Chapter 133: Long-lost Kokot
Eli's injuries were more serious than Gordon and the others expected.
Fractures are secondary. The main reason is that after the lungs are pierced by broken ribs, the rupture and hematoma of the lung lobes cannot be solved by simply drinking two bottles of recovery medicine.
After resting for a day at the hunter camp, and after Eli's injury stabilized, Gordon and others took a ride to the Metabetate caravan.
After arriving at Metabetat, Eli can get better medical treatment, and Gordon and others also plan to stay here for a short period of time as planned, complete a three-star hunting mission, and apply for a four-star promotion mission for Ancil. Qualification preparation.
However, when they came to the local assembly hall and prepared to register for the mission, they learned that it didn’t seem to be such a hassle.
Eli has reported his distress and Gordon's participation in the rescue to the Hunter Guild, and the Guild has always encouraged hunters to lend a helping hand to each other.
In this way, the mission record of hunting the poisonous monster bird was counted in the name of Gordon and his team. As a result, Ancier became eligible to apply for the promotion mission.
Metabetat's poster girl even enthusiastically introduced them to several four-star tasks suitable for promotion, but Gordon politely refused.
—The return to Kokot Village to hunt the male fire dragon had special meaning for him.
Ancil can understand his thoughts. This is similar to when he went to the volcano to look for General Sickle. Otherwise, there are so many four-star monsters, why would he have to seek a breakthrough from General Sickle?
With no mission requirements, Gordon and the others no longer needed to stay in this ordinary port town. After a simple night's rest, they said goodbye to Eli and embarked on a journey to Kokot Village.
The natural way to travel is to hitchhike in a caravan.
This may also be regarded as some kind of invisible benefit of the hunter profession.
Hiring hunters to accompany and protect caravans is very expensive. For the sake of profit, merchants are often reluctant to do so. Even when they must pass through certain dangerous areas, they only hire hunters to **** them for a short distance.
Therefore, when a hunter offers to hitchhike, businessmen usually support the offer with both hands. It is hard to say who is taking advantage of whom.
Metabetate and Kokot Village are located in the Shuretson Hills, and the distance between them is not far, only two or three days.
Along the way, whenever the caravan stopped to rest, Gordon would drag Ancil into the mountains and forests to familiarize him with the surrounding environment and ecology.
It can be said that Gordon and Pork Chop, who grew up crawling and rolling in the mountains and forests of the Xiuret area, have a familiar feeling like fish returning to the sea after a long absence. They are as nimble as two people when climbing over mountains and ridges. A monkey.
This kind of excitement and excitement is incomprehensible to "city dwellers" like Ancier.
A few days passed by without any incident, and when they came to their senses, the smoke of Kokot Village was already visible in the distance.
“Ah ha ha ha ha! I’m back!”
“Meow meow meow meow!!”
Looking at the scene of Gordon and Pig Pork running into the entrance of Kokot Village happily speaking in dialects they usually didn't speak, Anhir covered his face in embarrassment.
After taking into account his emotions, he thought that even when he returned to his home in Dongdoruma, he would never behave in such a discourteous manner as if he had an intellectual disability.
Seeing that he was left alone at the entrance of the village, Anhir sighed, adjusted his dress-like armor, and followed.
The news that Gordon and Pork Chop are back has detonated this small mountain village with a population of less than three digits.
Everyone gathered in the small square in the center of the village to watch this boy, or young man, who was different from what they remembered, and it eventually turned into an open-air banquet.
"Why are you still growing taller?" A chubby aunt held the pork chop in her arms and moved it around. She stuffed "snacks" such as dried fish sausage into the latter's mouth while still complaining about Ge. Regarding Den’s figure, “My head is almost touching the ceiling. What’s the point of being so big? It’s all a waste of fabric to make clothes!”
He has always been quite proud of his body shape. As a great swordsman, being small means lack of strength and unstable center of gravity. On the contrary, being tall and strong is the best figure.
Why does it become a waste of fabric when it reaches your mouth?
A big hand reached out and pulled the aunt aside. She was the workshop owner of Kokot Village.
This middle-aged man with a beard as stiff as a steel needle said carelessly: "Do you know how to make a basket? Hunters must be strong! Do you think you are one of those sissy gentlemen in tuxedos in the city?"
I ca n’t afford the little white face of the weapon, just when I arrived at the hunting field, sorry, the little brother, I did n’t say 伱. ”
Noticing Ansiel's darkened face, the workshop owner realized that he had said something wrong, rubbed his palms with a dry smile, and quickly changed the subject.
He came close to Gordon, first patted Gordon's shoulder hard, and then touched the blade of the explosive knife Kai behind the latter, "Isn't this the explosive knife I shot? How many years has it been? Still using it.
Hah, no, it’s a little different. Is this a blasting knife? ! Wow, look at this forging pattern, look at this luster, craftsmen in big cities are different from us in the countryside! "
"Well, it was just strengthened a while ago." Gordon, who remained motionless under repeated slaps from the workshop owner's palm, said with a smile: "But it's not a big city, it's the craftsmanship of Naguli Village?"
“Naguli Village! A village of craftsmen at the foot of the volcano?!” The workshop owner came closer, “Could it be that the legendary great craftsman of the Tulong Tribe did it himself?”
Legendary Master Craftsman? The bald old village chief with an exaggerated beard?
Gordon cursed in his heart and replied: "It's not him, it's the handiwork of the Tulong village chief's daughter."
"Is it really the craftsmanship of the Tulong tribe? Let me see it in detail! I want to take a closer look!"
He lent the blasting knife to the workshop owner to touch and study, while Gordon himself walked through the crowd and came to Ernest, who was leaning under a big tree and looking at him with a smile.
"Instructor, I'm back." Gordon sniffed.
I was obviously happy when I returned to the village, but why did I feel a little emotional when I came in front of the instructor?
Ernest's smile became even brighter. He squeezed Gordon's thick arm and said with a smile: "I've become taller and stronger. Big strange bird suit, hahaha. It seems that you are too, kid." Don’t let up!”
"of course!"
Lifting his chin and pointing at the handsome heavy crossbow user who was surrounded by young girls in the village asking questions, the instructor continued to smile and said: "We have a regular team of companions, and he looks quite strong."
“Ha, his name is Anhir, he comes from Dondoruma, he is indeed a great companion!”
The instructor looked around and around carefully, crossed his arms and asked, "Is he the only teammate?"
“Ah, yes, we are a two-person team.” Gordon replied, scratching his head.
Inexplicably, it feels like there is some dissatisfaction hidden in the instructor's tone?
The instructor smacked his lips and said, "We lost."
"ah?"
"After you left Kokot, I made a bet with the village chief. I guessed that you would come back with your wife and children many years later. But the village chief said that you would come back soon, possibly with your teammates, and there was a high probability that you would come back. It's a male teammate.
He guessed it all. "
ˆ Gordon: "."
(End of this chapter)