Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1480: The Invisible City on the Map

Since the Great Elder repeatedly emphasized the urgency of the situation, Gordon and the others naturally would not delay too much.

After reporting the division of the three tasks to the guild leader and completing the registration, they quickly began a series of preparations before the hunt.

As for the most important part of intelligence gathering, the scholars of the Guild and the Ancient Dragon Observatory had already conducted investigations and summaries in advance, saving them a lot of time.

Although most of this information is based on local legends and unconfirmed information told by eyewitnesses, it is better than knowing nothing.

That night, they boarded the airship and headed towards their respective destinations overnight.

On the airship, Gordon noticed that Hayata was not in a good mood.

She was alone in the room, quietly maintaining her sword.

This doesn't mean anything. Whenever she has nothing to do, she will always take out her treasured weapons one by one and maintain them.

But this time, judging from her absent-minded wiping movements and the fact that she oiled the same knife twice, her attention was clearly not on the weapon in her hand.

"Missing your daughter?" Gordon sat down next to her.

Hayata was a little distracted after a few seconds, then he came to his senses and stopped wiping the knife with oil for the third time, "Well, I feel like I can't stop."

Gordon knew what she meant.

This vacation is neither short nor long.

If possible, she would like to stay in Minagard for a few more days, at least until Master Amos comes back and see him before leaving. When she was communicating with Master Amos in the New World, she really wanted to see little Muti.

Little Muti is learning to walk and is gradually learning to talk.

She had just called "Mom" for the first time two days ago, but it made her happy for a long time. Just before boarding the airship, her daughter called her again, and it was obvious that she didn't want to be separated from her.

But they had no choice but to leave little Muti at Anhil's house and ask someone to take care of him.

This must be the incident that broke her emotions.

Gordon sighed silently and put his arm around her shoulders.

If they were civilians, they might have fewer worries in this regard.

If they were ordinary two-star or three-star hunters and did not accept any missions for several months or even years, the guild would not ask about it and it would not cause any practical impact.

But they are high-level hunters, nine-star and eight-star hunters standing at the top of the pyramid.

They are admired by everyone, enjoy the best resources, and the reward for one mission is equivalent to years of hard work for ordinary people.

Just sell some precious materials that you don't need to the guild, and the money you get will be a huge sum that ordinary people can't imagine.

Then of course they must also bear more.

When somewhere asks them for help, saying "Save us! Countless people are being killed and injured!", can they refuse with the reason of "Sorry, but I want to spend more time with my children"?

Of course not
This is not so-called "moral kidnapping", it is responsibility and obligation.

Even when Muti grows up in the future, from a child's perspective, he will not be able to understand, accept, reject or even hate the profession of hunter.

Like Instructor Hilda's daughter
All they could say was sorry.

Gordon didn't need to explain these principles, Hayata certainly understood them too.

She just needs some time to adjust her mood.

He raised his face, blinked, and took a deep breath.

Even though her eyes were still a little red, she finally put on a smile that wasn't so forced.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

On the edge of the desert, next to an oasis.

Countless brightly colored buildings stand tall.

But if you look closer and more carefully, you will find that these are not "buildings".

Instead, there are various tents, sheds, caravans and even large sand boats of various sizes that can be easily disassembled or moved.

They appear to be intricate and chaotic, but are actually very well organized into streets and markets.

The prosperous market that brings together goods from all over the world attracts tourists and merchants.

This is the "city that cannot be seen on the map" - Barubare.

In the area where tents and caravans were concentrated, a man with a tired look on his face lifted the curtain of his own caravan and jumped out of the caravan.

“It’s time to go to work again”

"Come on daddy!"

His daughter's cheering from the caravan behind him cheered him up and the tiredness on his face disappeared a lot.

He tightened the straps of the slightly crooked Blue Fire Dragon armor on his body and walked towards the center of Barubare, the tallest building surrounded by the street market.

Along the way, people kept greeting him.

It can be seen that as a high-ranking hunter in Barubare, the man has a good relationship with people.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that no one liked to call him by his name, but preferred to call him by the nickname that had been with him since he was a child - Crow.

As a bird that announces death, the crow symbolizes "death" in the folk customs and religions of many places.

From this perspective, it seems like a very cool nickname.

At least, that's how many teenagers see it.

It’s a pity that the man was called “Crow” not because he “brings the death pronouncement to monsters” or “is a mysterious hunter in black armor” or something like that.

It's simply because he has been an unlucky person since he was a child.

Even though he became a respected senior hunter through his own unremitting efforts, he still could not offset the villagers' first impression of him as "bad luck".

It was nothing more than an unlucky child, an unlucky teenager, an unlucky young hunter, and now an unlucky senior hunter.
Ugh--

"Boss, same old thing."

The man stopped and bought a burrito for breakfast from a roadside stall.

Hot wheat cakes are rolled up with freshly baked barbecued meat and sprinkled with a handful of local compound spices.

This is his favorite food!
Especially the golden spice powder, which is the essence of this wrap. The city of "Balu Bare" is named after this spice.

He held the burrito in front of him and took a deep breath.

The boss took care of his acquaintance and sprinkled more "Balu Bare" on him, and the pungent spicy smell penetrated his nostrils.

Before he could enjoy himself, he sneezed violently.

All the grilled meat in the burrito fell to the ground, and when the wind blew, it rolled heavily in the sand, eliminating any possibility of quickly picking it up, shaking it, and eating it.

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"You are worthy of it, Mr. Crow." The boss could hardly hold back.

well--!
The man sighed helplessly, as he was constantly reminded that he was an unlucky guy.

The greatest luck that has ever happened to me in my life is probably that I had a childhood sweetheart who later became my wife, and that I had a lovely daughter.

If you think about it this way, you are just unlucky on weekdays, but you are quite lucky at critical moments, right?
After comforting himself, he stuffed the roll with a little gravy and spice powder into his mouth and continued walking.

Finally we arrived at the exaggerated building, or rather the huge sand ship.

This is the meeting place of the Barubare Guild.

He pushed open the door and entered.

There were waves of greetings like "The crows are coming." and "Good morning, crows!"

He came to an office on the second floor of the meeting house.

Inside the office, an old man wearing an orange-red wide-brimmed hat looked up, smiled and greeted him.

"Unlucky Musa, how's your luck today?"

Musa's shoulders slumped, "President, you might as well call me Crow."

　ps1. The character of Musa comes from the book friend "Crow", who is set as an unlucky guy, emm, and then the seven-year-old daughter of this book friend shot the big thief dragon to death with a bow, which is awesome!
　　ps2. In the game, the brigade leader was once the clerk of the Barubare Guild, and later became the brigade leader after retirement.

　　Here we can just regard him as being rehired as the president of Barubare. Under this era background, it should be reasonable to rehire an experienced and well-connected old guy as the president.

　　(End of this chapter)