Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon felt that many of the powerful people he knew were old men of the dragon race.

Most of these old people are thin and short, but the degree of aging is not ordinary.

From a human point of view.

The oldest and most powerful one is the old village head of Keket Village, a legendary hero, who looks as old as a hundred years old.

Although his actual age is much older than this.

Next came the old professor of Wang Li's Paleontological Scholars Team and the director of the East Doruma Guild. These two people looked like eighty or ninety-year-old old people.

Well, just on the outside, the old men are very energetic on weekdays.

Next, is the big-brimmed hat president of the Tangia Port Guild. That old alcoholic looks like he is old and strong, maybe in his seventies?

And the youngest one is the leader of the Loklark guild in front of him. Although his beard is completely white, there are not many wrinkles on his face, he looks like a little old man in his early sixties.

Of all the dragonling old men Gordon knew, well, maybe the prefix could be dropped, of all the old men he knew.

The one in front of me is definitely the most "coquettish" one.

Beside the wine table, the little old man of the dragon tribe with a flamboyant moustache was having fun drinking alone, and a "huge" figure just sat down on the empty seat opposite him.

The mustache grows a little surprised.

A tall and strong swordsman wearing the blue fire dragon armor? There doesn't seem to be such a character in the Locklark meeting place?

Surprised, he was not dissatisfied with the other party's slightly rude behavior.

Instead, he picked up the wine glass, poured a glass of wine for the other party, and pushed it over, "Hey, this brother is a freshman, is this the first time you come to our Locklark?"

Gordon couldn't hold back his laughter at last, he took off his helmet, "It's me, elder brother."

The eyes of the mustache president who always smiles are slightly widened.

"Hey! It's Brother Gordon, long time no see! Yay, Canghuolong Armor, Huolonghuangjian, you are already five-star? I remember you are only in your early twenties!"

Unlike the serious East Doruma guild leader, the bearded president of the Loklark assembly hall is very lively and talkative, and is very kind to everyone.

Even at his age, being Gordon's grandfather may be enough, but he still insists on calling Gordon brothers and sisters.

He is a very interesting person.

"There's me next time!" The pork chop also jumped onto the table.

"Haha, the pork chop is here too. By the way, pork chop, have you gotten fat?"

"There is no meow! It is a strong meow!"

The mustache president laughed, his eyes turned to Hayata, and then he was stunned, "Uh, Anshir has changed so much?"

Gordon: "???"

"Just kidding, just kidding! Hahaha!" The president twirled his beard and smiled unscrupulously: "What a beautiful little girl, little brother Gordon finally figured it out!

What's the point of a cold-faced handsome guy like An Xier? Sure enough, it's more interesting to travel with cute girls! "

Facing the greasy ridicule of the mustache president, Hayata was a little at a loss.

Gordon also covered his face helplessly.

These old fellows became coquettish, and the thin-skinned young people really couldn't stand it.

The mustache president is still chattering.

He pointed to a red-clothed waiter girl who was walking between the wine tables, and said with a grin to Gordon: "Hey! Gordon, when dealing with girls, you should take the initiative!

See that little beauty? Her name is Aisha, she is very cute, take care of her."

A waiter girl named Aisha passed by their wine table unsuspectingly. The mustache leader smiled smirkly, and suddenly stretched out his palm and patted the girl's buttocks.

"Ah!" the girl screamed and jumped away.

"?!!"

Gordon tactically fell back.

This is undoubtedly workplace harassment, right?

"Boom boom boom boom."

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching rapidly.

A fat and strong figure rushed towards him, and with a rounded slap, he slapped the pervert president's wretched face mercilessly.

"Pfft!"

The diminutive pervert president flew out in a whirl.

Gordon: "."

In just two or three days, this is the second time a similar scene has been seen.

What's going on with your guild leaders in the south?

The visitor was a middle-aged lady with dark skin, tall figure, big arms and round waist.

Like a hen guarding a chick, she guarded the panicked Aisha behind her and stared at Gordon warily.

Naturally, this lady Gordon also knew, she was the wife of a little lecherous old man, in other words, she was the wife of the president of the Locklark Guild.

Gordon quickly raised his hands to show his innocence.

The president's wife was aggressive at first, and then she seemed to recall Gordon's appearance, and her angry face gradually eased.

"It turned out to be Gordon. I thought it was some unscrupulous hunter." The president's wife said with her arms akimbo.

Gordon stood up and greeted the president's wife.

In his impression, the president's wife is a kind and warm-hearted lady, but, uh, it's only natural for her to be furious when she sees a pervert doing something like that.

Most importantly, that pervert is still her husband.

Pig Chop walked lightly to the pervert president who was lying on the floor, stretched out his paws, snorted, and checked briefly.

"I'm still alive, meow, but I guess I'll faint for a while, meow."

"Don't pay attention to him!" The president's wife said angrily.

The lady pulled Aisha to sit down at the table, and poured a cup of hot tea for the latter to calm the shock. Noticing that Hayata was still standing there with a somewhat bewildered expression, she also pulled her to sit down with her, comforting him .

Gordon is a little numb.

Although the harassment that happened just now had nothing to do with him, as the one who had a good conversation with the pervert president before, he always felt a sense of guilt.

The president's wife glanced at him, "Let's sit together, I know your character, you wouldn't do such a thing, that bastard old man owes you a lesson."

Gordon picked up the pork chop and sat down with a smile.

The waiter girl named Aisha quickly regained her spirits, all thanks to the comfort from the president's wife and the slap that quickly solved the culprit.

The atmosphere on the table gradually returned to normal.

After chatting, Gordon and the others learned that Aisha was an international student from Moga Village, studying history, geography and monster-related knowledge in Locklark.

Invited by the president's wife to work part-time as a waiter in the tavern of the meeting place to earn some tuition.

"Mojia Village Meow? Aisha is Haimin Meow?"

"No, Mojia Village is a village where sea dwellers and humans live together. I am a human being." Aisha replied softly.

Aisha's "na" mouth habit reminded Gordon of the fisherman named Aziz.

That guy seems to be from Moga Village too.

However, probably because of studying abroad, Aisha's accent is much better than Aziz's standard, at least she won't call herself "er".

Pork Chop also seemed to think of the fishing hunter who had been with them for a while.

"Aisha Aisha, do you know Azimeow?"

"Azgo?"

Ai Xia was stunned for a moment, "Of course I know him, Azige is very good at fishing, when we were young we often followed him to watch him fish.

But then Azige left his hometown and became a hunter. Have you met him? "

Gordon couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Sometimes I feel that this world is quite small, and when I have a chance to meet Aziz later, let’s go fishing with him.

(There is another chapter tonight