Autumn goes to winter, spring leaves summer solstice, and it is nearly a year ago to escape from death under the "Queen's Market".

An airboat landed on a platform in the mountains.

"Ahh The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the mountains are green! Finally, the ** is back! Gordon, who jumped off the airboat, spread his arms wide.

He breathed deeply, greedily pouring the fresh, slightly humid mountain air into his lungs, washing away the damn sulfur smell until his mind was slightly dizzy.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Anhill taunted Gordon, but couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Mockery aside, but he had to admit in his heart that the air quality in Bernard Village was much better than the scorching, pungent and gray air of the volcanic area.

"I really stayed long enough on this trip to the volcano." Gordon exhaled the last trace of turbidity in his lungs, and his body seemed to become relaxed, "Look at the pork chops, hahahaha!" ”

"Meow--#!"

If the coat is lighter, the hair color will gradually darken when staying in hot areas for a long time.

The pork chop at the moment is dark brown and looks like it has been burnt......

Based on the experience of digging the talisman a few years ago, it is estimated that it will take several months for this coat color to fade back.

"Two and a half months, it's really long enough, and that man with glasses can really make people call." Anhil rubbed the head of the pork chop and chuckled, "Go back and have someone bring you hair protection cream from Dondoruma." ”

"I said, is that really that good digging equipment? Is it worth squatting in the depths of the volcano and serving as a guard for the archaeological team of the Dragon Calendar Academy for more than two months? Gordon smacked his mouth.

Two or three months for his companion is nothing, and Anhill usually accompanies him to collect materials.

What's more, this time it was a rare initiative request from Anhill.

The question is whether the remuneration is appropriate.

If it's a complete set, it's just a piece of equipment that can be used, and it's normal to spend months preparing materials and armor.

But it's just a set of "antiques" that have been handed down from ancient times!

The tattered ones, although the main body is still there, are obviously unusable, unless the same main material is found for repair.

But the problem is that they don't even know what monsters the main materials for this excavation equipment come from, so how can they collect them?

Anhill pinched his chin, "Okay, I'll admit that there was an element of gambling, but my gut tells me that if I don't take this outfit, I'll definitely regret it in the future."

What's more, didn't those archaeologists say that this set of equipment dragon attribute energy reacts strongly, and the main source of the material should be some kind of high-level ancient dragon. ”

"Isn't it really because of the appearance of this set of equipment that you have stepped on your aesthetics in all directions?"

“...... Nor can it be said that there is no reason for this at all. ”

"Tsk, you appearanceists."

The two wandered all the way, and finally came to the more spacious, two-storey hunter's "small" house rented by Anhill, with its own basement and workshop.

As for Gordon's own cabin, it had been reduced to a place where he and the pork chops would only consider going back at night when they went to bed.

After returning to the cabin, the first thing Gordon, Anhill and Pork Chop did was not rest, nor bathing and eating.

It's about cleaning up and taking care of your gear – that's the most important thing for hunters.

Gordon pulled out several wrenches and screwdrivers of different sizes from his toolbox, and had tweezers in his mouth.

At this time, he didn't look like a hunter, but like a mechanic who squatted in the boiler room every day.

Looking at the "Dragon Heat Trap [Steel Wing] Change" lying horizontally on the workbench, Gordon let out a long sigh.

This one uses a new energy supply system, using a variety of precious materials such as dragon jade, ancient dragon blood, and hell flame stone, and then the advanced version of the jet sword carefully built by the master craftsman and chief engineer of the Dragon Calendar Academy, which can be said to be good anywhere.

Sharpness, destructive power, and feel are all top-notch.

It's just that daily maintenance is quite troublesome.

For this reason, he had to spend a period of time and go to someone to learn a lot of knowledge about mechanical maintenance.

Just so that this sword is always in the best condition, so as not to cause an embarrassing accident when the propulsion device suddenly goes out in the middle of the battle one day.

According to the master craftsmen and master craftsmen, the reason why the word "change" is only added to this "dragon hot mechanism [steel wing] change" is because the technology is still not mature enough.

It's still too delicate.

If it is a ceremonial knife used by princes and nobles, this disadvantage is not a disadvantage.

But this is a hunter's weapon, especially a swordsman's weapon, and durability can be said to be a top priority.

If it weren't for the "change", the failure rate would have dropped a lot, and even if the propulsion engine failed, this would still be a pretty good metal sword.

Gordon probably didn't even dare to use it.

Perhaps, only when one day we really find the "imitation reference material" suitable for the jet sword, as well as the corresponding materials, will the delicate problems common to this precision machine be truly solved.

Anhill took care of his ballista and spider armor, and then put out the "antique" he had just acquired.

He even brought in a personal frame, carefully straightened out the broken equipment, leveled it, and then looked left and right as if admiring a work of art.

"Good design is always pleasing to the eye."

After holding a small soft brush to clean the non-existent dust on the antique armor, Anhill couldn't help but sigh, "Even if it comes from ancient times, human beings' pursuit of 'beauty' and 'elegance' has always had something in common.

It's exciting to see the day when you're going to shine again......"

Listening to Anhill's gentle voice as he "talked" to the antique armor, Gordon couldn't help but roll his eyes.

In the past, he would only say these "love words" to his ballista, but now his illness has worsened and spread to his armor.

Hertha is pathetic......

Let's be honest, this set of antique armor, which Anhill almost regarded as a lover, is indeed quite good-looking.

The main part is not made of hard armor, but rather a wing membrane like some kind of monster, which seems to be soft, but in fact it is tough.

The main colors of blue, white, and gold give this outfit enough "luxury", especially the gold part, which Gordon has never seen before.

Not the dazzling and gorgeous golden yellow of gold, but white gold with a hint of illusory cyan, as if some kind of naturally formed jewel, which is pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, this set of equipment is crippled......

The chest, back, shin armor, shoulder armor, and many parts are damaged, and I don't know if the original owner died tragically during his lifetime, or if the erosion of time caused all this.

Anyway, in the eyes of a pragmatist like Gordon, what can't be used is something that has no value.

"It's beautiful!" Anhill couldn't help herself and praised again.

Gordon: "......"

You're insane!

Just when Gordon was hesitating, should he send Anhill to Dondoruma and let Miss Hertha fix his brain.

There was a knock on the door of the hunter's hut.

The gale ran over to open the door, and standing outside the door was Yuna, who had not seen the "cross team" for a long time.

The playful sledgehammer rubbed Gale's hairy head vigorously, and then waved his hand to Gordon and the others.

"Gordon-senpai, Anhill-senpai, long time no see!"

"Long time no see."

"Hello."

After greeting each other, Yuna pulled out a letter.

"This was just sent to the village a few days ago, you are not here, the village chief uncle will temporarily help to collect it, I just heard from the village chief, I saw you come back, let me send it over!"

Yuna handed over the letter, "Listen to the messenger, it's a letter from the Flame Village." ”