MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 690 Take it off later!
Chapter 690 Take it off later!
The guild's support came later than Gordon and the others expected.
Eleven days after the letter was sent, a high-speed airship finally appeared over Sinard Village.
Gordon crossed his arms and quietly watched the slowly descending airship. He was not in a good mood at this time.
It takes about two days for the peregrine falcon to fly to East Doruma, and it takes about three days for the high-speed airship to fly from East Doruma, and it takes less than four days at most. That is to say, at least a week is delayed in East Doruma.
What are you doing? !
These days, Hayata and Fengying's life is not very pleasant.
After lending the black dragon armor to Fengying, the mad dragon virus in Hayata's body lost its suppression and broke out extremely violently.
Although there was nothing abnormal on the surface, it could be seen from the limbs that twitched with pain from time to time, and the eyes that were completely bloodshot, that she was just enduring.
Fengying also wanted to return the black erosion dragon armor, but Hayata, who had experienced that kind of "rebound", refused.
It is not a good idea to exchange equipment between the two of them, take turns to suppress the virus, and then repeatedly meet explosive rebounds. It is better for her to bear more.
Anyway, she has been living with this virus for nearly a whole year, and she has adapted to a certain extent.
The empty boat docked at the edge of the platform on the top of the mountain, the gangway was unfolded, and several people walked down.
Gordon raised his eyebrows, led his companions to meet him, and punched the leader in the chest.
This punch was not going to use all its strength, but it was definitely not light. With a muffled "bang", the silver-haired swordsman involuntarily took a few steps back.
His expression twisted for a moment, he coughed dryly, and said angrily: "Ahem, cough, cough... What's wrong with you?!"
Gordon bared his teeth and said, "It's a little late."
The visitor froze for a moment before noticing Hayata's eyes, which had almost completely turned purple, and Fengying's extremely ill-fitting black dragon armor.
With a quick mind, he quickly analyzed the current situation, and said apologetically: "Sorry, it took a little longer, but don't worry, the problem of kuanglong disease will be resolved soon."
Gordon opened his arms, and the two embraced.
"Long time no see, Brother Julius."
"Well, long time no see, Gordon."
Silver edge and pen tip, people from the two hunting groups greeted each other, most of them were acquaintances.
Only Fengying and the newcomer Aiden (Brother Sunshine) don’t know each other, and Gordon and the others are not very familiar with the strong and experienced spearman who looks in his forties.
"This is Senior Will (pen spear, no name), a seven-star spearman. Before I joined 'our brigade', he was a hunter of the brigade, an old acquaintance of the group leader, and a very powerful spearman. "Hayata smiled and introduced Gordon and the others.
"I can tell." Gordon shook hands with the unsmiling spearman.
The opponent is equipped with a set of thick golden armor. From the obvious guild emblem on the armor, it can be seen that this person, like Julius, belongs to the direct line of the guild.
As far as Gordon knows, in addition to the guild knights and the guild dark night, the guild also has a special force composed almost entirely of spearmen.
They belong to the guild knights, but they don't often run outside. The temple knights who guard the Great Old Hall are their members.
If you guessed right, there is a high probability that this senior Will is also, at least once one of them. Considering the age and strength of the other party, there is a high probability that he has also held important positions such as the commander of the army.
"Let's talk about greetings later."
The only female in the pen hunting group, the light crossbow made Nadia look at Hayata worriedly and said: "Hurry up and ask the professor to help Hayata and the others treat them."
A short figure "whoosh" jumped past the legs of the crowd, and arrived in front of Hayata.
He pushed the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a closer look at Hayata's purple-red sclera, and said very fast: "Can you still maintain your sanity when you are infected to this extent without suppressing it with medicine?
Your immunity to kuanglongsis is really strong, but if you continue like this, even you will soon be unable to hold on. "
"So is there a solution, professor?" Gordon asked quickly.
"There is no cure yet, but a new generation of drugs to suppress the activity of the virus has been developed, with better effects and a longer duration of action, but the shelf life is short and the number of materials is limited, so it must be prepared on site.
This time we are preparing materials and special equipment for blending medicines, so we have been dragging on for so long in East Doruma. "
Professor's answer made Gordon and others breathe a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere on the scene softened a bit.
The old man is impatient. After explaining concisely and quickly, he turned his head and yelled at the airship, "Assistant! Alva! Bring down the materials and equipment for blending!
We also need stills and separation kettles. Those are too heavy to carry on the airship, but the potion masters in Sinard Village have everything.
Where does Master Ikaspam or Master Yamanaku live? Take the old man there! "
The professor said the last sentence to the elder who followed Gordon and the others. This old man seems to be very familiar with the people and things in Sinard Village.
The elder didn't talk nonsense, and led the professor to the village.
Two figures followed closely behind.
Among them, Gordon, who was carrying large and small bags, was very familiar. Alva, the professor's disciple and member of the scrivener team, was once a delicate boy, but now he looks a bit vigorous.
It was the first time I met another person whom the professor called "assistant".
It was a beautiful dragon-human woman, her silver-white semi-long hair was combed meticulously, the exquisite headdress and hair accessories were shining brightly, coupled with her elegant and calm steps.
Not like a scholar's assistant, but like a lady walking out of a banquet hall.
Gordon didn't dare to look too much, Hayatta with scarlet eyes was standing beside her, although her red eyes had nothing to do with that lady.
"Senior Gordon."
"Huh?" Gordon turned his head suddenly, feeling somewhat guilty for some reason.
Hayata didn't understand why Gordon's reaction was so big, but he didn't think too much about it, but said with a little surprise: "Senior Gordon, don't you think that assistant lady is very similar to that lady in appearance and attire?" ?”
"That... ah, you mean the lady president of the Minagarde Assembly Hall?"
"yes."
"It really is."
"President Micheng and she are indeed quite closely related."
Julius said: "That lady is an assistant researcher in the newly established Kuanglong Disease Research Institute, but her actual identity is the sponsor of the research institute.
All in all a, well, tough lady. "
Anshir also added on the side: "From the clothing and decorations, it can be seen that their ancestors were 'dragon nobles' from the Xiqi Kingdom, and now they have already taken root in the Old Continent, holding quite a lot of resources and resources in their hands. strength.
But it has nothing to do with us. "
Gordon shrugged, indeed.
"Oh, what strange things are you talking about, what kind of dragon nobles?" Feng Ying, who was the only dragon noble among the crowd, wantonly displayed the difference between her and the "dragon nobles".
She was **** carelessly.
"Fengying!" Hayata hurried over to stop her.
Gordon also scolded angrily: "What are you doing undressing?!"
"Give back the armor to Sister Hayata." Fengying took it for granted, "It will take a while for the potion to be ready, let Sister Hayata suppress the virus first.
And this greaves are too uncomfortable to wear! "
Fengying kicked her feet with the unique recurved structure of the Ssangyong Terran, muttering.
"Take it off later!"
(end of this chapter)
