Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter

  Chapter 33 The Legend of Kokot Heroes

  “.”

  Gordon tried to repeat the other person's name to say hello, but his memory didn't allow him to do so, he opened his mouth, but could only stand there in a daze.

  Seeing through Gordon's embarrassment, the dragon-human woman smiled modestly but decently, and said, "You can call me Ms. President just like other people in the assembly hall."

   Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Hello, Madam President, I'm Gordon from Cocot Village. I plan to spend some time in Minagarde. I hope you can approve it."

In front of this lady whose status can be seen by a blind man, Gordon wants to speak in a more elegant way, but he has not read much, and he can only speak in a straightforward way at best. .

   "Are you from Kokot Village?" Madam President raised her carefully trimmed eyebrows slightly.

"um, yes."

  Madam President looked at Tij, who was still being held in the hands of Oshurati.

  The huntress quickly put Tiki down, and the latter sorted out Gordon's hunter notes and letter of introduction as quickly as possible, and handed them to the president lady.

  Ms. President first flipped through Gordon's hunter notes, and when she noticed his age and hunter level, she raised her eyelids to look at him, and then said lightly, "It's pretty good."

  Gordon felt for no reason that this was already a very high evaluation.

   Immediately afterwards, the president lady picked up the letter of introduction again. Judging from her obviously gentle movements, she attached great importance to this letter.

  After reading the letter word by word, the president lady refolded the letter paper, carefully and carefully put it back into the envelope, and handed it back to Gordon.

   "Keep this letter well, you should use it when you travel to other cities in the future."

   Seeing the other party's solemn appearance, Gordon couldn't help becoming cautious.

   "You village chiefs, are you in good health?" Madam 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 milder?

   "Well, the village head has always been in good health, but he usually looks a little confused." Gordon replied, while secretly guessing the relationship between the two.

   Obviously, the lady president and the old village chief know each other.

   Was there a time in the past? Impossible impossible.

  Dragonoids have a long lifespan, but they are not monsters. It is not easy to judge the age of the president lady, but at most she is only middle-aged, at least one generation, or even two generations behind the old village head.

   Relatives and elders? Seniors at work? It can't be father and daughter, right?

  Madam President seemed to have seen through the storm in Gordon's brain, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes behind the long and narrow lenses, and she said: "He is a very respectable old man, and even a living legend.

  You guys, don't know him? "

   This question was not just for Gordon, but Gordon, Ursula, and Tijy exchanged glances for a long time, but they still couldn't come up with any answer.

   Seeing this, Madam President couldn't help sighing: "Young people today."

   "That's a legendary figure called a 'hero'."

  At this time, a middle-aged male hunter who happened to be passing nearby heard their conversation and strode over.

He was wearing a set of advanced armor with pitch black as the main color. Those dark carapaces and dragon scales obviously came from some kind of flying dragon. There were several sets of scarlet thorns dotted on the edge of the skirt, shoulders, elbows and other key parts. It adds a bit of aggression to this set of armor.

  The one-horned dragon set is the name of this set of equipment.

  As its name describes, its manufacturing materials come from a powerful flying dragon species called "One-horned Dragon", a terrifying creature that lives in the desert, and has the reputation of "Lonely Sand Plain Knight".

   "It's Amoz."

   "Long time no see, Master Amos~."

  Oshura and the others greeted the visitors one after another, and Gordon also nodded to him to show his respect for the senior.

  A middle-aged hunter named Amos walked up to them, frowned and glanced at Oshula, and said, "It's just that the two of them haven't stayed in the training camp, why don't you even know about it?

  The legend of Kokot’s hero, the instructor of the training camp must have said it more than once, right? "

  Oshura grinned in embarrassment when she heard the words. She had dozed off in the culture classes in the training camp back then.

   "You're from Kokot Village, and you haven't heard of it?" Amos looked at Gordon in disbelief.

  Gordon's complexion was a little weird.

  How should I put it, I’ve heard it a little bit, Kokot’s hero, “The First Hunter”, but isn’t that a fairy tale like a bedtime story?

   Listening to the president and the others, that hero is the old village chief? ?

  "Before the profession of 'Monster Hunter' had yet appeared, human beings were so powerless in the face of the infestation and attack of powerful monsters.

  The ferocious one-horned dragon attacked the village. At this time, a mysterious dragon man stepped forward. Holding an iron sword and shield, he fought fiercely with the monster for seven days and seven nights, and finally succeeded in beheading it.

  He is Kokot's hero and the world's first hunter. "

  Amos chanted the familiar story in his childhood and earlier ages in a respectful and fascinated tone.

  The reason why he is now equipped with a horned dragon suit is hard to say that he has not been affected by this aspect.

  Madam President took over Amos’s narration and continued: “The deeds of heroes inspire people, and monsters are no longer invincible horrors.

  He once created the Hunter Guild with four like-minded partners and five people, laying the foundation for the "Monster Hunter" professional system.

   It is a pity that, in a battle against a certain mysterious monster, one of the partners, who is also the fiancee of the hero, died unfortunately.

  Heroes retired because of this, and the rule of a maximum of four hunters in a team was passed down, in the dark age before the dawn.”

   Hearing one epic story after another, Gordon's mouth was slightly opened, and his saliva almost flowed down. He had heard some of these stories and some of them hadn't.

But in any case, it is really difficult for him to compare the legendary "hero" who combines bravery, strength, wisdom, leadership, and tragedy with the one at the entrance of the village who "huh?" "Hi~!" !" The old guy connected together!

   "Are these legends true?"

   "Of course it is true." The president lady gave him a strange look, "The real experience of the hero Kokot will only be more dangerous and magnificent than the legend.

   Isn’t the hero’s sword, the weapon used by heroes, still stuck in the stone platform at the back of Kokot Village, waiting for the successor? "

   "Yes, twenty years ago, when I was young and traveling around, I made a pilgrimage to Kokot Village." Amos' tone was full of emotion and remembrance.

   "Even though he knows he is not worthy, who has never imagined or tried, hoping that he can pull out the hero sword that has been soaked in dragon blood and become brown red, and become a new 'hero'?"

  Gordon closed his mouth, sullenly, trying to maintain the expression on his face so as not to appear strange.

  If you tell me that when you were a child, you **** on that rusty iron sword and pulled it out, only to find that you couldn’t even cut off the branches, so you plugged it back in

   Will be beaten to death, right?

  (end of this chapter)