Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Miles put himself into Urshula's perspective and recalled the scene.

The former teacher took him and cooperated with his family team to hunt several times, and then suddenly invited himself to join.

The most important thing is that one of the members of the family team is the teacher’s ugly eldest son who is almost thirty years old and still single, and still makes silly fun of her all day long...

What kind of invitation from hell is this?

Miles rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile: "I'm really old now. I've forgotten all the ways of the world. No wonder she ran away so quickly after inviting that kid."

"It's all your fault!" Maxine suddenly glared at Ted angrily, "Ugly! Scared away Urshula!"

Ted felt a little aggrieved. He was just worried that his ferocious appearance would scare others, so he smiled at Ursulado. Who knew it would lead to such a misunderstanding?

"What scared me away?"

Gordon was startled by the sudden sound behind him, and he suddenly discovered that this senior had an elusive talent.

The previous topic was more subtle, so several people shut their mouths. Oshula didn't pay much attention to it, but turned his head to the side and proudly showed them his new helmet, or rather new hat.

Unlike swordsmen who pay more attention to defensive performance, shooters often need to use the sensitive skin of the face and neck to sense the wind direction and calibrate their shots.

Because of this, the helmet of the shooter's armor will also be designed to be lightweight, just like the "Peach Fur Beast King Mask" worn by Oshura at this time.

Although it is a visor, only the forehead is actually protected by armor, and the rest of it looks furry. The "brightly colored hair" is made into accessories and hung on both sides, giving the impression that it is more decorative than practical.

But this is actually a prejudice.

The bonus of the shooter's armor to auxiliary shooting is much higher than the loss of defense.

Facing the sudden appearance of Oshula, Miles was the only one who remained calm and composed.

Ted, the big man, was being shy for some reason and shrank his neck. Maxine, who was also a woman and about the same age, talked about random topics, leaving Urshula confused.

"What's going on with you?" Urshula crossed her arms. She suddenly thought of something bad and glared at Gordon angrily. "You won't tell them about that, will you? Ge

Climb!"

Gordon: "..."

Of course Gordon knew what Urshula was referring to, it was nothing more than the embarrassing incident of someone being splashed with the excrement of the Peach Furry Beast King.

He is not the kind of person who likes to make fun of people behind their backs, so this matter has never been spread, but when Oshula says this now, it is somewhat self-inflicted.

Sure enough, the three people at the same table, and even the other hunters at the next table who were attracted by her shouting, all looked at them with interest.

"What are you talking about?" Gordon winked, trying to cover up Urshula again.

Who would have thought that Pork Chop, who was hugged by Maxine and half-drunk with Mutiangli wine, suddenly said, "That's the thing about being hit by the pink gorilla's poop, nya?"

There was silence around the wine table, and then a lively and exaggerated laugh broke out.

Hunters are like this. They can make fun of something as trivial as being bitten by a flying beetle during hunting, let alone the explosive news about the pork chop.

The Ted brothers and sisters who were closer to Urshula even covered their noses and took two steps away, putting on exaggerated expressions of disgust. Even the steady Miles couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

Urshula's expression immediately fell. She held her head and squeezed to sit next to Miles, burying her face on the table like a shield crab that had shrunk its shell, in an attempt to isolate herself from the ridicule of the people around her.

Unfortunately, the effect is not good.

It was a rare thing for the usually fierce and heroic Urshula to show such shameful appearance.

Some people have already begun to approach her ear, asking detailed questions about the color, feel, smell, and weight of the peach-haired beast king's excrement...

After being silent for a long time, Urshula finally broke out. She grabbed Ted's oversized wine glass and waved it wildly to drive away the group of booing people, and then sat down again.

Then he snatched the culprit's pork chop from Maxine's hand and moved it around, to some extent to vent his anger.

"It is true that some peach-haired beast kings like to use feces to throw enemies. It is not a strange thing. You don't need to take it too seriously." The first person to comfort Oshura was Mr. Miles.

If someone else had said this, it would have been somewhat gloating, but with Miles's serious and slow tone, it gave the impression of "The teacher is in class, do you think it's funny?"

Oshula suddenly felt that only the old man could understand him, so he mumbled and complained: "That's right, that thing will splash out, who can escape?"

Miles was silent for two seconds, then sighed and said, "How did I teach you before? If you see a monster making strange moves, you should avoid it early. The preparation for the move of the Peach-haired Beast King is very obvious. You were not cautious enough."

Urshula: "..."

Damn, this old man still likes to preach. The key is that what he says makes sense, and he can't reply.

"Having hunted so many peach-haired beast kings in the past six months, have you gained anything?" Miles, who once served as an Oshura shooter instructor in a hunter training camp, took a sip from his tea cup and continued to ask.

Ohshula felt numb all over.

Here comes this familiar feeling, this feeling of a teacher checking homework.

Twitching the corner of his mouth and forcing out a stiff smile, Oshula said bravely: "As long as you are familiar with the monster's attack mode, it is quite fun to use the light crossbow at close range. It is very powerful. The muzzle of the gun is close to the monster's weak point. Bang Bang bang bang..."

When Miles heard this, his face darkened.

There are actually quite a few shooters who use long-range weapons for close combat, and shotguns and spread bombs were invented for these guys.

But this is undoubtedly a very dangerous fighting style. You must know that the defensive performance of the shooter's equipment is not as good as that of the swordsman, and there is little error tolerance. If you are accidentally hit by a monster, you may die in the hunting ground.

He originally expected that Oshula would become more stable after these few months of precipitation and polishing, but who knew that this guy would become even more mischievous.

"What kind of armor are you wearing now, and what kind of crossbow are you using?" Miles's stern tone made Urshula sit up straight subconsciously.

How could Instructor Miles not be able to see the models of his own armor and weapons? How is that possible? This is clearly the reaction of an instructor when faced with students who are acting recklessly!

Dreaming back to the days when I was trained every day in the training camp.

Oshula choked for a while and muttered: "Peach-haired Beast King Suit, Strange Bird's Wrath..."

"Ha, if I remember correctly, the special effect of the Peach Fur Beast King suit is to enhance the normal bullets. The Wrath of the Strange Bird is also a weapon with normal bullets and fire bullets as its main ammunition." Myers' tone was cold, and the surroundings seemed to be like

There is freezing air in the air.

This time, not only Oshula, but also several young people at the same table sat upright without realizing it.

"Yeah, the instructor has a really good memory!" Urshula tried to be cute, but Miles glared back.

"So you still know? You don't need a shotgun crossbow, and you don't wear armor that enhances evasion and endurance. How dare you use a light crossbow to fight in close combat? Where's your brain?

Is there any difference in the damage of normal bullets if you are one meter away from the monster or ten meters away? If you mess around in the hunting ground, you will lose your life?!"