Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

"...."

Gordon tried to repeat the other person's name to say hello, but his memory did not allow him to do so. He opened his mouth, but he could only stay there.

Seeing through Gordon's embarrassment, the Dragonite woman smiled reservedly but appropriately and said, "You can call me Madam President like other people in the assembly hall."

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Madam President, I am Gordon from Kokot Village. I plan to stay in Minagard for a period of time. I hope you can approve it."

In front of this lady, who even a blind person could tell was very distinguished, Gordon wanted to speak in a more elegant way, but as he had not read many books, the most he could do was to speak plainly.

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"Are you from Kokot Village?" The president's carefully trimmed eyebrows raised slightly.

"um, yes."

The Madam President looked at Tiki, who was still being held by Oshulati.

The female hunter quickly put Tiggy down, and the latter organized Gordon's hunter notes and letters of introduction as quickly as possible and handed them to the president's lady.

The president lady first flipped through Gordon's hunter notes. When she noticed his age and hunter level, she raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and then said lightly, "Pretty good."

Gordon felt for no reason that this was already a very high praise.

Immediately afterwards, the president's lady picked up the letter of introduction again. Judging from her obviously softer movements, she attached great importance to this letter.

After reading the letter word for word, the president lady folded the letter paper again, put it back into the envelope carefully and carefully, and then handed it back to Gordon.

"Put this letter away. You will probably use it when you travel to other cities in the future."

Seeing the other party's solemn look, Gordon couldn't help but become cautious.

"Your village chief, are you feeling well?" the president asked suddenly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Gordon felt that the other party's tone seemed to have become gentler?

"Well... the village chief's health has always been good, but he seems a little dazed at ordinary times." Gordon replied while secretly guessing about the relationship between the two.

Obviously, the president's lady and the village elder know each other.

There was a time in the past? Impossible, impossible.

The dragon tribe has a long lifespan, but they are not monsters. It is not easy to judge the age of the president, but she is middle-aged at most. She is at least one generation, or even two generations away from the senile village chief.

Family elders? Seniors at work? They can’t be father and daughter, right?

The president's lady seemed to have seen through the storm in Gordon's mind, and a hint of helplessness flashed through her eyes behind the narrow lenses. She said: "He is a very respectable old man, and a living legend.

You don’t know him?”

This sentence was not just for Gordon, but Gordon, Urshula, and Tikki exchanged glances for a long time, but still couldn't come up with any answer.

Seeing this, the president's lady couldn't help but sigh: "Today's young people..."

"That's a legendary figure called a 'hero'."

At this time, a middle-aged male hunter who happened to be passing by heard their conversation and strode over.

He wears a set of high-end armor with the main color being pitch black. The dark carapace and dragon scales obviously come from some kind of flying dragon. There are also several sets of scarlet thorns dotted on the edge of the skirt, as well as on key parts such as shoulders and elbows.

It adds a bit of aggression to this armor.

The one-horned dragon suit is the name of this set of equipment.

As its name describes, its manufacturing material comes from a powerful flying dragon species called "One-horned Dragon". This terrifying creature that lives in the desert has the reputation of "the lonely sand plain knight".

"It's Yamos."

"Long time no see, Lord Yamos~."

Oshula and the others greeted the visitor one after another, and Gordon also took the initiative to nod to him to show respect for their seniors.

A middle-aged hunter named Yamos walked up to them, glanced at Oshula with a frown, and said: "It's just that the two of them have never been in the training camp, how come you don't know about it?

The legend of the Kokot hero must have been told by the instructor at the training camp more than once, right?"

When Urshula heard this, she grinned in embarrassment. She had fallen asleep during the cultural classes in the training camp.

"You are from Kokot Village and have never heard of it?" Yamos looked at Gordon in disbelief.

Gordon's face looked a little strange.

How should I put it? I’ve heard a little bit about Kokot’s hero, the “first hunter”, but isn’t that a fairy tale similar to a bedtime story?

According to Madam President and others, that hero is the village elder??

“Before the profession of ‘monster hunter’ had not yet appeared, human beings were so powerless in the face of intrusions and attacks by powerful monsters.

The ferocious one-horned dragon attacked the village. At this time, a mysterious dragon man stepped forward. With an iron sword and shield, he fought the monster fiercely for seven days and seven nights, and finally succeeded in killing it.

He is the hero of Kokot and the first hunter in the world."

In a tone of respect and fascination, Yamos recited the story that was familiar to him when he was a child and in earlier times.

The reason why he is equipped with a one-horned dragon suit today is hard to say that he has not been affected by this aspect.

The president's lady took over Yamos's narration and continued: "The deeds of heroes inspire people, and monsters are no longer invincible and terrifying existences.

He once created the Hunter Guild with four like-minded partners and five others, laying the foundation of the "Monster Hunter" professional system.

Sadly, during a battle against a mysterious monster, one of the partners, who was also the hero's fiancée, died unfortunately.

As a result, the hero retired, and the rule of up to four hunters in a team was passed down. In that dark age before the dawn..."

Listening to one epic story after another, Gordon's mouth opened slightly and his saliva almost started to flow. Some of these stories he had heard, some he had never heard of.

But no matter how he said it, it was really difficult for him to compare the legendary "hero" who combined bravery, strength, wisdom, leadership, and tragedy with the man at the entrance of the village who kept saying "Hmm?" "Hey~!" and "Huhuhu" all day long.

!" The old guy got in touch!

"Are these legends true?"

"Of course it's true." The president lady gave him a strange look, "The real experience of Hero Kokot is only more dangerous and magnificent than the legend.

Isn’t it that the weapon once used by the hero, the Hero’s Sword, is still inserted in the stone platform on the mountain behind Kokot Village, waiting for its successor?”

"Yes, twenty years ago, when I was traveling around as a young man, I made a special pilgrimage to Kokot Village." Yamos's tone was full of emotion and reminiscence.

"Although they know they are not worthy, who has never imagined, tried, and hoped that they could pull out the heroic sword that turned brown due to being soaked in dragon blood and become a new 'hero'?"

Gordon closed his mouth and grimaced, trying hard to maintain an expression on his face so as not to appear strange.

If I were to tell you now that when I was a child, I peed on the rusty iron sword and pulled it out, only to find that even the branches could not be chopped down, so I inserted it back in...

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Will he be beaten to death?