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- "Grandpa, grandpa, what are you looking at?" A child of seven or eight years old, holding a toy dagger in his hand, jumped on the old man.
The old man smiled and touched his grandson's head, "Looking at the photos, hey, time flies so fast!"
"Let me see, Grandpa, isn't this the Miss Hunter who just returned with the expedition team in triumph a few days ago? Oh, no, she is a little younger than her." The grandson stood on tiptoes, leaned against Grandpa, and looked at Grandpa Photo in hand.
"That's her. This is a photo of grandpa and her when he was fifty years old." The old man pointed to the two people in the photo.
In the photo, there is an old man and a young man, a man and a woman. The woman on the right is wearing shabby green bear equipment and holding a silver-white sword with a surprised expression. The one on the left is a man in his fifties with a half-white beard and silver strands on his head. He is holding a recording board in his hand and placed it neatly on both sides of his body. The expression on his face uses the word "expectation". The description is somehow not inconsistent at all.
"Wow, grandpa actually took a photo with Constes? Miss Custer took a photo!" The grandson looked at his grandpa with admiring eyes.
"It's Miss Constance Rollins." The old man said the hunter's full name, half lying on the rocking chair, eyes slightly closed, recalling the scene when they first met.
"Grandpa, tell me how you met Miss Rollins, tell me!" the grandson begged, shaking the old man's thigh.
"Okay, okay." The old man couldn't stand the "torture" of his grandson, so he stood up and carefully wrapped the photo in silk and put it back in the depths of the storage box.
"I remember it was an ordinary day in May ten years ago" The old man was lying on the rocking chair, rocking back and forth slightly, organizing his words, and telling the memories in his mind to his curious grandson.
I was already a retired hunter at that time. I was in my fifties, my bones were a little weak, and I had injuries from many years of hunting. I could no longer fight against powerful monsters.
But I am a hunter in the guild. As a retired seventh-level hunter, the guild has given me a safe and leisurely position as an examiner, specializing in assessing first-level to second-level hunters.
As the test monster, the Dog Dragon King cannot pose a threat to me even if I am old, let alone any hunter who comes to take the test without full confidence?
That day was just an ordinary attendance for me, but it also allowed me to witness the rise of a hunter destined to be extraordinary.
Riddell, my colleague, came to my office with a girl, she is now Miss Hunter.
She was very young, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a worn-out Green Bear suit with bloodstains in many places, and her originally white and tender skin had been tanned to a light yellow.
I came to the conclusion from her attire that she must be a hard-working girl after having experienced hundreds of battles and hunted many monsters, even the Green Bear Beast was killed by her.
¡°But Riddle actually told me to ask me to be the invigilator for this little girl. I thought he was crazy. Why would a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl come to me? Shouldn't she be learning the basics of hunting safely at home, or playing with her companions without any worries?
Finally, when he quietly told me that this girl was a child of a big family and asked me to take more care of her, I completely changed my view of Miss Hunter at that time.
The tattered equipment on her body became a reflection of her lack of care for the equipment. The Green Bear equipment on her body was to show off her wealth and was not obtained from hunting. And the fact that she was able to take the exam at a young age must be because of her strong background. She is just a "hunter". "Second generation" is all.
¡°Hey, the disease of hatred against the big family that Grandpa contracted when he was young completely broke out at that moment.
The original appreciation disappeared in an instant.
After Riddle left, I asked her name in a routine manner, Constance? I had never heard of it. I had never heard of a young and promising huntress named Constance at that time. I became more confident in my own opinion and firmly believed that the girl in front of me was just a "second-generation hunter." idea.
"But the responsibilities still need to be fulfilled. As an old hunter, I cannot act as dishonestly as those young people. Although I have a prejudice against the "second generation hunter" in front of me, I still asked for information such as age and other information in accordance with the regulations.
When I heard "fifteen years old" coming from her slightly hoarse throat, this age that should have been praised, the age that should have been called a "genius" was only replaced by my grandpa's disdain.
