Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 586 After the war, of course there is a banquet!

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 586 After the war, of course there is a banquet!

"Wake up! The battle is not over yet! Get up!"

Being slapped on the face by two rough hands, the confused Gordon jumped up reflexively.

He stretched his hand behind his shoulder, but did not touch the hilt of the sword. Then he discovered that what was wrapped around him was not armor, but a soft cotton and linen shirt and bandages.

This place doesn't seem to be a battlefield, but a room that's not too big?

Gordon looked confusedly at Ted, who was grinning at him.

"Are you sick?!" Pork Chop flew over and kicked Ted in the face.

Hayata, who rushed into the room after Pork Chop, glared at Ted, also looking angry.

Ted, who had several bloody marks on his unshaven face from being scratched by a pig's chop, chuckled heartlessly, "I'm just saying, you can wake up when you scream like this, and if you go back to sleep, you will be stupid."

Got it!"

"That's called coma cat!"

Feeling that his mind was a little confused, Gordon tapped his forehead and sat back on the bed.

His memory still lingered on the moment when the dragon's energy exploded and the Laoshan Dragon's horn broke.

"So, what is the situation now? The battle is over? The old mountain dragon has fallen? Is Minagard okay?" Gordon, who had sorted out his thoughts a little, asked one after another.

Hayata pushed Ted aside and explained: "The battle happened four days ago. Laoshanlong was seriously injured and retreated, Xinzhai was not threatened, and Minagarde was also safe.

Well, by the way, we are now in the hunter's cabin of the assembly hall in Minagard City."

"Four days?! I slept for four days?" Gordon confirmed in shock. He thought it was only a few hours.

Pig Chop jumped to the edge of the bed, "I've been in a coma for four days, meow!"

Gordon, your injuries are actually very serious. The high-intensity dragon-type energy in the dragon horns was detonated, and the dragon resistance of the Terror Tyrannosaurus armor is very poor. The situation at that time was too dangerous."

"Yes, your heartbeat stopped at that time, and I even gave you artificial respiration!"

".That's really, thank you."

Gordon's expression was distorted for a moment, and he decided to forget about this incident, "Speaking of which, how on earth did Lao Shanlong defeat it?"

After a series of fierce battles, but unable to persist to the end, Gordon felt somewhat regretful.

"How to repel it? No, I forgot, you fainted early."

Ted smacked his lips and continued: "The blow you took to cut off the dragon's horn was crucial. It howled and fell down.

Then Boss Xia Zuo organized us to attack desperately, and then it got scared, and then it turned around and ran away, that's it!"

"That's a good story, don't tell it again next time."

After hearing Ted's simplified version of the description, Gordon twitched his lips. He moved his limbs and after feeling that there was nothing wrong, he stood up from the bed.

"Senior Gordon, you have nothing to do right now, why don't you take some more rest?"

Hayata seemed a little nervous. She woke up two days earlier than Gordon. When she heard that Gordon's heart had stopped beating at that time, she was really frightened.

"How about that! The celebration banquet is about to begin, and I'm here specifically to wake him up!" Ted crossed his arms to express his dissatisfaction.

"Tai! De!" Hayata didn't even use the honorific title for her senior.

"Is there a party?" Gordon blinked and looked at Ted.

The latter gave a thumbs up, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Of course, tonight!"

"Then let's walk!"

Since its founding, the hall of the Minagarde Hunters' Gathering Hall has never been so crowded.

More than a hundred hunters from Minagarde, those dispatched by the guild for support, and those from various cities, towns, and villages came spontaneously to help.

If some people hadn't recovered from their injuries or were in a hurry to return to their hometowns, this number could have doubled.

The tavern in the assembly hall cannot accommodate so many people at once. Let alone wine and meat, there are not even enough tables and chairs.

Fortunately, the president is not stingy with the heroes who protect Minagard.

With a stroke of her pen, she approved a large amount of funds for the staff to use to purchase the drinks and ingredients needed for the celebration banquet. As for the tables and chairs, they could only borrow them from the surrounding neighbors.

