Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter

  Chapter 50 Transshipment? gold?

  After a period of careful inspection, the owner of the workshop raised his head with a strange expression, and he asked hesitantly, "Young man, what star hunter are you?"

  Gordon was startled when he heard the words, but he still replied honestly: "Two stars."

  The workshop owner's expression suddenly became even weirder.

   "This explosive knife is well done in metal smelting and forging, and the internal structure is strong enough. It can be seen that it has been used for a while, and there is no major problem overall.

  However, there are traces of high-temperature burns on the sword body. The breath of the big monster bird can't reach this level of high temperature, and the impact force is not so strong. It looks like a fire dragon. Have you used it to block the fire dragon's breath? "

  Gordon couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise when he heard the words, can you see this?

   "It did help me block the breath of the male charmander, otherwise I should have been killed at that time." Gordon replied truthfully.

  The owner of the workshop opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the complaint—so why did you, a two-star hunter, go to provoke the dragon? ?

   "The problem with the hook claw is also serious. It should be impacted by some kind of huge force. The hook blade is deformed and the internal mechanism is also dislocated, so it is stuck.

  To be honest, I really didn't understand this battle damage. Judging from the crack marks on the hook blade, it should have collided with some kind of blunt weapon with a small size, but the force was quite amazing.

   It doesn't look like the claws of a monster, the fangs of the big wild boar king? But the teeth of that thing are not in this shape either?

  Wait, you won't be fighting with any hunter, will you? Fucking a bug stick may cause similar marks. If you really do such a stupid thing, I will beat you up, old man, huh? "

  The boss of the workshop raised his fist, his expression was unkind, he hated this kind of behavior of harming weapons indiscriminately.

  Gordon quickly waved his hand, this blame cannot be reckless, whether it is conflict or playfulness, no matter what the reason is, it is a very serious crime for a hunter to point a weapon at a human being.

   "No, no, I wouldn't do that kind of thing. It's the king of the strange-faced clan. I fought with the king of the strange-faced clan. He smashed the explosive knife like this with a bone scepter."

   "Cough, cough cough. King of the Odd Face Clan."

The old dragon man choked on the tobacco leaves in his mouth. After coughing for a while, he yelled angrily: "It's the fire dragon and the king of the strange face clan. Can you find some normal monsters as opponents, a two-star little hunter?" ?!

  Even if you can afford it yourself, can your weapons and armors afford it? ! "

  “.”

  Gordon shrank his neck, and after the old man who valued equipment more than people vented, he justified a little bit aggrievedly: "It was all hit by accident."

The owner of the workshop choked when he heard the words. Seeing that Gordon didn't seem to be lying, his wrinkled face twitched fiercely, and said angrily: "Then you are really lucky, remember to find a temple later. Ask for a transfer amulet to try."

   Hearing the topic of "luck" from the boss of the workshop, Gordon suddenly remembered something. He put his hand into the back of his bag, fumbled for a while, and took out a copper-yellow ancient coin.

   It was the ancient exotic coin that Hayata gave him.

   "What is this? Your amulet?" A familiar female voice came from behind.

  Gordon subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that the person who came was the Light Crossbow Messenger Osura.

   "It's you, Ohshura."

"Um?"

   "Cough, Senior Ohsura." Gordon changed his address with a dry smile, and then continued: "This is a gift from a friend who is very lucky, saying that he will share the good luck with me."

   "Oh? Boy friend girl friend?"

".female."

   "Oh! Girlfriend? A token of love? Who is it? Is it a hunter? I know all the hunters in Minagarde!" Ohhura became interested in an instant, and asked one after another.

  Gordon said helplessly: "Ordinary friend I just met, Senior Usura, please stop talking nonsense."

   "Stop bluffing me, ordinary friend? This stuff doesn't look cheap, tsk tsk, good luck for you, tsk tsk."

   Just when Gordon was unable to resist Ushula's continuous teasing, the workshop boss suddenly said: "Young man, can you show me that coin?"

   "You please!"

  Finally finding the opportunity to escape the questioning, Gordon hurriedly turned to the workshop boss and handed the exotic gold coin to the latter.

   His calloused thumb rubbed the ancient coin for a while, and the old dragon man raised his head and said: "Very good ancient coin, it looks like it is a relic from the last era, probably from the ruins of the ancient city of Shulet.

  The smelting process of this alloy has been lost, I am very interested, I offer 6000z, do you guys want to sell it? "

  Osura, who was obviously quite familiar with the owner of the workshop, immediately put her hands on her hips, and said angrily: "Hey! You old man who doesn't understand the style, what a fool! Didn't you hear Gordon say that this is a token of love?"

   Then she turned her head to stare at Gordon with an unfriendly expression, as if as long as the latter dared to say "sell", she would dare to curse.

  In her opinion, the precious transshipment gold coin given by the girl must be a gift full of heart even if it is not a token of love.

   It would be too much to resell for money!

  Although Ursula's opinion was not within the scope of Gordon's consideration, he still resolutely declined the workshop owner's purchase request.

   On the one hand, he is not short of money at this time, so naturally he would not do something like reselling gifts from friends to cause people's eyes.

  On the other hand, ever since Hayata dug out exotic ancient coins and pure crystals in the bags full of **** of the Qimian tribe, he began to believe in metaphysics.

   There must be such things as luck and the chosen one!

  He also pointed at this gold coin for transshipment, what are you selling it for?

  Buying to no avail, although the owner of the workshop was a little bit reluctant, he still handed the ancient coin back, not forgetting to tell him, "Although the coins made of this alloy basically won't rust, they also need maintenance.

  The dirt on it is really hard, remember to take it back and scrape it well, it’s a pity that it’s a good old coin, it’s so black. "

  Osura also chimed in, "Yes, yes, wash it well, I see there is a small hole in it, you can find a stronger leather rope and hang it around your neck later.

  Let me tell you, the closer you wear an amulet and the longer you wear it, the more effective it will be! "

  Gordon reluctantly answered one by one, he had somewhat forgotten how the topic turned to this exotic gold coin.

   Anyway, back to the topic, Gordon cleared his throat, looked at the workshop owner and asked, "So, can my Explosive Knife be repaired, and how much does it cost?"

  The boss of the workshop glanced at the explosive knife at hand, and said casually: "Of course, it's not a big problem. Repair the claws alone at 500z. If you need comprehensive maintenance of the internal structure and blade, add 300z, which is 800z."

   "Let's repair and maintain it." Gordon paid the fee happily and didn't ask for a receipt. The other party opened such a large workshop not far from the Hunter's Gathering, so it doesn't even have this bit of integrity.

   "Pick it up at noon tomorrow."

  The boss of the workshop said a time to pick up the goods, then looked at Oshula, "What are you doing here, girl?"

  (end of this chapter)