The Lonely City East Hunting Meeting, a table in the corner. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Hal and Buck are back from a successful hunt and are now celebrating.

The twin knives behind Buck's back have been replaced with twin blades made from the Great Monster Bird material, and completing the mission of hunting the Poison Bird has left Buck with enough money to craft new weapons. Buck is very happy now, and in this celebration he gave Hal a drink, which is usually Hal who advises him to drink, and today may be really happy. But Hal could see that Buck had something on his mind today.

"I won't be happy to be like this with a new weapon, what's the matter, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell my master." Hal drank the beer in his glass in one gulp, and wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "It's not a way for you to be so drunk, it's better to say it comfortably." ”

Buck, who had just finished drinking a glass of beer, heard Hal's words, and listened to the hand that was about to pour the wine, and the tip of his nose was a little red, I don't know if it was because he was too drunk or because he was sad.

"Master, you never asked me about the past and treated me so well, this is something I never dared to imagine before, I often wonder, will this be just a dream bubble, I am afraid that after waking up from the dream, you will be gone, I will go back to the old time when I was bullied everywhere."

The large glass of beer that Hal had just poured in his hand continued to be drunk by Hal in one gulp, "How come, Master, I have survived like this before, don't worry, the dawn will come after the long night passes." Why don't we talk about our past. Isn't it too stuffy just to drink, hey, that kid from Zoan actually went on his own mission again. ”

"Okay, then I'll start talking about my past." Buck poured wine into his cup, stared at the golden, blackened liquid, and began to recount his past.

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It was a very poor family with four people, parents, brothers and sisters. His father was a hunter, and their family had been hunters for generations, and as his elder brother, he would be a hunter in the future.

I don't really know how strong my father is as a hunter, but the surrounding villagers will greet my father with respect when they see him, it seems that my father is a good hunter, and he will become a hunter respected by the villagers in the future. It would seem like a good idea to be such a hunter, as he often thought at the time.

When I was a child, I was always very happy, and in addition to learning some knowledge about hunting from my father every day, I basically used it to play at other times without adults to blame.

He remembers once going to the beach with a few children in the village to play in the water, and did not return until long after the sun had set, and the other children were beaten or scolded by their parents, but his parents were indifferent to this, and just calmly asked him if he had eaten dinner, whether he should be happy or disappointed.

Boredom and carefree childhood. The boring time will pass quickly.

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That year, his mother fell ill, and his father searched for famous doctors everywhere but could not cure his mother's illness, so he could only temporarily exchange high medicine for his mother's temporary health. The family was already very poor.,In order to have money to buy medicine for my mother.,My father sold all the materials obtained from hunting.,It was the first time he saw his father take out real monster materials to show him.,But after reading this time.,He won't have a chance to look at it again in the future.,Every time my father returns from hunting, he will immediately go to the material store to sell the materials obtained from hunting.。

The aunt in the store also because of the number of times her father came, and gradually began to lower the price of the materials sold by her father, and there was only one material store in the village, although the price was suppressed, and the father had to sell the materials. Because without money, the family will not be able to afford expensive medicines, and the mother will continue to become weak and even die due to the lack of medication.

It seems that since his mother became ill, his father's time to explain hunting knowledge to him has begun to decrease. Sometimes every three or four days, sometimes every other week, and the content of each lecture began to diminish gradually. He began to observe that gray hairs began to grow in his father's hair.

The surrounding villagers also began to gradually change their attitudes towards their father. It's impossible for my father not to see it, it's just that my father deliberately pretended not to see it. My father still had a smile on his face at them.

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When my mother was ill for almost a year, while continuing my mother's fragile life with expensive drugs, my father was also entrusted to go hunting, and he kept looking for a cure for his mother. The family's materials have long been sold out, and the money from the father's hunting and the sale of the materials is still unaffordable for the high cost of medicine. My father began to borrow money from all around him, from the surrounding villagers to the hunters he knew, as long as he could borrow money.

Until he borrowed all the people around him, no one wanted to lend money to his father again.

My father's gray hair has become more and more, and only a year has passed, but my father's appearance looks like he has aged many years after decades. This was something he discovered when his father gave him a lecture on hunting, and the time he gave him was very varied, sometimes several times a week, sometimes not once a week. He cherished every opportunity for his father to explain, and he wanted to wait until he had learned about the same as he would start to apply to the Hunters' Guild to become a hunter, so that he could lighten the burden on his father's shoulders.

In general, these times are still relatively warm when I think about them, at least the family is still living together happily. Although the eyes of the surrounding villagers looking at their father have long since lost the respect they had before, and there is even a trace of disdain in their eyes.

But in my father's eyes, these were all unimportant things.

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The family was a family of hunters, which his father often told him. The weapon in my father's hand was a weapon handed down from my ancestors. It was a weapon called a double knife, consisting of two short blades of similar shape, the double blade in my father's hand was blue, and the pattern on it was said to be the weapon as soon as it was cast, but the blade was shiny, and it was able to reflect the things reflected on it, and the sharp blade could easily cut through the rock, and it was no exaggeration to say that the iron was like clay.

But the father could not protect the knife, and for the sake of his mother's illness and a pile of debts, the father sold it to a passing merchant. The merchant's bid seemed to be high, as his father always looked hesitant, and the merchant was eager to buy the weapon. The weapon left their home that day, following the passing merchant to an unknown place.