As a result, the news spread that the hunters were going to hold a celebration party.

Countless residents of Micheng lined up to bring home wines and various dishes. The quantity was so large that hundreds of pot-bellied men could not eat it.

The president's lady simply ordered people to place tables and chairs on the avenue in front of the assembly hall. The hunter's internal celebration banquet inexplicably turned into a national carnival that anyone who wanted to can participate in.

"Start meowing!"

Following the order from Pork Chop, who was the referee, Gordon and Ted both raised their huge wine glasses, raised their necks and started drinking.

"Ton ton ton bang!"

"Uh oh oh oh oh!!!"

Amid the cheers and cheers of the people around them, the two of them smashed their empty wine glasses on the table at almost the same speed.

"Die meow~!" Pig Chop raised his two little paws and gave the result.

"Here, help me fill it up!" Ted slapped the table randomly and yelled.

A little girl with freckles ran over happily holding an exquisite glass wine bottle.

The clear amber liquid gurgled out from the mouth of the bottle until it was completely drained, finally filling the one-liter wine glass in Ted's hand to about 70% to 80% full.

Hayata held a wine barrel and filled Gordon with ale.

The two toasted again, but Ted spurted it out as soon as he took a sip.

"This is fucking distilled liquor!"

Ted was complaining there, and Gordon had finished drinking the ale in his glass, "I won!"

"This one doesn't count! There's something wrong with my wine!"

The little freckled girl was so aggrieved that she almost cried, "I obviously brought the fine wine that my father collected."

Under the disdainful gazes of Gordon and others, Ted could only apologize with a dry smile: "Oh no, this wine is so good that I can't bear to drink it in large quantities. I drink it slowly, slowly."

"Good-for-nothing!" Maxine mocked her brother and looked at Hayata. "Little Hayata seems to have been an adult for a long time. I haven't had a drink with you yet. Let's drink some together!"

Hayata blinked.

She is not a drinker, but she doesn't hate it either. In this atmosphere, she always needs to drink some.

So, she handed the wine barrel in her hand to Maxine, and then picked up another one herself.

Maxine: "?"

The corner of the street, a relatively quiet corner, is the territory of the elderly.

Seeing everyone in the alcohol team drinking to death, Miles' fist hardened.

Xia Zuo chuckled and said: "Old guy, at least for today, don't spoil their fun."

"Forget it." Miles sighed, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yamos, your little disciple seems to be a good drinker too." Looking at the noisy young people, Isabella said with a smile: "They don't even use cups, they just use wine barrels."

In terms of age, Yamos, who was the youngest among these people, covered his eyes. He didn't even know that Hayata could drink.

How long has it been since you left the army and went out to work? Two years? Are you drinking so hard?

Do you want to teach her a lesson?

But even Miles, a severe one, didn't jump out

Just when Yamos was in trouble, a familiar figure entered his field of vision.

He immediately stood up and waved, "Pine!"

"Ah! Yamos!"

With a smile on his face, Pine came over holding a large plate of freshly roasted barbecue, "Mapelle just roasted the herbivorous dragon meat, come and try it. Huh?"

Looking in the direction of Yamos's finger, he saw the scene of his gentle and well-behaved niece holding a wine barrel and drinking heavily, which made his pupils tremble.

“HAYATA!!!”

Doesn’t this create the abrupt feeling that Laoshanlong suddenly ran away while being slapped? (Paps! Nonsense!)

Well, actually it’s because the description of this battle is already long enough. If you need water, of course you can get it under water. The blocking along the way and the battle in Xinzhai can easily fill 30,000 to 50,000 words, but that’s really

If it's too slow, the combat process will be repetitive.

I am actually not very satisfied with the Lao Shan Long chapter. The build-up is too long and the final climax is not high enough, and I don’t want to forcefully create a sense of tragedy through sacrifice.

I want to write a multi-person portrait, but there are too many new characters, and the focus is spread out to each character, without being in-depth enough.

It's also a process monster, but the rhythm of Lingshan Dragon feels more refreshing.

It can be considered as a summary of some experiences and lessons learned orz.

(End of chapter)