Oh, damn, at that time I actually strengthened my prejudice against Miss Hunter.
When we were traveling, we were supposed to take a hot air balloon to the hunting ground, but at my stubborn request we walked instead. I even called it a test, but in fact it was just me making things difficult for this "second generation hunter". I just wanted to watch. Look at the lady who usually travels in carriages and hot air balloons, in these five??What a mess it would be in the desert.
¡°I didn¡¯t expect at the time that I would be the first to be struck down by the heat.
Looking at the girl walking vigorously and hurriedly in front of me, I could only catch up behind me with sweating profusely.
At that time, I foolishly blamed my age on my age.
Fortunately, the hunting area for the exam was not far from Lockak, so I didn¡¯t lose face in front of the pampered "second generation hunter".
Cold drinks, whetstones.
That¡¯s right, the ¡°second-generation hunter¡± girl only took out these things from the supply box. You must know that an advanced hunter will study the map carefully before entering the hunting area, but she didn¡¯t even turn over the map.
If it were someone else, I might write a comment for her that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. After all, it is understandable that newcomers lack common sense and need encouragement.
And the girl in front of me, influenced by the prejudice in my heart, wrote an ignorant and ignorant comment for her. Fortunately in the misfortune, this matter was not known by the current Hunting Lady, otherwise Grandpa, I would be very embarrassed. !
Map! I also wanted to remind the girl to bring a map, but the prejudice in my heart was at work again. With the intention of seeing someone make a fool of myself, I held back my words against my will.
Hey, genius is genius. Grandpa, a mediocre hunter, really didn¡¯t expect that the girl seemed to have entered her own home as soon as she entered the hunting area. She easily traveled through three areas and arrived at the Dog Dragon King¡¯s lair as quickly as possible. forward.
???????????? At this time, Grandpa and I had a slight change in my opinion of her, and I had some expectations for her hunting. Sure enough, Miss Hunter Ji did not disappoint Grandpa and me when she was a girl.
Shock!
Precisely dodging, as if her body was covered with eyes, the girl could dodge the Dog Dragon King's sharp claws with an accuracy of just one centimeter.
??The continuous attacks, one wave after another, hit him head and face, and the Dog Dragon King was breathless. The king's anger was dispersed by the girl's swords.
The ability to seize opportunities is even more astonishing. It was clearly an impact that the Dog Dragon King had been preparing for a long time, but it was intercepted in advance by the girl and severely damaged.
I felt like I was watching an art performance at that time. The bloody hunting turned into art under the girl¡¯s sword. I still have endless aftertaste when I think about it now!
That feeling really cannot be expressed in words. I was impressed by the girl's skills at that time, and all the prejudices in my heart were swept away.
In just eight minutes, just eight minutes, before I woke up from the shock, the girl conquered the Dog Dragon King with a sword. She only used a sword with one hand, and the round shield became an ornament in her hands. The girl's avoidance made the round The shield becomes useless.
If the equipment were not a symbol of the identity and strength of the hunter, I would have suggested that the girl take off her armor and go into battle lightly. This would definitely allow Ms. Hunter to display her talents better. Maybe it only takes seven minutes, or less, to hunt the Dog Dragon King. What's up?
It¡¯s funny to say that the first thing I did after returning home was to tear up the paper with the ¡°vicious¡± comments I had written on it. I tore it cleanly and burned it on fire, for fear that people would see it.
When the general review was sent, there was only one word written on it, genius.
Oh, fortunately, my grandfather was so excited that he took Miss Hunter and took a photo, but there was no longer that precious photo!
"It turns out that grandpa and Miss Rollins have such a story! In the future, I will become as powerful a hunter as Miss Rollins." After listening to his grandfather's story, the grandson was immediately full of confidence.
The old man recalled the last part and touched his grandson's head, "No, I want to call you Miss Constance. Miss Constance doesn't like to be called Miss Rawlings."
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