readx;? Ian hesitated for a long time, but still told Vincent about his identity as a hunter, but he did not explain that he was a senior hunter, but he explained the injury to his right shoulder. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Vincent apparently knew that the hunter profession had become extinct in the coastal cities. He looked at Ian's right shoulder, frowned, and said, "Muscle tear? I think it's a fatal injury for a hunter." ”

Ian smiled bitterly and nodded: "That's right, strictly speaking, I have lost the ability to hunt, and I can't be considered a hunter anymore." ”

Hearing Ian say this, the first and second officers both looked a little disappointed. As Vincent had said before, they needed help, but now it seemed that Ian was having little to offer. Vincent, however, waved his hand indifferently: "Even if you don't use your strength anymore, you still have the sense of smell as a hunter." I've heard that powerful hunters can track down small prey like rabbits in the mountains. ”

As he spoke, Vincent looked at Ian with burning eyes: "You performed well tonight, and I hope that in the coming days, your insight will still be so sharp." ”

Ian nodded and said I'll do my best. In fact, he can only do his best, how can he have any insight, just inadvertently saw it just now, although he has the identity of a senior hunter in the hall, but this can't change the fact that he is a hunter who has not been trained and is a monk halfway.

"Okay, you go back and rest first, and if you have any ideas, come and tell me as soon as possible. ”

Ian nodded again and turned to leave. Originally, he also wanted to mention to Vincent about Nartimis, that is, the King of the Sea, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up. One is that he is not yet convinced that the account in that book is correct, and that rash mention of it may cause greater fear. The second is that Vincent's understanding of hunters is limited to hunters in mountain villages, otherwise, when it comes to hunters, he should not immediately think of hunters' insight, but should think of dragons, which are the lifelong enemies of great hunters.

Therefore, if you really mention Nartimis to them, I am afraid it will have no effect, and it will have the opposite effect.

Seeing that Ian was back, Tim lowered his voice and asked, "How is it? What did he say to you?"

Ian glared at him angrily, said let's sleep, and then turned around, lay on the ground and closed his eyes. Although Tim was a little unwilling, seeing that Ian was unwilling to deal with him, he could only mumble a few words, and turned over and went to sleep.

Soon, Tim's loud snoring reached Ian's ears. Ian was a little annoyed by his noise, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Vincent and the first and second assistants still gathered around the sea monkey sculpture. The first and second officers were discussing something intensely, while Vincent was silent, as if thinking about something.

A gentle breeze swept through the trees, and the candles on the torches flickered incessantly, giving off a dazzling glow. Ian was a little sleepy after all, so he slowly closed his eyes in the dazzling light.

He slept until noon, until the harsh sunlight woke him up. He opened his eyes, sat up, and found that the crew had already lit a campfire and were preparing lunch. The smoke curled up into the air, turning into white mist, and the sultry fragrance poured into Ian's nostrils, making Ian's appetite suddenly increase.

He turned his head to see that Tim was still asleep, drooling profusely.

"Young man, you're finally up. Newman smiled and sat down next to Ian and brought him a bowl of fish soup, "Let's have something to eat." ”

Ian said thank you a little embarrassed, then took the fish soup and drank it slowly. Newman, on the other hand, talked to him without a match, mostly on topics that were not nutritious, and Ian could deal with them casually, until Newman suddenly came aback.

"You're a hunter. ”

Ian chuckled inwardly. He looked at Newman in surprise: "Captain Vincent told you?"

"Vincent? Oh, no, no, he didn't tell me. Newman smiled and shook his head, "I can tell from the position in which you are sleeping. ”

"Sleeping position?" Ian was stunned, he had never known what position he was sleeping in.

"Well, the position in which you sleep. "When you sleep, the whole person is curled up, which is a very insecure sleeping position in the eyes of ordinary people, but at the same time, it is also the sleeping position that can react the fastest when encountering danger." And your hand is always in your pocket, and if I'm not mistaken, it's probably a knife in your pocket. ”

Ian subconsciously touched his pocket and touched a hard thing, the dagger that Rudo had left for him.

Looking at Ian's incredulous look, Newman smiled very casually: "Don't get me wrong, I was in business in the inland in my early years and met an old hunter. He once told me that many of the hunter's moves are forced to learn, and that they must be prepared for danger at all times. After all, in the jungle your opponents are not only harmless rabbits and foxes, but also fierce wolves and bears. The more hunting a hunter is, the more experienced he is, the more he can see the clues in his habits, even if it is very likely that he does not know it. ”

Ian thought about it, and it seemed that this was really the case. Because he didn't know when he would sleep with the knife in his hand. It could have been in Luther's Mills, or it could have been in Tellmis, and he had inadvertently had this habit, this habit that belonged to hunters.

After chatting with Newman for a few more days, the team decided to continue on their way. Tim was pulled out of his sleep in a daze, and then walked in the center of the line while eating dry food and rubbing his eyes. Ian thinks he's just here for a tourist.

Babylon Island is huge, and the deeper you go, the more branches are intertwined. They had to slow down, and the sturdy crews opened the way with axes, and they marched at a speed of an hour and two miles. They still didn't find any animals, as if it was a dead place, as Ian had said before.

From noon to sunset, finally some people can't keep up. They were panting and sweating, as if they had been fished out of a river. Vincent was ready to give the order to rest, after all, it was not on the periphery, and it was very dangerous to travel at night in this kind of terrain.

But at this moment, the second officer who opened the road in front of him exclaimed: "Oh my God, guess what I saw?"

Everyone looked forward and their mouths grew in unison.

They saw a village.

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