Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1467 Welcome back
It's meaningless to communicate with an old guy in a daze.

But out of respect for the old village chief, Gordon still went through the procedures and chatted with him.

It's daytime now.

The villagers were either collecting mountain products nearby, busy on the farm, or doing something at home. There was no one to be seen on the village roads.

It was not until Gordon's loud voice during his difficult conversation with the hard-of-hearing old village chief that people were attracted.

"Eh?! Isn't this Gordon boy?"

In the blacksmith shop not far from the village entrance, a short and sturdy man with a beard as long as a brush poked his head out.

After his shouting, the villagers finally discovered that there were people in the village and gathered around one after another.

Gordon stood up and looked at everyone with a smile.

He recognized most of these faces. Many of them had watched him grow up, and some were his childhood playmates.

The few unfamiliar ones may be new residents who moved in in recent years.

I haven't seen him for many years, and this is a remote village, but I can still hear legends about him from time to time.

Today, Kokote Village is no longer just a "village of heroes", but also a "hometown of brave men".

All this makes everyone feel alienated and distant from meeting the "big shot".

Not everyone can be as generous and bold as the blacksmith shop owner.

Fortunately, this sense of distance almost disappeared after Gordon took the initiative to greet everyone and called over uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, and brothers and sisters.

The young farmer was showing off to his wife, who had been married for a few years, "I told you that Brother Gordon and I grew up together, but you didn't believe me!"

The lady in the tailor shop tugged at Gordon's hem, "Why do they seem to be bigger than in previous years? The fabric I used to make your suit is equivalent to two suits of other people's."

Some people also greeted Hayata and chatted with her. She had been here with Gordon in the early years, and many people still remembered her.

After a while of excitement, the villagers dispersed one after another.

Everyone has work to do, so there's no need to follow me all the time.

Except for a few children who looked admiring, even though they were warned by their parents not to disturb Gordon and his friends, they still hid in the corner and watched secretly.

Gordon wanted to talk to them, but they hid themselves as if they were playing hide-and-seek.

He had no choice but to ignore the secret gazes and called out to the blacksmith shop owner who was about to go back to continue sharpening farm tools.

"Boss, didn't you see Instructor Ernest? Is he out hunting?"

"Oh, yes. The meat reserves in the village are running low recently, and he said he would go get some raw meat." The blacksmith shop owner patted his jet-black leather apron.

"Yes, your house is still there. It has become a tourist attraction in recent years. Ernest will tidy it up regularly. You can move in directly."

Gordon opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

After saying goodbye to the old blacksmith, he led Hayata to the cottage.

As the blacksmith had said, the hut looked to be in good condition, with the waterproof thatch on the roof neatly laid.

There are a few familiar stone pillars piled up in the small courtyard at the entrance.

Those were the tools he used to hone his strength when he was young.

"It's the same as when I left the village," Gordon said to himself.

Open the door and walk in.

However, the small house of only about 30 or 40 square meters can be seen clearly at a glance. The house is relatively clean, with only a thin layer of dust on some corners.

But for an old man in his sixties, this is almost the limit.

Even Ernest's own home might not be cleaner than here.

Gordon was silent and walked to a corner of the room.

There is a human-shaped stand here, and hanging on it is his first real set of protective gear.

——Blue Speed ​​Dragon Set.

This set of armor was once blown to pieces by the fireball breath of the male fire dragon, but now it has been repaired and placed there neatly.

"You're really free, old man." Gordon muttered.

Then he turned to Hayata and said, "You and Muti can rest here, or go for a walk in the village.

I will take over the instructor. He is old and cannot pull the cart."

Hayata smiled and nodded.

Ernest has no blood relationship with Gordon, and he is not even his adoptive father, but his position in the latter's heart is no different from that of a father.

Even when he was far away in the New World, Gordon would write several letters to Instructor Ernest every year, attach a few photos, and ask the Chamber of Commerce to bring them over.

When you are out there, certain emotions are easily ignored, but when you return home one day, these accumulated emotions will all come flooding back.

Gordon certainly knew where Ernest's hunting grounds were for getting his meat.

Just as he was about to go out, Hayata reminded him, "Even if it's a hunting ground nearby, it's still a hunting ground. Bring your weapons."

Gordon hesitated.

They were wearing ordinary clothes.

Out of caution, weapons and armor were brought with them, but they were all placed in the airship parked near the village entrance.

According to the distribution of monsters in the nearby area, it is considered bad luck to encounter the Blue Speed ​​Dragon. With his strength, he will not be in danger even with bare hands.

Going out of your way to equip yourself with [Mad Pattern] and [Formless Dharmakaya·Immovable] and so on is a bit crazy.

So, under Hayata's helpless gaze, Gordon smiled and picked up the hunter knife hanging on the wall.

The small shield with a diameter of 40 centimeters could not even cover his forearm, and the straps were almost broken by the muscles in his arms.

The standard 70-centimeter-long one-handed sword looked like a dagger in his hand, and it looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Not to mention that this one-handed sword was once broken when hunting the giant wild boar king.

Although I later asked a blacksmith to repair it, its strength is definitely not up to the standard for actual combat. It can only be regarded as a decoration at best.
"Hey, is there any sword this light?"

Gordon made a sword flower and swung his hunter's knife, making a "swish" sound.

"If you swing it a couple more times, it will probably break." Hayata said unhappily.

"Not really." Gordon smiled and put the hunter's knife behind his waist.

He looked at the Blue Speed ​​Dragon suit with great interest again.

First it was the wrist guard. Gordon tried hard to get his hand into the arm guard, but even though the strap was completely loosened, his arm was still stuck and he had to give up.

I tried the carcass armor again, but forget it, there's no hope at all.

In the end, only the helmet was barely wearable, and he forced it onto his head.

Gordon smacked his lips as he was now fully armed with weapons and a helmet.

He looked at Hayata and said in a pretentious tone, "I'm out hunting. I'll be back with a lot of meat. Wait for my good news!"

Then, with Hayata's speechless eyes rolling, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Gordon left home with quick steps, and soon arrived at the village entrance.

Looking at the winding dirt road that connected to the village road and led to the forest hills, he took a deep breath of the warm and humid midsummer air.

An excitement that he had never experienced before, even when facing Gu Long, was surging in his chest.

It was just like the day fifteen or sixteen years ago when I received the assessment mission to subdue the wild boar.

Confident, excited, and passionate.

Looking around and seeing no one around, Gordon shouted, "Nature! Here I come!" and then ran away along the dirt road.

In front of the small house at the entrance of the village, the village chief raised his head and opened his eyes a little, which were tightly covered by eyebrows and wrinkles.

Looking at Gordon's back as he ran away, a smile appeared in the village chief's eyes.

"Welcome back."

(End of this chapter)