Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 890 I'm sorry, I've bothered you, and I'm leaving!

The Styracosaurus, which attacked many cities and caused serious casualties, was finally killed by hunters in East Doruma.

The state of emergency is declared lifted.

As the news spread, major cities that had been tense for nearly a month finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Commercial routes have reopened, trade routes have restarted, people have moved around again, and everything is gradually getting back on track.

The citizens of East Doruma who were evacuated to various shelters around the city also returned to the city in an orderly manner under the arrangements of the municipal department.

Crowded in the small shelter, drinking cold water, eating dry food and making the floor, the citizens of East Doruma, who have endured for nearly a week, feel a little bit of resentment, which is normal.

But when they saw the collapsed city wall, the completely destroyed Fighting Street, the melted Dragon Slayer Cannon, and the broken Dragon Striking Gun.

See the horrible claw marks, scorched black burn marks, blood stains and armor fragments that can be seen everywhere on the wall and on the ground
and the intact city streets behind.

If you continue to express your dissatisfaction and complain, you will only receive contemptuous looks and rolls of eyes from everyone. It is not impossible for you to give you two fists if you are more grumpy.

The mourning meeting for the war dead held on the ruins of Battle Street was unprecedented in scale. Countless citizens gathered here spontaneously and presented flowers and respects.

The reconstruction of Battle Street has also been put on the agenda.

Commoners, nobles, businessmen, and the royal family have contributed generously, and the entire reconstruction project may last for a long time.

But after this, the battle street of East Doruma will definitely be transformed, becoming more advanced and stronger.

Fengying bounced back to her residence.

In her arms she held a whole basket of fruits and a lot of messy things, mostly snacks and the like.

Gordon, who was sitting in the living room and carefully cleaning the remaining black oil in the gaps in his armor, looked up at her and chuckled, "Going to harvest the trophies again?"

Feng Ying retorted dissatisfiedly: "This is not called a trophy, it is a condolence gift!"

In the past two days, her favorite thing to do was to wear armor, carry a weapon on her back, and go shopping with a bandage on her forehead.

Even if you buy an apple, you can get a mysterious offer: "Buy one, get ten free, two bunches of bananas, half a dozen oranges, if you don't like it, I'll give you this basket too."

The children with admiration in their eyes would chase after her with chirping.

Feng Ying, who had never enjoyed such treatment before, was really happy.

Hayata casually pulled off the bloody bandage on Feng Ying's forehead, knocked her head, and cursed angrily, "The bleeding stopped a few days ago, and I still covered it with a bandage. Do you want to leave a scar when it's rotten?"

"Hehehe" Feng Ying giggled.

Anhil, who dismantled the ballista into a table of parts and oiled and maintained them one by one, cast her an idiotic look, then lowered his head and continued to do what he was doing.

Feng Ying puffed up her mouth, but she couldn't fight with An Xil just because of his look. She bit her tongue, took out an orange from the fruit basket in her arms, and threw it at it.

"Give me something to eat!"

Anxier raised his hand to catch the orange, put it on the table, sighed, and said in a particularly serious tone: "Feng Ying, you are an adult now, you are no longer a child, and you still want to do such childish things. What?"

Fengying: "."

Putting down the helmet he had just cleaned, Gordon watched with amusement as Ancier bullied Feng Ying in his unique way.

Pig Chop climbed onto the chair, looked at the basket of fruit brought back by Fengying, thought it was good and fresh, so he took it and put it on his head, "I'm going to visit Alva Meow, I took this basket of fruit away Meow ?”

"Okay." Fengying agreed happily.

These fruit snacks were originally given as condolences by the uncles and aunts in the market. Alva was also injured while blasting the Styracosaurus, so it would be appropriate to use these to visit him.

After baring her teeth and making a face at An Xil, Feng Ying put down the messy things hanging on her body and said, "It's okay anyway, I'll go and visit."

Master Gordon, are you going? "

Gordon thought for a while and stood up, "Let's go together. We are going to the Grand Palace in the afternoon. There is nothing else to do before that."

Anhir raised his chin to show that he was casual.

"Wait a minute, I'll pack it up." Hayata hurried back to the room.

