Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

After a period of careful inspection, the workshop owner looked up with a slightly strange expression and asked hesitantly: "Young man, what kind of hunter are you...?"

Gordon was startled when he heard this, but he still answered honestly: "Two stars."

The expression of the workshop owner suddenly became even stranger.

"The metal smelting and forging processes of this explosive knife are well done, and the internal structure is strong enough. It can be seen that it has been used for a while, and there are no major problems overall.

However, there are traces of high-temperature burns on the sword. The breath of the big strange bird cannot reach this level of high temperature, and the impact is not that strong. It is more like a fire dragon... You use it to block the fire dragon's breath.

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Gordon's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this. Can you tell this?

"It did help me block the breath of the male fire dragon, otherwise I should have been blown to death." Gordon answered truthfully.

The workshop owner opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the complaint back into his stomach - so why did you, a two-star hunter, go to provoke the male fire dragon?

"The problem with the hook here is also quite serious. It should have been impacted by some huge force. The hook blade was a little deformed and the internal mechanism was also somewhat dislocated, so it got stuck.

To be honest, I really don't understand the battle damage. Judging from the cracked marks on the hook blade, it should have been some kind of small blunt instrument that collided with it, but the force was quite astonishing.

It doesn't look like the claws of a monster or the fangs of the Big Boar King? But the teeth of that thing are not shaped like this, either?

Wait, you're not going to play knife-fighting with any hunter, are you? The insect stick may cause similar marks. If you really do such a stupid thing, I'm going to beat you up, old man?"

The workshop owner raised his fists with a bad look on his face. He hated this kind of random damage to weapons.

Gordon waved his hand quickly. This pot should not be passed on casually. Whether it was a conflict or a joke, no matter what the reason was, it was a very serious crime for a hunter to point his weapon at a human.

"No, no, I won't do that kind of thing. It's the King of the Strange Face Tribe. I fought with the King of the Strange Face Tribe. He used a bone scepter to smash the explosive knife into this."

"Cough, cough...King of the Strange Face Clan..."

The old dragon man choked on the tobacco leaves in his mouth. After coughing for a while, he shouted angrily: "It's a fire dragon and the king of the strange-faced tribe. Can you, a two-star little hunter, find some normal monsters as opponents?"

?!

Even if you can bear it yourself, can your weapons and armors bear it?!"

"..."

Gordon shrank his neck, and after the old man who valued equipment more than people vented his anger, he defended a little aggrievedly: "It was all an accident..."

The workshop owner choked when he heard this. Seeing that Gordon didn't look like he was lying, he twitched his wrinkled face and said angrily: "Then you are really unlucky. Remember to find a temple later.

Please give me a luck charm."

Hearing the workshop owner talk about "luck", Gordon suddenly remembered something. He put his hand into the bag behind his waist and fumbled for a while before taking out an ancient copper-yellow coin.

It was the exotic ancient coin that Hayata gave him.

"What is this? Your amulet?" A familiar female voice came from behind.

Gordon turned around subconsciously and found that the person who came was actually the light crossbow user Osura.

"It's you, Oshula..."

"Um?"

"Ahem, Senior Urshula." Gordon changed the title with a dry smile, and then continued: "This is a gift from a very lucky friend, saying he wants to share his good luck with me."

"Oh? Boy's friend and girl's friend?"

"...female."

"Oh! Girlfriend? Love token? Who is that? Is it a hunter? I know all the huntresses in Minagard!" Urshula suddenly became interested and asked one after another.

Gordon smiled bitterly and said: "I just met a common friend, Senior Oshura, please stop talking nonsense."

"Stop bluffing me, ordinary friend? This thing doesn't look cheap, tsk tsk, good luck to you, tsk tsk tsk..."

Just when Gordon was unable to withstand Urshula's continuous teasing, the workshop owner suddenly spoke: "Young man, can you show me that coin?"

"Please!"

Gordon finally found the opportunity to escape questioning and quickly turned to the workshop owner and handed the exotic gold coin into the latter's hands.

After rubbing the ancient coin with his calloused thumb for a while, the old dragon man raised his head and said, "It's a very good ancient coin. It seems that the style is a relic from the previous era, probably from the ruins of the ancient Xiuret City.

The smelting process of this alloy has been lost, and I am very interested in it. I will offer you 6,000 gold, will you help me?"

Urshula, who was obviously quite familiar with the workshop owner, immediately put his hands on his hips and said angrily: "Hey! You old man who doesn't understand the charm, what a fool! Didn't you hear Gordon say this is a token of love?"

Then she turned to stare at Gordon with an unkind expression, as if she would dare to curse him as long as he dared to say "sell".

In her opinion, such a precious transfer gold coin given by a girl, even if it is not a token of love, must be a gift full of sincerity.

It would be too much to resell it for money!

Although Urshula's opinion was not within the scope of Gordon's consideration, he decisively declined the workshop owner's purchase request.

On the one hand, he is not short of money at this time, so naturally he will not do such things as reselling gifts from friends, which will cause people to look down upon him.

On the other hand, Hayata began to believe in metaphysics after he found exotic ancient coins and pure crystals one after another in the strange-faced tribe's luggage filled with garbage.

Luck, the chosen one, etc., must exist!

He also pointed to this gold coin for transfer, what to sell...

The purchase was fruitless, and although the workshop owner was a little reluctant to part with it, he still handed the ancient coin back, not forgetting to warn, "Although the coins made of this alloy will basically not rust, they still need maintenance.

The dirt on it is really hard, remember to take it back and give it a good scrape and clean. It's a good old coin, it's a pity that it's so dark."

Oshula also helped, "Yes, wash it well. I see there is a small hole on it. You can find a stronger leather rope to thread it and hang it around your neck."

Let me tell you, the closer you wear an amulet to your body and the longer you wear it, the more effective it will be!"

Gordon reluctantly responded, he had almost forgotten how the topic turned to this exotic gold coin.

Anyway, back to the topic, Gordon cleared his throat, looked at the workshop owner and asked: "So, can my blasting knife be repaired, and how much will it cost?"

The workshop owner glanced at the explosive knife at hand and said casually: "Of course, it's not a big problem. It costs 500 gold to repair the hook alone. If the internal structure and blade need to be fully maintained, add 300 gold, which is 800 gold."

"Repair and maintain it." Gordon paid the fee happily without asking for a receipt. The other party opened such a large workshop not far from the hunter meeting place, and it didn't even have such integrity.

"Get it tomorrow at noon."

After the workshop owner told a time to pick up the goods, he looked at Urshula aside and asked, "What are you doing here, girl?"