After the airship took off, Gordon learned that on this airship named Yunfei, in addition to the new self and pork chops, there were actually only three people in the crew -

The person in charge of this observation project, the "professor", the mysterious old man of the dragon race, seems to have positions in the Hunter Guild, the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau, and the Wang Li Paleontology Scholar Team at the same time, and is a hardcore scholar who puts the exploration of the unknown above everything.

Lao Hei, an airship operator and mechanic, a member of the logistics department of Wang Li's paleontology scrivener team, a warm and bold man, Gordon has a good conversation with him.

Finally, there is a thin young man named Alva, blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and introverted, who seems to be a student of the professor, and is responsible for assisting the professor in observing and recording work.

When the airship passed through the low-altitude clouds, rose to an altitude of more than two thousand meters and began to fly smoothly, the three men went their separate jobs.

Old Black was at the helm and kept track of the route in real time, the professor scurryed between the instruments like a mouse, and the apprentice scrivener Alva tried to follow him, scrambling to record every set of data he reported.

Among the large number of instruments, the only thing Gordon could recognize was the telescope, and after the monkey looked at the moon for a while, Gordon, who felt bored, had to go back to the cabin first.

The cabin was filled with supplies, instruments, and materials, and there were no beds to fit in, replaced by a few rudimentary hammocks.

The pork chop was lying in one of the hammocks, humming and chirping.

It was seasick

It seems that it is better to try to take the road route in the future.

After taking care of the little one for a while, and when it had gone to sleep, Gordon went into idle mode, and for a few minutes he was in a daze, and he couldn't sit still and went back to the deck.

The professor seems to have just finished a round of data logging and returned to the cabin to do his own research, and Alva, who was also idle for the time being, was about to take out a book to pass the time, when he was caught by Gordon.

Facing Gordon, who was twenty centimeters taller than him and weighed nearly twice as much, Alva subconsciously shrank his neck.

But while at the helm, Lao Hei, who still had time to look around, said: "Hahaha, you two are about the same age, can you talk more."

Alva, a nerd who locks himself in his room and reads to death, can't become a full member of the scrivener team, and communicating with all kinds of people to gain knowledge and information is also one of the important jobs of the scriveners! ”

Out of politeness, Alva bowed to Gordon shyly, and introduced himself like a mosquito, "Hello Mr. Hunter, I'm Alva, a midshipman of the Scrivener Corps, and please advise." ”

Originally, he was just going to come over to get acquainted, but if the other party didn't want to talk more, Gordon, who would retreat, also laughed when he heard this, he waved his hand and said: "Don't use honorifics, just call me Gordon, don't look at my big size, in fact, I'm only nineteen years old." ”

"Huh? I'm also nineteen years old. ”

Alva seemed to be a little more relaxed when he noticed that he was the same age as himself, and he pushed his glasses that had slipped to the bridge of his nose, and just as he was about to say something more, he was attracted by the orange-red carapace and scales on Gordon's armor.

"This, this, this! This is the carapace of the Great Monster Bird, right?! Can I touch it? The young clerk suddenly approached Gordon with a very different exuberance and enthusiasm from his previous personality.

"Yes, you can." Gordon subconsciously leaned back, but did not refuse Alva's request.

"Obviously a creature of the Upper family of Ornithosaurus has evolved a carapace similar to that of the Upper Family of Wyverns, although the form is slightly different, but this is already another manifestation that is completely different from scales! Yes! And this wing membrane! ”

Alva stretched out his fingers and tugged hard at a piece of wing membrane at the junction of Gordon's abdominal armor, "All kinds of thin and tough membranes, not covered with scales, so they are not as strong as the Wyvern, but they have a flexibility similar to that of the Wing Hand."

Alva chattered like no one, but Gordon's face was full of black lines.

Is this guy really interested in any of this?

In order to prevent the other party from continuing to be "stunned", Gordon took the initiative to speak: "Alva, have you never seen these carapace wing membranes or anything like that with your own eyes before?" ”

Alva, who was awakened from his own world, realized that he was about to stick to Gordon, and hurriedly took a few steps back, and said with some trepidation: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm rude!" ”

"It's okay, don't care."

Alva pushed his glasses and continued, "There are these in the herbarium where the Minagard Scrivener is stationed, but they are all samples kept in glass cases, and trainees like us are not qualified to get their hands on them.

And those specimens are all years old, and they don't have these freshness on you, Gordon. ”

Fresh is ok.

Gordon joked: "After you become a member of the official scrivener team, you will have the right to issue a mission to hire hunters to protect you from entering the hunting ground and observe the monster ecology up close, and at that time, what you see will be the most 'fresh'." ”

"Is it okay?!" Alva's turquoise eyes seemed to be shining, "Is there a chance for someone like me to go into the wild and witness those magical creatures with their own eyes?!" ”

Looking at Alva's thin shoulders and chest, and then at his slender arms and legs, Gordon touched his chin and said, "Are you running fast?" ”

"Huh?"

"It's just running, for example, when a monster strikes, and the hunter and the monster are in a fight, you can't just stand still and watch, right? At this time, you need to run quickly, of course, you can't run too far, don't be bitten by other monsters. ”

"Hara, is that so? I'm not good at sports, but can I go and practice? Alva's tone was full of unconfidence in himself.

"I understand that the scrivener team members always have to run around in the field, sampling, observing, painting, etc., and their physical strength is too poor.

In addition to reading books, you can also exercise more, squat, frog jump, long-distance running or something, although if you run fast, you may not be able to run away when you encounter monsters, but it's better than staying where you are and waiting to die. ”

"Kid Gordon is right." There was also a voice of approval from Lao Hei's side.

"Scriveners can't just rely on hunters for protection when they walk in the wilderness, and many experienced scriveners choose to investigate on their own.

They don't have the power to fight monsters head-on like hunters, but they can use their knowledge, use the natural environment, speculate on the monster's action patterns, and with a pair of hard feet, they can also repeatedly turn danger into disaster.

Just like the one you admire the most, the head of the research class of the third New World Ancient Dragon Investigation Group, even the professor said that he is a 'man like the wind', do you think it refers to personality?

No, it's running speed. ”

Alva: "."

Gordon's words with the old black seemed to open a whole new door for him.

In the past, he always felt that the most important thing for a scribe is knowledge, which is the brain, and the most direct way to absorb knowledge to enrich the brain is to read books.

He had the confidence that no one of his peers had read more books than he did, but that wasn't enough, and if he wanted to break through the shackles of writing, see them for himself, and get up close and personal with those fascinating creatures, he had to go out into the wild.

Use your own feet and go out into the wild!

(End of chapter)