It's okay to wear home clothes at home and have disheveled hair. But when you go to visit others, it's still necessary to change your clothes and tie your hair up.

"Xianglan, are you going too?" Hayata's voice came from the room.

"I don't want a cat! I won't go anywhere in a month!" "Proper exposure to the sun will help hair grow."

"I'd rather die if I go out like this!"

Fengying was really curious, and asked Zhupa: "What has that guy Xianglan become?"

Pig Chop put down the fruit basket on his head, crossed his chest and sighed, "The hair on my back was all burnt, and there were some burns, so I shaved it clean again considering the healing and the uniformity of the coat color.

It's really pretentious, and it's not the first time I've shaved my head. "

"You're so pretentious, meow!" Xianglan, who had sharp ears, obviously heard Zhupa's words and screamed angrily, "This is a girl's face, meow!"

"As for it?" Feng Ying fiddled with her bangs, imagining how she would look after her hair was shaved, "Okay, it's about it."

After just a few minutes, Hayatta, who tied up her hair and put on her armor, came out of the room.

Among them, only Anxier wears a slightly larger number of regular clothes. The others basically wear armor outside their shirts when going out.

Hayata hesitated in the room for half a minute, thinking about the question: "Put it on the Black Eclipse Dragon or the Purple Poison Princess?"

In the end, I still put on the Black Erosion Dragon, and there is no particular reason. The skirt of this set of armor is relatively simple, so it is more convenient for daily wear.

In addition to the fruit basket, they also brought a few more condolences, and the four of them and the cat went out to Alva's house.

Since I have a good relationship with Alva, I occasionally go to him to borrow two biological illustrations and inquire about any recent research reports on new types of monsters.

This road can be said to be familiar with the road.

It can be clearly felt that the citizens of East Doruma are much more enthusiastic about their hunters.

In only about a quarter of an hour's journey, they had more types of condolences in their hands.

Alva's family was in a good location, and he was born into a fairly wealthy family. Of course, it couldn't be compared to Ancier's family, but he still lived a worry-free life.

Her mother is the daughter of the head of a certain chamber of commerce and runs several shops, and her father seems to be a writer.

When Gordon first met Alva, his first impression of him was that of a "fair young man from a rich family, who is fair and weak-mannered." From a certain perspective, that was true.

Later, he officially became a member of the Scrivener team. After doing a lot of field trips and shedding several layers of skin, he gradually lost his frail and nerdy temperament.

Gordon stepped forward and knocked on Alva's door.

It was Alva's father who opened the door.

Gordon, who had been here several times, smiled and said hello to this middle-aged man who wore thick glasses and had a somewhat slovenly appearance, which fit the stereotype of a "writer".

"Good morning, Mr. Evan."

The middle-aged man who saw Gordon pushed up his glasses, squinted his eyes and said, "Ah, I remember your name is Gordon, right? Alva's hunter friend."

As he spoke, he scratched his messy hair, "I didn't know that kid had so many hunter friends. One just came, and another batch came.

Come on in, you have worked really hard in the previous battle. "

The man stepped aside, led Gordon and the others into the living room, and said apologetically: "I'm very sorry, I still have some manuscripts that I need to revise urgently.

Alva was in his room on the second floor. The servant went out to buy ingredients. When she came back soon, I asked her to bring tea. "

"Okay, you are busy."

After Gordon and others exchanged polite words, they came to the second floor.

Pork Chop, who was carrying a fruit basket on his head, was the first to open the door, and then he stopped in his tracks.

"Meow meow meow?!"

He looked at the image of a dark-night young woman wearing no armor but wearing everyday clothes, sitting beside Alva's bed, holding a knife or dagger, peeling an apple at a creepy speed.

Gordon and others silently put down their condolences, turned around and left.

Sorry to bother you, farewell!

"Wait a moment!"

Ps.
　After thinking about it, I feel that the nature of the dark night is actually not so dark. To put it bluntly, it is a law enforcement officer who hunts down serious criminals.

　　If you compare the professions in reality, should you prefer the armed police or the anti-narcotics police?Rather than being a killer spy, my previous description may have been a little too neutral.
　　This is mainly the case in the official novels, which look like a killer group.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)