Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1207 Haha

Mrs. Sterling ultimately failed to get Gale to take off the mask.

But because of her painstaking efforts, Gale promised her not to wear this thing on her head every day, but to hang it around her waist as an ornament.

Although there is still something wrong with the painting style, there is finally some progress.

At least it's not as heart-stopping as the previous outfit of heavy armor and wool pants.

take it easy.

Mrs. Sterling sighed, turned to Ancil, and handed the two drawings to the latter weakly.

"This is yours, choose one."

Anxier wanted to ask, "Why does she have one stack and I only have two?", but in the end he didn't have the nerve to ask.

I took the two drawings and compared them.

Anhil said with a straight face, "I am a shooter, I don't need to attract attention."

"Then there's no need." Anhil returned the drawing, "By the way, please help me modify the hem. The leg-binding robe makes it difficult to move.

"Well, it's better to wear casual clothes in the stronghold."

Gale squeezed next to his face, looked at it together, and then smiled and pointed at the second photo with her bare chest and belly exposed, "This! We think this one is suitable for you! Hahahaha!"

(The picture is still from Mushrooms, and not to mention, the image in picture 1 is really in line with my imagination of Ancier)

The cloak has also been modified to be more concise and does not affect the action. "

Mrs. Sterling also looked like she had expected it, and muttered, “You are also rigid and unwilling to try new styles.

The core concepts of the two sets of designs are similar, except that one is more stable and restrained, and the other is more uninhibited and wild.

"No, it's still the first one. If you don't change it, I will put it away and use it as a dress. I may not wear it once in twenty years."

"Or wear it at home at night?"

Obviously the design of the second picture is more distinctive and will definitely be eye-catching. "

"!"

"Speaking of which, this equipment can't be worn on a daily basis, right? The styling is too exaggerated. If you don't know, you'd think we were the king or the queen."

"I'm not talking about monsters! I'm talking about other people!"

"Then you choose the second design! There is no cape, and the bottoms are more trousers!" Mrs. Sterling was angry.

"Let's look at the final effect. If the performance of the new armor cannot surpass [Ark] in all aspects, or both have different strengths, we will replace it according to the situation."

So Ancil chose the more restrained first picture without hesitation.

Mrs. Sterling, who was given a bunch of modification requests, pulled Fu Fu and left angrily.

Gale also raised his hand, "Can the pom-poms on my wrists be removed? It feels like it will affect the reloading action."

Gale hooked Ancier's neck with a playful smile, "So you accumulated these materials to make new armors. We thought you planned to wear [Ark] for the rest of your life."

Late at night, Rania returned home after finishing her patrol.

As soon as she opened the door, a purple Archaeopteryx flapped its wings and claws, chasing a big dragonfly and flew past her.

Rania, who had been used to all this for a long time, had no expression on her face, raised her head slightly, and let them brush the tip of her nose.

When changing shoes, two circling rabbits, one yellow and one pink, are jumping around under your feet. Their movements are very flexible, so there is no need to worry about stepping on them.

Across the hall, Rania's steps suddenly stopped.

Lying on the floor in front of her was an extraordinarily huge sleeping gas frog, looking at her with bulging cheeks.

Don't dare to touch this randomly, go around it carefully.

In the center of the living room, there is a huge crystal block more than two meters long. Alva is squatting next to the crystal, holding a dropper and dripping some dark red liquid up, as if he is doing an experiment.

Rania couldn't hold it back in the end and sighed, "Can you not do the experiment at home?"

"Ah, you're back." Alva's hands trembled and he stood up with a dry smile. "Suddenly I had some ideas. Let's give it a try. Just give it a try."

Rania wasn't angry, she knew it was part of her husband's job. Just like she herself often has to be on night watch.

She is a very rational person. Before confirming her relationship with Alva, she had anticipated all this and was fully prepared mentally.

"What's the result?" Rania picked up the pure gold horseshoe crab climbing on the chair, put it aside, and sat down, Rania asked.

"It still doesn't work." Alva put away the dropper. "The blood of the ancient dragon can't activate this crystal. It may be completely broken."

"So, what exactly is this crystal?"

In the past six months, my husband has definitely spent several times more time with this crystal than with himself.

Of course, I don't care, let alone be jealous of a stone.

Alva adjusted his glasses, "The investigation team's progress in interpreting the inscriptions, murals and other information extracted from the ruins is very slow.

After all, it was a civilization we didn’t understand at all.

Fortunately, Mr. Monroe helped find the ancient dragon people. They provided a little help and finally made some progress.

This crystal seems to be some kind of 'beacon connecting another world'. "

"Another world? Beacon?" Rania frowned.

"Yeah, that ancient civilization might have communicated with another world. It's incredible, hahahaha."

"I only feel dangerous." Rania's expression was serious, "Don't forget the 'purple monster' depicted in the mural."

Alva scratched his head, "But the inscription clearly mentions that it was a brave man from another world who defeated the monster?"

"What if that monster also comes from the so-called 'different world'?" Rania, a former Dark Night, current guild knight, and police officer, is always accustomed to considering problems from the worst angle.

"Uh" Alva was asked.

The possibility raised by Rania is not non-existent.

In human history, there has never been a shortage of cases where curiosity led to disasters.

“As a guild knight, I will make a suggestion to the Commander-in-Chief to stop researching crystals.

Since some things have been lost to history, there should be no risk in digging them out. "Rania's tone was very serious.

Alva was silent for a long time.

He admitted that what Rania said made sense. As a scrivener and a member of the Gulong Observation Bureau, he knew that a lot of "knowledge" was directly linked to "danger."

Although his desire for knowledge makes him scratch his head, sometimes he must learn to stop at it.

With a long sigh, Alva grabbed a piece of cloth and threw it on the dim crystal pillar. He turned his head and forced himself not to look again.

"Tomorrow we will go see the Commander-in-Chief together. I will convince other scholars to stop studying crystals."

Rania crossed her arms, "This is best. What are you going to do with this thing in the future? Destroy it?"

"It must not be destroyed. If it is activated at the same time as it is broken, we will be in big trouble. You must know that the final step of our experiment is to try to destroy it."

"Then what should we do? Find a warehouse to seal it?"

Alva shook his head, "That's not safe enough. The best way is to send it back to the original stone chamber.

Since it has been lying on that stone platform for thousands of years, let it continue to lie like this for the next thousands of years. "

"Well, seal the entrance again, that's the safest way." Rania tapped her chin.

Although it was a pity, Alva, who had decided to give up his research, seemed to be relieved as he had put aside a worry.

He took off his glasses and pinched the corners of his sore eyes, "Get some rest, it's quite late."

"Yeah." Rania responded calmly.

Alva stretched his waist and walked to the bathroom.

Rania looked back at the crystal covered by a dirty cloth and let out a cold sigh.

(End of this chapter)