Chapter 536: A Cute Name, Meow
The woman looked back at him and did not answer his question immediately.
Gordon had to introduce himself briefly, "I am Gordon, a six-star greatsword user."
"I am Pork Chop Meow!"
The woman looked at Gordon calmly.
The face that she did not remember, he should not be a wanted criminal.
She carefully observed Gordon's equipment again.
The Devil's Rex armor, although it exceeded the hunter level claimed by the other party, was still within a reasonable range, with exquisite craftsmanship, and was armor made by a proper workshop.
The great sword she had never seen before, but the mark on the sword was the mark of the equipment research and development department of the East Doruma headquarters.
She did not look like a poacher either.
While she was observing Gordon, Gordon was also looking at her.
He looked about the same age as her, maybe even a little younger, with brown skin and light hair, like the characteristics of a desert nation.
Speaking of which, this skin color really matches the Swift Dragon armor better, unlike Ansel, who was so fair that it was eye-catching.
The woman couldn't see through Gordon's thoughts. After thinking for a moment, she said a name, or a code name.
"I'm 'Owl'."
"What does 'Owl' mean?" Pig Chop asked Gordon in a low voice.
"It's Fukuki Rabbit."
"That's it, a cute name." Pig Chop patted her shoulder.
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The woman who called herself Owl had the urge to refute, but she held back.
Gordon noticed that the former was a little shaken, and couldn't help but feel a little funny. It seems that the other party is not as emotionless as she shows.
It should be just a habit of controlling expression and emotions after special training. Perhaps the relevant training has not yet been mastered, so it was broken by Pig Chop.
After a short silence, Owl stood up silently, looked directly into the eyes of Gordon, who was almost two heads taller than her, and asked coldly: "What is the relationship between the felon 'Black Hawk' and you?"
Gordon frowned slightly. He didn't like the other party's tone of questioning a prisoner, but he would not argue because of this little dissatisfaction.
The premise is that the identity of "Guild Dark Night" is real.
Didn't Black Hawk take out a genuine Guild Knight badge before?
"You have to prove your identity first, right? Miss Owl."
"Miss", a common suffix in ordinary people, is so strange to be placed after the code name. Owl almost didn't react for a while that the other party was talking to her.
But how can Dark Night have "identity proof"?
They are executors, or executioners, not law enforcers like Guild Knights.
There are generally only two results of executing execution missions, successfully assassinating the target, or losing in battle and being killed by the target.
To give an inappropriate example, before a hunter hunts a monster, he will not take out the hunter's notes to prove the legitimacy of his identity, right?
Seeing the other party in confusion and with empty eyes, Gordon confirmed his identity.
But the previous incident with Black Hawk made him feel scared.
He was not sure whether revealing the process of his contact with Black Hawk and the content of the communication would cause some trouble to the master.
After all, the acquaintance between Black Hawk and the master, or the former acquaintance, should be unavoidable.
"We can neither prove our identities nor trust each other. Let's do this, Miss Owl. My hunting mission is over, and the airship that sent us here is outside the camp.
If you are not in a hurry, you can return to Berna Village with us first.
I will compile a detailed report on the unexpected encounters during this mission and submit it to the village chief of Berna Village or the chief researcher of the Dragon Calendar Institute, and ask them to submit it to the guild.
Then you can get information from official channels.
Whether it is going back to the headquarters to get it, getting it by letter, or having someone open I will give you a letter of proof. You can get it directly from the village chief and others. It's all your business. "
At this point, Gordon paused, stared at the purple-red blood on Owl's abdomen, and continued: "Of course, you can also not go back with us and continue to do what you want.
But forgive me for being frank, in my opinion, the probability of you successfully attacking Black Hawk is not high. He kicked you away with the last kick instead of smashing your head with the dragon-piercing stick. He should have shown mercy. "
Gordon's words seemed to stimulate Owl. Her muscles tensed for a moment, but she finally took a deep breath and calmed down.
She really couldn't trust Gordon and couldn't let them go like this. "I will go to Berna Village with you and supervise you until you finish the report. "
The atmosphere on the airship back to Berna Village was very stiff.
Owl stood alone at the end of the deck, silent like a statue, and his eyes never left Gordon, as if he was worried that Gordon would suddenly fly away.
Under this undisguised gaze, Gordon couldn't rest well, and could only grab the pig chop and count its tail hairs for fun.
They spent a torturous day like this.
After returning to Berna Village, Gordon almost trotted all the way to find the village chief and the chief researcher. With the endorsement of these two people with official backgrounds, Owl finally let him go temporarily.
——It means no longer chasing after him.
It's really like a Fukumu rabbit!
But she still asked Gordon to complete a detailed report within one day, and at the same time borrowed a peregrine falcon from the Dragon Calendar Institute and sent a letter to the East Doruma Hunter Headquarters.
Through a series of actions by Owl, Gordon finally fully confirmed her identity as the Dark Night of the Guild.
If she was an imposter, the chief researcher and his team would not have lent her the Peregrine Falcon. Owl should have proved herself to them in some way.
Back in the hunter's cabin, Gordon threw himself on the bed.
"I'm so tired, I'd rather go fight Black Hawk again!" Gordon cursed and then sat up, "Where's that guy, is he still outside?"
Pork Chop walked to the window and looked out, "It's meow, she's standing on the fence, staring at this place meow."
"Insane!" Gordon jumped up and closed the curtains, "Psycho!"
"Gordon meow" Pork Chop looked like he was about to say something, "Is it really okay for us to do this meow?"
Gordon knew what Pork Chop was referring to, he sat back on the bed and lowered his voice, "Indeed, after we dragged the owl away, Black Hawk should come back and peel the dragon-slaying material.
Black Hawk is not a good person, there is no doubt about that, but he should have no hostility towards us.
The dragon-slaying material is not as dangerous as gunpowder rock or the poison bag of some monsters, so I said, it's better to do less than more."
"Meow? No hostility meow?" Pork Chop was full of disbelief.
"Well, I just realized it later."
Gordon organized his words and continued: "If Black Hawk really wanted to harm us, there were several opportunities before that were obviously better, such as when he was trying out the jet sword.
Although his dragon-piercing stick was in my hand at that time, I didn't know how to use it. He just swung the sword and chopped us, and we couldn't resist at all.
So I guess his purpose should be just to get the dragon-slaying materials."
"Indeed, meow, but why did he attack us meow?" Pig Chop scratched his ear, "Didn't Gordon tell him at that time that we don't Needing dragon-slaying materials, let him peel them first, meow?"
"This is the point of my doubts before, and I figured it out later."
Gordon glanced out the window through the gap in the curtains, and after confirming that the owl did not approach the house to eavesdrop, he continued: "At that time, the owl should have been lying in ambush in the dark. We didn't notice it, but Black Hawk found it.
At that time, the owl could not confirm whether we were Black Hawk's companions, so it did not take action immediately.
If at that time, we collected the dragon-slaying materials together in peace."
"Then we really can't explain it, meow." Pig Chop finally understood.