Chapter 43 Shut up!
Gordon did not continue to argue with Yamos, and he was not a ungrateful person.
After learning about the existence of the King of the Strange Face Tribe, with a little thought, he could figure out that the "multiple cares" mentioned by Yamos when he proposed to participate in the mission were just an excuse.
With his strength as a high-ranking hunter, when he takes Hayata on an ordinary one-star or two-star mission, why does he need the care of others?
Obviously, he saw the danger hidden in this mission and came here to "take care" of him.
"No matter what, thank you for taking care of me."
Gordon hesitated for a moment, but decided to make his words clear and accepted the favor.
Yamosi smiled and did not deny anything. Fortunately, this little guy is not a stubborn young man, so it would be good if he could listen to advice.
“We will search westward and not go any further. If the Strange Face Clan refuses to show up, we will withdraw from this tribe’s territory first.
There is still plenty of time for the mission, but the big deal will happen later. To change the goal, there is no need to capture a group of people until they die.”
Gordon nodded upon hearing this.
Although I still feel that there is no need to change my actions just for that small probability, for the sake of Yamos, if I don’t go deep, I won’t go deep.
After deciding on the next route, Gordon took the lead and walked in front to clear the way.
Yamos continued his teaching, combined with practical demonstrations, teaching Hayata how to identify the direction in the dense forest, how to find water sources, etc.
It was a long time after the group left , calm returned to the dense forest, leaving only a few corpses of the Strange Faced Tribe on the ground, spreading the smell of blood wantonly, attracting countless mosquitoes and flies.
"Xixissuosuo."
Amidst the friction between branches and grass blades, several short figures emerged from the low shrubs in the forest.
It’s a few odd-faced tribesmen.
“Crack!”
“Crack.”
"Quack!"
The corpses of the strange-faced tribe made the Strange-faced tribe extremely restless. Their rough and primitive language echoed in the dense forest, and they were noisy. But just as their quarrels became more intense, The appearance of a figure made them all quiet down.
It walked out of the dark shadow of the trees, and the dim skylight filtered by the layers of leaves shone on it.
That is also a strange-faced tribe.
They are also skinny and rickety, with blue-grey skin and shriveled limbs that look like they have little strength. Apart from being slightly taller, they seem to be no different from ordinary odd-faced tribesmen.
But it is the king of all Qimian tribes within hundreds of square kilometers - the king of Qimian tribe.
As the King of the Qimian Clan approached, the Qimian Clan, who had been arguing endlessly before, lowered their bodies and cautiously stepped aside to make way.
“Crack.”
The King of the Strange Face Clan walked to the corpses, muttered something in a low voice, and then raised the right in his hand that was carved from unknown animal bones. Staff, scream and howl.
“Quack!”
Like sparks thrown into gunpowder, the surrounding Qimian tribesmen raised their weapons one after another, and their fanatical howls resounded through the mountains and forests.
“Quack!”
After wandering around the edge of the Strange Face Clan’s territory for a long time, Gordon and others never encountered the Strange Face Clan again.
The mission made no progress. Gordon was naturally a little disappointed and a little bored, but he also knew that hunting was like this.
The time hunters spend searching and tracking prey is often several times longer than fighting. It is for this reason that they are called "monster hunters" rather than "monster killers". of.
However, Hayata felt that her life was more fulfilling than ever before, or in other words, a little too full.
Yamos seemed to be stuffing everything into her head, and the knowledge points came one after another. One, she didn't know how much she could remember after waking up.
"Hayata, look at this fern. Its stem is very special. It only grows in the direction of the sun. Sometimes you can use it to judge the direction. Remember?"
< br>"Blue fern, hum, remember, remember."
Seeing his disciple's eyes almost forming circles, Yamos had to stop and sighed silently.
It's not that he is impatient, but that time is really limited. Although the president has granted him a holiday, as a high-ranking hunter, he cannot spare one or two whole years to teach his disciples.
He must let Hayata grow up as quickly as possible, at least to the extent that he can enter the novice hunting ground alone and hunt some herbivorous dragons and the like.
That way, even if he is recruited to participate in high-level tasks, Hayata can slowly practice and accumulate experience without wasting too much time and wasting his talents.
Just when Yamos was wondering whether he should be cruel and let Hayata remember more things, Gordon who was walking in front sneakily ran over.
"Mr. Yamos, there is a mushroom pig in front of you, hehe."
Seeing Gordon's face full of smiles, Yamos snorted slightly helplessly. Seeing that Hayata on the side still looked confused, he explained: "This kid is greedy and wants barbecue." "Eat it."
"Is it possible to grill meat in a hunting ground?" Hayata asked in surprise.
She has always thought that hunting is a very dangerous and tense activity, and she needs to tense her nerves throughout the process.
“Of course, I always carry a portable barbecue grill.”
Gordon patted the bag behind his waist, winked at Hayata and said: “As long as If there are no monsters nearby, you can cook and eat barbecue. As expected, barbecue can make people more energetic than carrying food.”
Hayata looked at Yamos with some suspicion, and the latter nodded and said: "Although hunters will not be as relaxed as on vacation in the hunting ground, they will not be too nervous, otherwise it will be easy to lose their spirits after a long time. Fatigue.
Barbecuing, gathering, and fishing are all things that hunters often do. Of course, the prerequisite is to confirm the environment. The environment is safe."
"There is a mushroom pig eating in front of me. It is a real delicacy, not easy to eat in the town. Ah, by the way, Hayata hasn't seen any blood today. , or you can kill that guy."
Gordon said the words with a clear face that made Hayata's scalp numb.
Although she had long been prepared to "kill" after she decided to become a hunter, she had never killed a fish since she was a child, so she could not help but hesitate on the spot.
"Well, it's indeed a good opportunity. There will always be blood." Yamos crossed his arms and agreed with his face.
“The herbivorous dragon is too big to kill, and the spirit deer is too flexible. Among the animals that can be used as meat without being dangerous in this area, the mushroom pig is the most suitable.
Haya Tower, go ahead and cut your throat, Or just find a way to knock them down and stab them through the waist and abdomen. They are not aggressive and not dangerous."
Hayata looked at his teacher and then at his senior who was a few years older than him. The corners of his eyes twitched.
Compared to ordinary people, hunters seem to have a much more casual view of "what to kill"
But I am about to become a member of this group, right?
Swallowing, trying to suppress the uneasiness and nausea in his heart, Hayata set up a small buckler, carried a hunter's knife, and walked cautiously step by step towards the bush where the mushroom pig was.
"As for that, it's just a mushroom pig, not a big wild boar king" Gordon muttered in a low voice, somewhat speechlessly.
“Shut up!”
Hayata turned around and said angrily. (End of chapter)