Chapter 33 The Legend of the Kokot Hero
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Gordon tried to repeat the other person's name to say hello, but his memory did not allow him to do so. He opened his mouth, but he could only stay there.
Seeing through Gordon's embarrassment, the Dragonite woman smiled reservedly but appropriately, and said, "You can call me Madam President like other people in the assembly hall."
Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hello, Madam President, I am Gordon from Kokot Village. I plan to stay in Minagard for a period of time. I hope you can approve it.”
In front of this lady, who even a blind person could tell was very distinguished, Gordon wanted to speak in a more elegant way, but as he had not read many books, the most he could do was to speak plainly. .
"Are you from Kokot Village?" The president's carefully trimmed eyebrows raised slightly.
"um, yes."
Madam President looked at Tiki, who was still being held by Oshulati.
The female hunter quickly put Tiggy down, and the latter organized Gordon's hunter notes and letters of introduction as quickly as possible and handed them to the president's hand.
Ms. President first flipped through Gordon's hunter notes. When she noticed his age and hunter level, she raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and then said lightly, "Pretty good."
Gordon felt for no reason that this was already a very high praise.
Immediately afterwards, the president’s lady picked up the letter of introduction. Judging from her visibly softer movements, she attached great importance to the letter.
After reading the letter word for word, the president refolded the letter, carefully and carefully put it back into the envelope, and then handed it back to Gordon.
“Keep this letter for yourself. You will probably use it when you travel to other cities in the future.”
Seeing the other party's solemn look, Gordon couldn't help but become cautious.
“Village chief, are you feeling well?” the president asked suddenly.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Gordon felt that the other party's tone seemed to have become gentler?
“Well, the village chief’s health has always been good, but he looks a little dazed at ordinary times.” Gordon replied while secretly guessing about the relationship between the two.
Obviously, the president and the village elder know each other.
There was a period in the past? Impossible. Impossible.
The Dragon Tribe has a long lifespan, but they are not monsters. It is difficult to judge the age of the president, but she is middle-aged at most. She is at least one generation, or even two generations away from the senile village chief.
Elders of the family? A senior at work? They can't be father and daughter, right?
Madam President seemed to have seen through the storm in Gordon's mind, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes behind the narrow lenses. She said: "He is a very respectable old man, and a living legend.
You don’t know him? "
This sentence was not just for Gordon, but Gordon, Oshula, and Tikki exchanged glances for a long time, but still couldn't come up with any answer.
When the president’s lady saw this, she couldn’t help but sighed: “Today’s young people.”
“That is a legendary figure called a ‘hero’.”
At this time, a middle-aged male hunter who happened to be passing by heard their conversation and strode over.
He was wearing a set of high-end armor with the main color being pitch black. The dark carapace and dragon scales obviously came from some kind of flying dragon. There were also several sets of scarlet thorns dotted on the edge of the skirt, as well as on key parts such as shoulders and elbows. It adds a bit of aggression to this armor.
As its name describes, its manufacturing material comes from a powerful flying dragon species called "One-horned Dragon". This terrifying creature lives in the desert and has the reputation of "the lonely knight of the sand plains".
“It’s Amos.”
“Long time no see, Lord Amos~”
Oshula and the others greeted the visitor one after another, and Gordon also took the initiative to nod to him to show respect for their seniors.
The middle-aged hunter named Yamos walked up to them, glanced at Oshula with a frown, and said: "It's just that the two of them have never been in the training camp, how come you don't even know about it?
The legend of the Kokot hero must have been told by the instructor at the training camp more than once, right? "
Hearing this, Oshula grinned awkwardly. She had fallen asleep during the cultural classes in the training camp.
"You are from Kokot Village and have never heard of it?" Yamos looked at Gordon in disbelief.
Gordon's face looked a little strange.
How to put it this way, I’ve heard a little bit about Kokot’s hero, the “first hunter”, but isn’t that a fairy tale similar to a bedtime story?
Listen to what the president, madam and others mean, that hero is the village elder? ?
“Before the profession of ‘monster hunter’ had not yet appeared, human beings were so powerless in the face of the intrusions and attacks of powerful monsters.
The ferocious one-horned dragon attacked the village. At this time, a mysterious dragon man stepped forward. With an iron sword and shield, he fought fiercely with the monster for seven days and seven nights, and finally succeeded in killing it.
He is the hero of Kokot and the first hunter in the world. "
With a tone of respect and fascination, Yamos recited the story that was familiar to him when he was a child and in earlier times.
The reason why he is equipped with the one-horned dragon suit today is hard to say that he has not been affected by this aspect.
Ms. President took over Yamos’s story and continued: “The deeds of heroes inspire people, and monsters are no longer invincible and terrifying existences.
He once created the Hunter Guild with four like-minded partners and five of them, laying the foundation of the "monster hunter" professional system.
Regrettably, during a battle against a mysterious monster, one of the companions, who was also the hero’s fiancée, died unfortunately.
As a result, the hero retired, and the rule of up to four hunters in a team was passed down, in the dark age before the dawn."
Hearing one epic story after another, Gordon's mouth opened slightly and his saliva almost started to flow. He had heard some of these stories and some had not.
But no matter how he said it, it was really difficult for him to compare the legendary "hero" who combined bravery, strength, wisdom, leadership, and tragedy with the man at the entrance of the village who kept saying "Huh?" "Hey~!" and "Huhuhu" all day long. !" The old guy got in touch!
“Are these legends and stories true?”
“Of course it’s true.” The president lady gave him a strange look, “The real experience of Hero Kokot is only more dangerous and magnificent than the legend.
The weapon once used by the hero, the Hero's Sword, isn't it still inserted in the stone platform on the mountain behind Kokot Village, waiting for its successor? "
"Yes, twenty years ago, when I was traveling around as a young man, I made a special pilgrimage to Kokot Village." Yamos's tone was full of emotion and reminiscence.
“Even though they know they are not worthy, who has never imagined, tried, and hoped that they could pull out the heroic sword that turned brown due to being soaked in dragon blood and become a new ‘hero’?”
Gordon closed his mouth and grimaced, trying hard to maintain the expression on his face so as not to appear strange.
If you now tell me that when I was a child, I peed on the rusty iron sword and pulled it out, only to find that even the branches could not be cut, so I inserted it back in.
He will be beaten to death, right?
(End of this chapter)