The Halberd Dragon, which attacked several cities and caused heavy casualties, was eventually killed by hunters in East Doruma.

The state of emergency was lifted.

When the news spread, the major cities that had been nervous for nearly a month finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Trade routes reopened, trade routes reopened, people moved again, and things were gradually back on track.

The citizens of Dondoruma, who had been evacuated to various shelters around the city, also returned to the city in an orderly manner under the arrangements of the municipal authorities.

It is normal for the citizens of Doruma, who have been crammed into a small shelter for nearly a week, drinking cold water and eating dry food to lay on the floor, feeling a little resentful in their hearts.

But when they saw the collapsed city walls, the battle streets that were completely destroyed, the melted dragon cannons, and the broken dragon guns.

See the terrifying claw marks, scorched black burns, residual blood stains, and armor fragments that can be seen everywhere on the ground on the wall

as well as after the intact city streets.

If you express your dissatisfaction and complain, you will only be greeted with the disdainful eyes and white eyes of everyone, and it is not impossible to give you two fists if you are angry.

The mourning service for the war dead held on the ruins of Battle Street was unprecedented in scale, and countless citizens spontaneously gathered here to offer flowers and pay their respects.

The reconstruction of Combat Street is also on the agenda.

Commoners, aristocrats, merchants, and the royal family have all contributed generously, and the whole reconstruction project may continue for a long time.

But after that, the battle street of East Doruma will be reborn, more advanced and stronger.

Feng Ying bounced back to her quarters.

She had a basket of fruit in her arms, and a whole bunch of messy things, mostly snacks or something.

Gordon, who was sitting in the living room, carefully cleaning up the black oil in the cracks in his armor, looked up at her, and smiled, "Harvesting the spoils again?" ”

Feng Ying retorted dissatisfiedly: "This is not called loot, this is a condolence item!" ”

In the past two days, her favorite thing to do is to wear armor and carry a weapon on her back and go out shopping with a bandage on her forehead.

Even if you buy an apple, you can come across the mysterious offer of "buy one get ten free, with two bunches of bananas, half a dozen oranges, see if you don't take this basket and give it to you".

The little ones with reverence in their eyes would even chirp after her ass all the way.

Feng Ying, who has never enjoyed such treatment, is considered to be solid and refreshing.

Hayatta casually ripped off the bloody bandage tied to Feng Ying's forehead, knocked on her head, and scolded angrily, "The bleeding stopped a few days ago, and it was still covered with a bandage, do you want to leave a scar when it is rotten?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey," Feng Ying smirked.

Tearing down the ballista into a table of parts, Anhil, who had been oiled and maintained one by one, threw a foolish look at her, then lowered his head and continued to do what he was doing.

Feng Ying puffed out her mouth, but she couldn't tear up with Anhil because of a look, bit her tongue and took out an orange from the fruit basket in her arms and threw it over.

"Give it to you!"

Anhill raised his hand to catch the orange, put it on the table, sighed, and said in an extraordinarily serious tone: "Fengying, you are already an adult, not a child anymore, do you still want to do such a childish thing?" ”

Feng Ying: "."

Putting down the helmet that had just been cleaned, Gordon watched happily as Anhill bullied Fengying in his characteristic way.

The pork chop climbed onto the chair and looked at the basket of fruits that Feng Ying brought back, and thought it was good and fresh, so he took it over and put it on his head, "I'm going to visit Alva Meow, this basket of fruit has taken Meow away?" ”

"Okay." Feng Ying agreed happily.

These fruit snacks were originally condolences from the uncles and aunts in the market, and Alva was also injured in order to blast the giant halberd dragon, so it is appropriate to take these to visit him.

After baring her teeth and sticking out her tongue and grimacing at Anhill, Feng Ying put down the mess hanging on her body, "It's okay anyway, I'll go and visit too."

Master Gordon, are you going? ”

Gordon thought for a moment and stood up, "Let's go together, we're going to the Great Old Hall in the afternoon, and there's nothing else going on until then." ”

Anhill lifted his chin to show that he was casual.

