Chapter 145 Common Language
They haven't been drinking for too long, and they have things to do in the afternoon. They can't get drunk in broad daylight.
Farewell to everyone in the Drunkard Team, Gordon took Ancil to the workshop.
After placing the order for the Sickle Suit and the Artillery [Ferocious Bird], Gordon chatted with the dragon tribe boss for a while before leaving. If he hadn't noticed the resentment and impatience in Ancil's eyes, the two of them might have been chatting for how long. .
Miles’s secluded residence after retirement is located in the suburbs outside Minagard. It is a small double-story building with a small area. An exquisite small garden has been cultivated around the house, surrounded by bamboo fences.
It is very consistent with ordinary people’s impression of a “hermit’s cabin”.
When Gordon and the others came to the door, Miles was reading a book on a wicker chair under the eaves.
He was wearing reading glasses and a loose linen blouse. There was an exquisite tea set on the small table at hand. He would pick it up and take a sip from time to time. He was very comfortable and looked no different from an ordinary retired old man.
Only the strong forearms exposed under the rolled-up sleeves and the dense old scars on the skin still prove his former identity.
Seeing two hunters in armor coming to the door from a distance, Miles closed the book and stood up.
"Mr. Miles! Are you feeling well? We're here to visit you!" Gordon said with a smile as he stood outside the fence.
Perhaps because of his retirement, Miles seemed much kinder than before. He opened the fence door and said happily: "It turns out to be Gordon boy. I haven't seen him in more than two years. He's really strong, pork chop." Too.
Just now I thought it was someone from the guild or the hunter training camp who wanted to see me. Come on in, do you want something to drink? I don't have any wine here, only tea and honey water. "
“Anything is fine, whatever is convenient for you to drink!”
"Meow!"
“Then black tea, who is this?” Miles turned his attention to Ancil.
Anhil, who always looked cold in front of strangers, actually seemed a little embarrassed at this time. He took off his hat and saluted, and briefly introduced himself: "Hello Mr. Miles, this is the first time we meet. My Excellency, Anhil. Lin, the four-star heavy crossbow envoy."
“Well, little brother Ancier, do you also drink black tea?”
“Okay, Mr. Miles, I’m looking forward to it.”
Miles led them into the house and asked them to sit down at the dining table while he made tea.
Gordon looked around and took stock of the decoration in the house.
He found that many furniture and decorations had obvious traces of handwork. They were not particularly exquisite, but had a unique personal style. They should have been made by Mr. Miles himself.
So this is also part of retirement life?
Ancier's focus was on other things. He stared at the several heavy crossbows on the weapon racks in the corner and gasped: "It's the 'White One-horned Cannon [modified]'! Made from the material of the subspecies of One-horned Dragon" Heavy crossbow, a truly superior weapon!
Ah, is that the ‘Seven Star Cannon’? And the one next to it! ‘Queen’s Needle’! All of them are high-level heavy crossbows! "
Gordon looked at Ancil with some confusion, "Didn't I tell you that Mr. Miles is a high-level hunter? Isn't it strange that a high-level hunter has several high-level weapons?"
"No, no, no! You don't understand!" Anhir stood up like a man possessed and walked towards the weapon rack step by step. "That smooth line, that hidden sense of power."
Gordon curled his lips.
Well, actually, this guy's behavior is not that difficult to understand. If he were to come to an entire weapons rack with a high-level sword, he would probably be drooling.
Just when Ancier's fingers were about to touch the crossbow of the Seven-Star Sky Cannon, Miles's voice suddenly came.
Anhil came to his senses with a start, quickly retracted his outstretched hand, and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles, I overstepped my bounds, I"
“Okay, there’s no need to be so serious. If you like it, just pick it up and take a good look at it. It doesn’t matter if you use it to shoot two shots. Of course, taking it away is absolutely not allowed.”
Miles put the tray with the teapot and teacups on the table and said with a smile.
“Really! Can I try it out??!” Anhil’s naturally pale cheeks were a little red.
Miles shrugged, "Don't just face people, let's drink tea first."
Gordon glanced at Ancil jealously, and with a doggy smile on his face, he asked Miles: "What about that, old man, can I try to play with it too?"
Miles's smiling face suddenly turned serious, "No! You're not a heavy crossbow user. Can you hold a crossbow? Can you aim? Do you know what posture can suppress the recoil? Weapons are not toys! "
“Didn’t you also agree to lend it to Anxier?”
Ancier also said with a serious face: "I am not playing, but practicing. This can help me understand in advance the difference between the upper heavy crossbow and the lower heavy crossbow in terms of reloading number, recoil, ballistics, rate of fire, etc."
Shooting is a science, a precise and rigorous science. If you have a playful attitude, even just touching the trigger can be considered an insult. "
Gordon opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but unexpectedly Miles clapped vigorously first.
“Precision and rigor, that’s great! Today’s young shooters like to talk about ‘relying on feel’, ‘relying on luck’ and ‘relying on momentum’ when it comes to shooting. They are all nonsense!
Shooting is all about rigor! The influence of temperature and humidity, the ballistic trajectories of different types of crossbows, and the differences in recoil of different types of crossbows should all be taken into consideration."
Anhil, who looked like he had found a soulmate, did not care about being polite. He answered excitedly: "That's right! The ups and downs of breathing and even heartbeat will affect the shooting accuracy.
Many people say that depending on how large the dispersion area is, whether or not you hit a target within this range depends entirely on luck. In fact, this is not the case at all. There are too many variables that should be paid attention to and are not well controlled. This is the real reason for inaccurate shooting! "
Miles almost walked up to Ancil and grabbed the latter's shoulders.
Gordon has never seen Miles so excited.
Whether it was his biological children or Oshula, whom he regarded as a half-disciple, most of the time they had to face the old man's disgusted face.
And now.
Miles felt as if he had found his long-lost biological son. This description may be a bit rude to both of them, but anyone who witnessed the scene before them would probably have similar thoughts.
In a state of frenzy, the two completely forgot about the existence of Gordon and Pork Chop. They picked up two heavy ballistae and a pile of messy ammunition and went out, not knowing where they planned to test-fire.
Gordon looked at the tea snacks and tea sets on the tray in silence for a few seconds. He took out two cups and poured a cup for himself and Pork Chop. One person and one cat drank the freshly brewed black tea and ate the snacks in silence.
"This cookie is quite delicious, isn't it? It's just a little bit hard." Gordon, who didn't know what to do now, was at a loss for words.
“It’s meow, just soak it in tea and it’ll be fine, meow.”
"Let me try"
ps. After reading some previous book reviews, book friends pointed out many mistakes, such as the fact that the tail of the male fire dragon is not poisonous but its claws are poisonous, and that the black wolf bird is not a rare species of big strange bird.
These are indeed my oversights (°▽). I will try my best to correct similar mistakes. If there are similar problems again, please continue to point them out.
(End of this chapter)