Hundreds of years of wind and rain have not been able to shake it, but it has added a bit of enduring momentum to it.

On the wall, which is wide enough for two carriages to pass side by side, there are defense facilities and watchtowers.

As one of the most important seaside cities in mankind, Minagard City has a strong enough defensive force, regardless of whether the opponent is a human army or a monster.

The large bed crossbows fixed on the city wall require at least three people to operate smoothly. With the assistance of eccentric wheels and winches, these war weapons with composite steel crossbow arms can send heavy crossbow arrows with thick arms into the air for two hundred people.

meters in the air.

Obviously, this terrible weapon was not designed with humans as its imaginary enemies from the beginning. Their targets were monsters.

Within the optimal killing range of one hundred meters, even the flying dragon will be severely damaged, and this is only the most basic weapon in Minagard's city defense system.

Whether it is a movable fort that uses gunpowder to push huge cannonballs, or a mysterious device called the "Dragon Gun" hidden within the city wall and powered by a giant steam engine.

All of these are the efforts of generations of Minagarde pioneers to build up the confidence for future generations to live stably in the crisis-ridden Shuret region.

It's a pity that Gordon couldn't notice so many details at this time.

His and Zhupa's attention had long been attracted by the endless stream of caravans inside and outside the huge city gate, as well as the bustling crowds all around that were almost pushing them forward.

Gordon can swear that the total number of people he has seen in his life is not as many as the people at the gate of Minagard City at this time.

After finally squeezing through the city gate, Gordon's head kept turning around.

After all, he was just a country bumpkin who came to the city for the first time, so what was there to be ashamed of? Gordon didn't deliberately hide his surprise and novelty, and looked around all the way, satisfying his curiosity wantonly.

As he gradually approached the trade circulation area where commercial activities flourished, Gordon clearly felt that more and more hunters were passing by.

After all, the hunter gathering place in Minagard is in the nearby area.

For young hunters, compared to the dazzling array of goods on the stalls and the wide variety of shops on the streets, it is those "comrades", or to be precise, the equipment on their bodies, that are more interesting.

"Wow! Look at Pork Chop! That set of red armor is so handsome! The shoulder armor is so elegant and flamboyant! It should be made of some kind of crustacean monster material, right?"

"Aha, that armor looks like an iron bucket, but it has very high defense!"

"Eh? Pork chop, look at that elder sister's equipment. It doesn't have much fabric, and her belly is exposed. Doesn't she feel cold?"

Pork Chop carefully shrank his head, praying that Gordon's impolite comments would not attract the attention of the equipment owner.

Fortunately, this guy paid attention to lowering his voice, otherwise he might have attracted a scolding from a certain "belly-revealing lady".

This lady is looking for lightweight shooting equipment!

After wandering around for a long time, until the sun began to set, Gordon finally recalled that instructor Ernest had given him instructions before setting off.

The first thing you should do after arriving in Minagard is to report to the Hunter Gathering Hall.

Fortunately, the hunter gathering place was not difficult to find. I asked a random passerby and he soon came to this huge building located in the center of the trade circulation area.

Looking at the wooden salon door that had become smooth and smooth after being pushed by countless hands, Gordon was a little excited and a little uneasy, and was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing at the door? Come in quickly!"

A bold female voice with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone came from behind. Gordon felt a hand pushing on his back, and subconsciously took a few steps forward and entered the door of the assembly hall.

The loud laughter, the banging of the oak barrel on the table, and the loud orders from the waitress all came towards him.

It was really a lively event that caught people off guard.

The aroma of ale is so strong that it is almost pungent, rows of long solid wood tables, waiters passing by, men and women who start drinking and blowing their pussy before it gets dark...

Gordon's first impression of the Minagarde Hunter Gathering was more like a tavern than a place where hunters apply for missions.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen a new face. Silly boy, where did you come from?" The female hunter who had just pushed him at the door of the assembly hall walked around in front of him and looked up and down with curiosity.

Hold him.

Only then did Gordon notice that the huntress in pink leather armor was the "belly-revealing sister" he had seen on the street before.

She looks to be in her twenties, with healthy wheat-colored skin, and extremely obvious muscle lines on her exposed abdomen. Her big black waves and her chest-high posture give her a heroic feeling.

Gordon, who had little experience communicating with young women, seemed a little shy at this time. He scratched the back of his head and said: "Hello, eldest sister, I am Gordon from Kokot Village."

When the female hunter heard this, her mouth twitched fiercely.

The title "eldest sister" gives people the feeling that they are five years older than "sister" and "young lady" is ten years older.

Fucking unhappy.

"Sister, how old are you? Are you much younger than me?" The huntress hugged her plump breasts and held her chin high, as if her nose was not her nose or her eyes.

Pork Chop shrank into a ball in fear, and Gordon was a little at a loss. He subconsciously replied: "I...I am seventeen this year?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

A male hunter with long hair, who was attracted by the loud voice of the female hunter, laughed and joked: "This little brother is almost ten years younger than you, Oshula, he didn't call you aunt."

That’s a lot of face! Hahahaha!”