Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 680 Closed Village

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 680 Closed Village

If you had to choose one of the "most mysterious" villages in the world, Sinard Village would be the undisputed choice.

There are actually many remote villages, including Kokot Village, Bokai Village, and Jiangbo Village.

However, these villages also communicate with the outside world on a daily basis. Unlike Sinard Village, which is completely self-sufficient, you may not see many merchants or tourists throughout the year.

How did this isolation come about?

People who have never been to Sinard Village may guess that the villagers are xenophobic due to special folk customs, but those who have been here in person will find that the villagers of Sinard Village are surprisingly warm and hospitable.

The only thing that prevents people from coming and going is the terrain.

Xiqi Kingdom is a large island in the East China Sea, and it is also the origin and hometown of the Dragon Tribe.

However, resources here are scarce and transportation is inconvenient. The vast majority of dragon tribes have dispersed throughout the continent over the past countless years and integrated with human civilization.

The once glorious dragon tribe civilization has long since disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only large fragments of ancient ruins dotted everywhere.

Being isolated overseas and rarely inhabited, these two factors have already eliminated more than 90% of the merchants and travelers.

This is just to the country of Xiqi.

If you want to reach Sinard Village, you have to go to the Sky Mountain Mountains, where the mountains are almost straight up and down, and various monsters are infested. All the way up to a position close to the highest peak, you can see this small village hidden on the top platform.

To say it was difficult is an understatement.

Later, with the development of aviation technology, the difficulty of getting to Sinard Village was greatly reduced. Coupled with the strange scenery of Sky Mountain, if the local people are willing to cooperate with the publicity, they may be able to develop a bit of tourism and become lively.

However, for this dragon tribe village with a very high average age, it is not necessary to be lively. On the contrary, it will disturb their peaceful life.

Young dragon people who yearn for the outside world often find ways to go down the mountain and leave, such as the head of Jiangbo Village back then.

Most of the rest are old people who can accept this kind of indifference. A cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, and watching the clouds pass by for a whole day. It is common to find that they forget to light their pipes.

They cultivate their own crops and tend to the crops as if they are pruning flowers and plants. This isolation and leisurely feeling cannot be experienced in other places.

The most intuitive experience is that when the Isana landed in Jiangbo Village, curious villagers almost surrounded them.

When they stopped at the edge of the platform on the top of the mountain where Sinard Village is located, most of the villagers seemed not to have seen them, except for a lively Dragonite child holding a windmill and running to watch the fun.

Work on your own, take a walk, and enjoy the breeze.

Feng Ying was the first one to jump off the boat, and then she was pestered by the lively child. Fortunately, she was also a talkative person, so she chatted lively.

"It's amazing! A big whale! A huge whale!"

"Awesome! Never seen it before, hahaha!"

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Gordon glanced over there and stopped paying attention. Feng Ying could mingle with the local children wherever she went.

He turned his head and looked at the brigade leader, "Let's go meet the great monk Zheng first? This large amount of Jiangbo Village's specialties cannot be piled in the cabin all the time, causing the whole ship to smell like dried fish."

"Let's go!" The brigade leader adjusted his hat and strode off the gangplank.

"Do you need us to go together?" Anxier asked.

Gordon thought for a while, shook his head and said: "No need, a few well-armed hunters are following us, as if they want to do something. Monk Zheng and I are considered acquaintances, I'll just go."

Anhir nodded, whistled at Gale Wind, and prepared to take it for a walk around.

The strong wind rushed over almost in a leap, and it was almost exhausted after being on the airship for these days.

Before Gordon and the brigade leader could get far away from the Isana, a narrow-eyed young man from the Dragon tribe took the initiative to greet them.

Looking at the small windmill on the young man's waist, Gordon suddenly felt a little emotional - this scene was exactly the same as when he came to conquer the beetles a few years ago.

"Master Monk Zheng, long time no see." Without thinking much, Gordon raised his hand and said hello.

The monk, who was dressed as a "kind young farmer", had a stiff expression on his face, almost losing his gentle smile.

Like his brother, Da Sengzheng also has a good memory, at least he has not forgotten who Gordon was whom he met a few years ago.

Holding back the words "May the wind guide you" that he was about to blurt out, he said helplessly: "Mr. Gordon, the monk is just my position when offering sacrifices in the temple. In normal times, I am just an ordinary young villager."

Gordon shrugged, obviously not taking the monk's words to heart. He pointed to the brigade leader beside him and briefly introduced his identity.

"Huh? Brother's letter? And the gift from brother?" The monk who claimed to be a young villager looked a little surprised.

The brigade leader took out the letter from the bag on his waist and handed it to the other party.

After looking at the handwriting on the envelope and confirming that it was indeed his brother's handwritten letter, the monk was smiling happily. The large number of specialties on the ship were of secondary importance.

The monk was leading the brigade leader and they found the elder of the village, an old dragon man who fit the stereotype of an "elderly dragon man".

Ask him to help arrange for the few young men in the village to help carry and distribute the special products sent by his brother. This is a gift brought by his brother to the whole village.

Only then did Gordon and the others figure out that the elder in front of them was the main talker in Sinard Village. The great monk had a transcendent status, but it was more at the religious level. The former was responsible for most of the daily affairs in the village.

Hearing the news from the big-nosed village chief of Jiangbo Village, the elder was not as happy as the monk was. Instead, he felt that his nose was not a nose or an eye.

This was a very traditional and serious old man. The way in which the man from Jiangbo Village abandoned the village and his official duties as a monk made his impression of him really not good.

If it weren't for the great monk's persuasion, he wouldn't even want to send people to touch those specialties.

This kind of atmosphere made Gordon and the others feel a little bad.

He could see from the previous avoidance attitude of Jiangbo Village that for the people of Sinard Village, pure white dragon scales seemed to symbolize some kind of taboo and unknown.

At the moment, the elder is very angry, and he is afraid that there will be no good results if he takes it out to ask, so he will have to look for another opportunity later.

The elder was a reasonable man. Although he was dissatisfied with the big-nosed man in Jiangbo Village, he did not extend his dissatisfaction to outsiders like them.

While he was sulking, he also did not forget to arrange food and accommodation for everyone in the tour group.

The brigade, the Silverborder Hunting Group, and the cats and dogs were more numerous. If it weren’t for the enough cabins on the Isana, it would have been difficult for the small village to accommodate their large group of outsiders.

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At night, the monk invited everyone in the brigade to his home.

A large number of meals that are not exquisite but are very local characteristics have been put on the table.

No matter what the elders and the stubborn old guys in the village think, as the brother of the village chief of Jiangbo Village, at least the monk Zheng himself is very grateful to everyone in the brigade for bringing the news about his relatives.

Looking at the small windmill whirring outside the window, he smiled and said: "The wind of fate guides us to meet here. If the reception is not good, you are welcome. Please use it."

(End of chapter)