Chapter 676: The Ties of Human Relationships

Gordon wanted to simplify things, but the brigade leader obviously didn't want this simplicity.

He didn't even mean to ask the big-nosed village chief, and directly jumped to the topic, pulling the latter to talk enthusiastically about delivering things.

The leader even emphasized that this matter did not owe favors to anyone, nor did it require money or goods, just to make friends, and the village chief could explain everything in the letter sent back.

As for how to ask the answer he wanted from the great monk, it was his own business.

Gordon understood that this might also be a strategy of retreating to advance. As long as the attitude is sincere enough, he can always gain some initial goodwill.

After removing the sugar-coated cannonball, only the delicious sugar is left, but when a cannonball-sized cannonball is hit in the face, doesn't it have to take two steps back?

The brigade leader and the big-nosed village chief ordered stronger wine and started the second round of "mature men".

Gordon was not interested in participating in it. Anyway, the business that should be discussed was finished, so he said goodbye and left the tavern.

Jiangbo Village was very quiet after nightfall. No one could be seen on the village road. It was not like those big cities with so-called "night life".

In such a pioneer village, there are often only two options for night activities: go home to sleep or go to the pub for a drink.

But not everyone likes to drink.

Gordon walked slowly.

Autumn is the season of frequent monsoons. Jiangbo Village is located at the seaside. The night wind is relatively strong and whistling. The moisture of the sea water blowing on the body is not very comfortable, but it can blow away the smell of alcohol.

Gordon did not want to go back to the small cabin of the Isana to sleep for the time being, so he strolled along the village road.

This aimless stroll can relax the mind.

When he came to his senses, he was very close to the dense forest at the edge of the village. The road extended into the depths of the dense forest until it reached the invisible darkness.

"This fence wall does not look like it can stop large monsters. Did the hunters stationed in the village clear the nearby dense forest too cleanly?" Gordon muttered and prepared to go back.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked towards the dense forest.

He heard some noises, but he didn't feel nervous.

Even though he didn't carry any weapons at this time, the protective gear was what he wore daily, so it was difficult for ordinary monsters to pose a threat to him.

Moreover, the noise didn't sound like a monster.

A moment later, a figure appeared at the end of the road.

The man was not tall, about 170 cm tall, with a well-proportioned physique, carrying a huge package on his shoulders, walking slowly, and obviously very tired.

Noticing the huge figure in front of him, he was obviously stunned, and subconsciously reached for the hilt of the sword, but when he confirmed that it was a person standing there in the dim moonlight, he stopped.

"Rossi?" He called out tentatively.

The tallest person in the village was his greatsword partner, but the man in front of him seemed to be taller and stronger than Rossi.

"Hmm"

Gordon realized that he was blocking the way and made way.

The two looked at each other curiously. After a few seconds, Gordon spoke first: "You are Keo, right? The village chief mentioned you. I am Gordon, a hunter passing by."

"I am Keo, hello, Mr. Gordon." Keo was a very polite young man. He took the initiative to extend his hand and shook hands with Gordon.

Just as Gordon was thinking whether he should leave, Keo suddenly invited him: "Mr. Gordon, do you want to come to my house?"

Seemingly realizing that his invitation was a bit abrupt, Keo scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Ah, sorry, sorry, I almost forgot it's so late, ahaha"

From this hunter whose youthfulness has not completely faded, Gordon saw some of his past shadows. He thought about it and smiled and said: "Just now, I am a little thirsty, so I'll just go and ask for a cup of tea."

"Ah, good!" Keo seemed very happy.

Carrying the heavy package behind him, Keo quickened his pace and led Gordon to the house where he lived.

After asking Gordon to sit down at the only table, he lit the lamp, put down his bag and weapons, and then Keo hurried to boil water and make tea.

Gordon looked around in the light of the lamp.

This is a typical hunter's hut, about 20 to 30 square meters, not very spacious, and not divided into inside and outside, but the walls, roof, doors and windows are all very solid, and not a single wind or rain can leak in.

Jiangbo Village is a typical pioneer village. As a resident hunter, Keo probably has a lot of tasks on weekdays. I'm afraid he doesn't have the time or carpentry skills to take care of this small house.

It should be the help of the villagers.

After burning firewood and boiling water, Keo found that the tea leaves at home had already moldy. He wanted to run out to borrow some from other families, but was stopped by Gordon.

"Don't bother so much, just drink some water." Gordon said with a smile.

He didn't really come here for the cup of tea.

Kio ​​seemed a little embarrassed. Gordon gestured for him to sit down and took the initiative to start the topic. "When I first debuted, I also considered coming to Jiangbo Village. Jiangbo Village had just been established at that time.

If I had come at that time, we might have known each other a long time ago."

Under Gordon's lead, Kio, who was not introverted by nature, soon opened up.

The rebellious boy of fifteen or sixteen years old left the Dongduoluma Hunter Training Camp and took his father's water dragon double swords and ran to Jiangbo Village recklessly.

Even with a good weapon, he couldn't even beat the big wild boar and the blue speed dragon at the beginning.

Later, with the help of a crossbowman named Kurt Aiz, he gradually made up for the missing foundation and gradually grew up and matured.

"Kut Aiz, haha, it turns out to be that guy, he is your master." Gordon knew this guy, he is also a hunter in Dongdoruma, a very good heavy crossbow user, and a guild knight.

"Mr. Kurt Aiz didn't let me call him master." Kio scratched his head.

"That guy's personality is indeed a bit awkward." Gordon commented casually.

Kio ​​asked curiously: "Are Mr. Gordon and Kurt Aiz familiar with each other?"

"Not very familiar, he and my senior brother are both guild knights, so we have met a few times."

"Is that so"

Looking at Kio's slightly hesitant look, Gordon couldn't help but smile. He could roughly guess what the other party was hesitating about.

Probably want to ask him how to become stronger or something like that?

The experiences of the two are actually somewhat similar. Both left their hometowns when they were teenagers. He went from a small mountain village to a big city, while Kio was just the opposite.

Coming to a new environment, he was confused, and was taken care of by his predecessors, and gradually grew up.

Then, he encountered a bottleneck.

When he first arrived in East Doruma, his state of mind was actually very similar to that of Kio. His performance as a four-star hunter was considered very good among his peers, but how could he go further?

I don't understand, I don't know.

At that time, I had just met Feng Ying. In Feng Ying's eyes, I might be mature, powerful and confident, but is it really so?

As the core move of the greatsword user, the strong charging slash was "stolen" from the drunken greatsword user in the tavern, and then I worked it out by fighting monsters.

There was no way to learn the real charging slash.

It was not until I met the master that I finally had the opportunity for explosive growth, transformed my accumulation into strength, and jumped to the upper level in just half a year.

In Gordon's view, Kio had obviously entered this stage.

At this time, it was the most appropriate option for him to travel and find his own opportunity for transformation.

But he was obviously bound.

The word "constraint" may not sound nice, but to put it another way it is - the ties of human affection.