MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 680 closed village

  Chapter 680 Closed Village

  If you have to choose the "most mysterious" village in the world, Sinard Village will be elected without controversy.

   There are actually many remote villages, such as Keket Village, Bokai Village, and Jiangbo Village.

  However, these villages also communicate with the outside world on a daily basis, unlike Sinard Village, which is completely self-sufficient. Whether it is a businessman or a tourist, you may not see a few people throughout the year.

  How did this isolation come about?

  People who have been to Sinard Village in the future may guess that the villagers are xenophobic due to special folk customs, but those who have been here in person will find that the villagers of Sinard Village are unexpectedly hospitable.

  The only thing preventing people from coming and going is the terrain.

  Xiqi Country is a large island in the East China Sea, and it is also the origin and hometown of the Dragon Race.

  However, the resources here are scarce and the transportation is inconvenient. The vast majority of dragon races have been scattered throughout the continent in the past countless years, integrating with human civilization.

  The once glorious dragon-human civilization has long since dissipated in the long river of history, leaving only large fragments of broken ancient ruins dotted everywhere.

  Lonely hanging overseas, few people live, these two points have screened out more than 90% of businessmen and travelers.

   This is just to Xiqi Country.

  If you want to reach Sinard Village, you have to go to the sky mountain range where the mountain is almost straight up and down, where various monsters appear, all the way up to the position close to the highest peak, and you can see this small village hidden on the mountain top platform.

   Difficulties and obstacles are considered light.

   Later, with the development of aviation technology, the difficulty of coming to Sinard Village was greatly reduced. Coupled with the strange scenery of Sky Mountain, if the local area is willing to cooperate with publicity, it may also develop a little tourism and become lively.

  However, for this dragon village with a very high average age, it is not necessary to be lively, but it will disturb their peaceful life.

   Young dragon people who yearn for the outside world often find ways to go down the mountain and leave, such as the village head of Jiangbo Village back then.

  Most of the rest are old people who can accept this kind of indifference, a cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, watching Yunfa in a daze for a whole day, and finding that it is common to forget to light a pipe.

  Self-cultivation and self-cultivation, the posture of tending the crops seems to be trimming flowers and plants. This indifferent and leisurely isolation from the world cannot be experienced in other places.

  The most intuitive experience is that when the Isana landed in Jiangbo Village, curious villagers almost surrounded them.

   When it was docked at the edge of the hilltop platform where Sinard Village was located, most of the villagers acted as if they hadn't seen them, except for a lively dragon-human child holding a windmill and running to watch.

   Farming on your own, strolling, enjoying the breeze.

  Fengying was the first to jump off the boat, and then she was entangled by that lively child. Fortunately, she was also a talkative person, chatting lively.

   "Amazing! Big whale! Huge whale!"

   "Awesome! Haven't seen it before, ahahaha!"

  “.”

  Gordon glanced over there and stopped paying attention. Fengying can mingle with local children wherever she goes.

  He looked sideways at the head of the brigade, "Let's go see Dasengzheng first? These piles of Jiangbo village specialties can't be piled up in the cabin all the time, making the whole boat smell like dried fish."

   "Let's go!" The head of the brigade straightened his hat and strode down the slab.

   "Do you need us to go together?" Anshir asked.

  Gordon thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "No need, a few hunters in full armor followed, as if they were going to do something. The monk and I know each other, so I can go."

   Anshir nodded, whistled to Gale Feng, and prepared to take it around.

   Gale almost rushed over in one jump. These days on the airship, it was almost suffocated.

   Before Gordon and the head of the brigade had time to leave the Isana, a squint-eyed young man from the Dragon Race greeted him.

  Looking at the small windmill on the young man's waist, Gordon suddenly felt a little emotional—this scene was exactly the same as when he came to hunt down the beetles a few years ago.

   "The great monk is right, long time no see." Without thinking too much, Gordon raised his hand in greeting.

  The eminent monk dressed as a "kind farmer" froze, and almost couldn't hold back the kindly smiling expression on his face.

  Like his elder brother, Monk Zheng also had a good memory, at least he didn't forget who Gordon he met a few years ago.

   Holding back the "may the wind guide you" that was about to blurt out, he said helplessly: "Mr. Gordon, the great monk is just my position when offering sacrifices in the temple, and I am just an ordinary young villager at ordinary times."

  Gordon shrugged, obviously not taking what the monk said to heart, he pointed to the head of the brigade beside him, and briefly introduced his identity.

   "Huh? A letter from my brother? And a gift from my brother?" The monk who claimed to be a young villager seemed a little surprised.

  The head of the brigade took out the letter from his waist bag and handed it to the other party.

  Looking at the handwriting on the envelope and confirming that it was indeed his brother's handwritten letter, the monk was smiling happily, and the pile of special products on the ship were secondary.

  The monk was leading the brigade leader and they found the elder in the village, an old man of the dragon tribe who fits the stereotype of the "old dragon man".

  Let him help arrange for the few young and strong in the village to help carry and distribute the special products sent by the elder brother. This is a gift from the elder brother to the whole village.

  Gordon and the others finally figured out that the elder in front of him is the main speaker in Sinard Village. The great monk is in a detached position, but it is more manifested in the religious level. Most of the daily affairs in the village are in charge of the former.

  Hearing the news from the big-nosed village head of Jiangbo Village, the elder was not as happy as Da Sengzheng, but instead felt that his nose was not a nose or an eye.

   This is a very traditional and serious old man. The way the Jiangbo village abandoned the village and the monk's official duties made him really not a good impression of him.

  If it wasn't for the great monk's good advice, he wouldn't even send people to touch those special products.

   This atmosphere made Gordon and the others feel a little bad.

  As early as the previous avoidance attitude of Jiangbo Village, he could see that for the people of Sinard Village, pure white dragon scales seemed to symbolize some kind of taboo and ominousness.

  Right now, the elder is angry, and asking about it may not lead to any good results, so he can only look for opportunities later.

  Elder is a reasonable person. Although he was displeased with that big nose in Jiangbo Village, he did not extend his dissatisfaction to outsiders like them.

   While sulking, he did not forget to arrange board and lodging for everyone in the brigade.

The brigade plus the Silver Edge Hunting Group, as well as cats and dogs, have a large number of people. If there were not enough cabins on the Isana, it would not be easy for a small village to accommodate a large group of outsiders like them. .

   At night, the monk was inviting everyone from the brigade to his home.

  A large number of meals that are not exquisite, but very local, have been put on the table.

  No matter what the elders and those stubborn old guys in the village think, as the younger brother of the village head of Jiangbo Village, at least the monk is himself, and I am very grateful to everyone in the brigade for bringing news about their loved ones.

  Looking at the small windmill whirling outside the window, he smiled and said: "The wind of fate guides us to meet here, the hospitality is not good, you are welcome, please use it."

  (end of this chapter)