Chapter 230 The Drunkard Old Man in Port Tangia
Although it was not a trip with the main goal of hunting monsters, Hayata was still full of expectations.
When he was in Minagald City, because his master Amos was very busy, the time for teaching hunting had to be continuously compressed, so naturally he couldn't have time to take her out for a stroll.
After being promoted to three stars and leaving the army, she wanted to travel to the mainland, but for some reasons she stopped in Bokai Village in the Snowy Mountains. She practiced there for almost a year, and then came to Dongdoruma.
Most areas of the entire continent are new and “unexplored” to her.
It seems quite interesting to be able to go out for a walk and expand your knowledge, even if you don't hunt.
In the hunter's cabin in the assembly hall.
Hayata hummed a tuneless tune while packing her bags for going out.
Perhaps because of the psychological shadow left by her previous encounter with the Cang Fire Dragon, she now habitually puts a Kampo medicine in the corner of her prop bag, plus a secret medicine that Gordon gave her at the dinner party last night.
You will feel much more at ease.
After checking the luggage and necessary props, carefully equipping the female fire dragon armor, and hanging the flying dragon sword [Kui] diagonally behind her, Hayata walked out of the hut in a relaxed mood.
It was still early morning.
There were not many hunters in the hall of the assembly hall. Those who stayed in the tavern area at this time were either those who got up early to have breakfast, or those who were still awake after drinking too much last night.
Carefully walking around an elder sister who was snoring on the ground holding a wine bottle, Hayata came to Gordon and Pork Chop, who were waving to her.
“Good morning, Senior Gordon, here’s the pork chop.”
“Morning meow!”
“Morning, you look good.” Gordon pushed a bowl of oatmeal with dried fruits in front of Hayata.
Hayata finished his meal in a hurry, then took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth gracefully.
"Have you eaten? It's almost time. Let's go to the airship pad."
“Okay~!”
The air journey from Dondoruma City to Tangia Port took three days and two nights.
Gordon was once again impressed by the convenient air transportation system in East Doruma.
If you take the sea route by boat like Anhil and the others, it will take at least a month. If you walk, this time may be three to four times longer.
When the airship landed, the prosperous Tangia Port gradually appeared in sight.
Hayata behaves like a child going out to socialize. He doesn’t shout too much, but he does see everything novel.
Gordon was also attracted by the tall and huge stone pillars on the sea not far from the port.
These are the "lighthouses that ward off disasters", the famous landmark of Tangia Port. The stone tower spiers are always bright, guiding ships to return safely in the dark night and wind and rain.
Tangia Port, which is a port and a trading city, naturally also has a hunter gathering place.
After getting off the airship, Gordon inquired a little and got the location of the meeting place. He took Hayata and Pork Chop and walked there.
The Tangia Hunter Assembly Hall is very close to the port and is set up next to the trestle on the seaside. What surprised Gordon and the others the most was that the assembly hall here was actually open-air.
Sailors, merchants, and hunters were all coming and going, chatting and laughing, regardless of each other. It was a lively atmosphere different from that of East Doruma.
“Hahaha! You’re a hunter I’ve never seen before, come and have a drink with me! Ton ton ton!”
A hearty laugh accompanied by the sound of gulping wine came from the direction of the counter.
Gordon and Hayata turned around and saw that it was an old man from the Draconian tribe standing on the counter table with his hands on his hips and drinking wine.
He is also an old man from the dragon tribe, but he is different from the simple attire of the Kokot village chief or the head of the Dongdoruma Guild.
“Pfft! Pour the wine, pour the wine!” The old man who drank half the glass and spilled half the glass vigorously hit the table with the wine glass and shouted loudly.
A girl in a blue sailor uniform with blond hair ran up to the old man's side and kept bowing and apologizing to Gordon and the others.
"Sorry, sorry! Please don't mind, the president, he's drunk again!"
"What nonsense! Cathy! Pour the old man some wine quickly, ha! Top it all!" The old man shook his body and continued to tap the wine glass.
Upon hearing this, the blond waitress named Cathy turned around and put her hands on her hips, dissatisfied and lectured: "President! You can't drink any more, you're already drunk!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! Lift it!"
“Eh—!” Cathy quickly covered her skirt, her face turning red.
“Hahaha! I saw it, it’s blue and white stripes!”
"boom!"
A huge round-headed copper hammer swung in a circular motion and knocked the "President" flying out, drawing a parabola in the air, flying over the trestle, and finally falling into the sea. (Note ①)
ˆ Gordon: "."
The one wielding the hammer was another girl with black hair in a sailor uniform. She put the hammer on her shoulder and gracefully raised her skirt, "I'm Alina. I'm sorry for making you laugh."
“You are so energetic. Is that old gentleman okay?” Gordon asked with a dry smile.
“It’s okay, it’s not just once or twice.” The black-haired Alina was carrying a hammer and said very scary words.
Walking back to the counter, she placed the copper hammer next to a huge gong. Alina turned around with a sweet, business-like smile on her face.
“You two, is there anything I can help you with?”
Everything that just happened made Gordon forget what he was doing for a moment. Hayata next to him answered: "We want to inquire about something."
“Ahem, cough, cough, whatever, I know everything about Tangia Port.”
I don’t know when he crawled out of the sea. The old dragon man, who had also sobered up from drinking, took off his big-brimmed hat and squeezed out some water. He mumbled and returned to his beloved counter table.
“My head hurts so much, what happened just now, why am I in the sea?”
Gordon glanced at the expressionless Alina from the corner of his eye, selectively ignored the old dragon man's questions, and after sorting out his sentences, he explained his purpose, "Hello, Mr. President, we are from Dondolu. The hunter of Mar.
We would like to know if a heavy crossbow user named Ansir and a shield and axe user named Feng Ying came to Tangia Port recently? "
The old dragon man rubbed his red and swollen head, "Anxil, Feng Ying? It seems that there is no impression."
“It’s Ancil Sterling who is following the Sterling Chamber of Commerce, and a silly, um, I mean innocent and lively little girl from the dragon tribe?”
Gordon looked back in surprise.
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man from the Dragon Tribe who was wearing the national costume of the Western Continent, carrying a black sheath sword, and had an impressive thick eyebrow shape.
Cathy and Alina behind the counter bowed together, and the old dragon man president also waved his big-brimmed hat and said hello to the man.
"Hello, it's them." Gordon nodded at the visitor, "My name is Gordon, and I am their friend. Do you know where they stay?"
"Unfortunately, they left with the Sterling Chamber of Commerce's ship a few days ago. Judging from the direction of the ship's sailing, it seems that they were planning to go east?"
"You remember correctly, they should have gone west." Gordon responded to the man's temptation with a smile.
“Hahaha, I remembered it wrong. Gordon faced the storm, and the little girl Feng Ying talked about you. Unexpectedly, we met just a few days later.
We meet each other by fate. Let’s have a drink together? "
"OK!"
Gordon had a hearty smile on his face, but he was sighing in his heart.
Feng Ying has that big mouth.
(End of this chapter)