Gordon did not continue to argue with Yamos, and he was not an unscrupulous 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, how could he take Hayata on an ordinary one-star or two-star mission without the care of others?
Apparently 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 it clear and accepted the favor.
Yamos smiled and didn't deny anything. Fortunately, this little guy is not a stubborn young man. It would be nice 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. The worst thing to do in the future is to change the goal. There is no need to catch a group of people and fight to death. "
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, I won’t go deeper if I don’t.
After deciding the next route of travel, Gordon took the lead and walked in front to clear the way.
Yamos continued his teaching, combined with practical demonstrations, to teach Hayata how to identify the direction in the dense forest, how to find water sources, etc...
A long time after the group left, calm returned to the jungle, leaving only a few corpses of the Strange Face Clan on the ground, spreading the smell of blood wantonly and attracting countless mosquitoes and flies.
"Xixissuosuo..."
Amidst the friction of branches and grass blades, several short figures emerged from the low shrubs in the forest.
It's a few odd-faced tribesmen.
"Kabacha!"
"Crack..."
"Quack, quack, quack!"
The corpses of their fellow tribesmen made the Strange-Faced Tribes extremely restless. Their rough and primitive language echoed in the dense forest, making them noisy and 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 was also a strange-faced clan.
They are also skinny and stooped, with blue-gray skin and shriveled limbs that look like they have no 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 Strange Face Clan approached, the Strange Face Clan members who had been arguing endlessly before lowered their bodies and carefully retreated to both sides to make way.
"Crack."
The King of the Strange Face Clan walked up to the corpses, muttered something in a low voice, then raised the scepter carved from unknown animal bones in his hand and howled sharply.
"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, click, click!"
...
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.
There was no progress in the mission, so Gordon was naturally a little disappointed and a little bored, but he also knew that hunting was like that.
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".
However, Hayata felt that her life was more fulfilling than ever before, or in other words, a little too full...
It was as if Yamos was trying to stuff everything into her head, one knowledge point after another, and 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 determine the direction. Remember?"
"Blue ferns, hum, remember, remember..."
Seeing that his disciple's eyes were almost filled with tears, 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, ran over in a ghostly manner.
"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."
"Can you grill meat in a hunting ground?" Hayata asked in surprise.
She had always thought that hunting was a very dangerous and tense activity, and she needed to tighten her nerves throughout the process.
"Of course, I always carry a portable barbecue grill."
Gordon patted the luggage on his waist, winked at Hayata and said: "As long as there are no monsters around, you can have barbecue. Sure enough, compared to carrying food, barbecue can make people more energetic. .”
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 premise is to ensure that the environment is safe. "
"There's a mushroom pig eating in front of me. It's a real delicacy. It's not easy to eat in towns. Ah, by the way, Hayata hasn't seen any blood today. It seems that you can kill it. Guy."
With a clear face, Gordon said something that made Hayata's scalp tingle.
Although she had already made up her mind to "kill" after she decided to become a hunter, she had never killed a fish since she was a child, so she couldn't 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.
Hayata, go ahead and try it. Cut your throat, or find a way to knock them down and stab them in from the waist and abdomen. They are not aggressive and not dangerous. "
Hayata looked at her teacher, then at her senior who was a few years older than herself, and her eyes twitched.
Compared with ordinary people, hunters seem to have a much more casual view of "killing something"...
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.