"Wait a minute, I'll clean it up." Hayatta hurried back to the room.

It's okay to wear home clothes at home, and it's okay to wear a sloppy shawl, and if you want to visit someone, it's always necessary to change your clothes and tie your hair.

"Xianglan, will you go with you?" Hayata's voice came from the room.

"Don't meow! Meow who won't go anywhere in a month! ”

"Proper sun exposure helps hair growth."

"I'd rather die when I go out like this!"

Feng Ying was really a little curious, and asked the pork chop: "What has become of that guy Xianglan?" ”

The pork chop put down the fruit basket on the top, hugged his chest and sighed, "The hair on the back is all burnt, and there are some burns, considering the healing and the uniform color of the coat, I shaved it again."

It's really hypocritical, and it's not the first time I've shaved meow. ”

"You're pretentious!" Xianglan, who had sharp ears, obviously heard the words of the pork chop and screamed angrily, "This is a girl's face meow!" ”

"As for it?" Feng Ying fiddled with her bangs, and made up for the appearance of her hair after shaving, "Okay, it's still too much"

After just a few minutes, Hayatta walked out of the room with her hair tied up and her armor on.

Among them, only Anhill has a slightly larger number of regular clothes, and the others basically wear armor over their shirts when they go out.

Hayatta hesitated in the room for half a minute before, and all she thought about was "Wear the Black Erosion Dragon Pinch or the Purple Poison Ji Pinch Cinch?" "Such a question.

In the end, I still wore the Black Eclipse Dragon, and there was no special reason, the style of the skirt of this set of armor was relatively simple, and it was a little easier to wear it every day.

In addition to the fruit basket, they brought a few more condolences to them, and the four of them and a cat went out to Alva's house.

Since he has a good relationship with Alva, he will occasionally go to him to borrow two biological illustrated books, and ask if there are any recent research reports on new types of monsters.

It can be said that this road is familiar with the road.

It was clear that the citizens of Dondoruma were much more enthusiastic about their attitude towards hunters.

It was only about a quarter of an hour away, and there were more types of condolences in their hands.

Alva's family is in a good location, he was born into a fairly wealthy family, of course, not comparable to the Anhill family, but it can be regarded as a worry-free life.

Her mother is the daughter of the head of a certain chamber of commerce, runs several shops, and her father seems to be a writer.

When Gordon first met Alva, the first impression this guy gave him was "a rich young master who is white and weak", and from a certain point of view, it is not wrong.

Later, he officially became a member of the scrivener team, ran a lot in the field, and shed a few layers of skin before gradually fading the weak nerdy temperament.

Gordon stepped forward and knocked on the door of Alva's house.

It was Alva's father who opened the door.

Gordon, who has been here a few times, smiled and said hello to this middle-aged man who wears heavy glasses and has a somewhat unkempt image and temperament, which is very in line with the stereotypical influence of ordinary people on "writers".

"Good morning, Mr. Evan."

The middle-aged man who saw Gordon pushed his glasses, squinted at them, and said, "Ah, I remember your name is Gordon, right, Alva's hunter friend." ”

As he spoke, he scratched at his messy hair, "I didn't even know that kid had so many hunter friends, just one and another batch.

Come on in, the previous battle was really hard for you. ”

The man stepped out of the way, led Gordon into the living room, and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, I still have some manuscripts in my hand that I need to change urgently."

Alva was in his room on the second floor, and the maid had gone out to buy food, and when I came back I asked her to bring tea. ”

"Okay, you're busy."

After Gordon and the others exchanged polite words, they came to the second floor.

The pork chop with the fruit basket on its head was the first to push open the door, and then it stopped.

"Meow meow?!"

Looking at the young woman in the dark who is not wearing armor, but is dressed in everyday clothes, sitting on the edge of Alva's bed, holding a knife or dagger, peeling an apple at a creepy speed.

Gordon and the others silently put down the condolences and turned around and left.

Sorry to bother, farewell!

"Wait a minute!"

Ps.

After thinking about it, I feel that the nature of the dark night is actually not so dark, to put it bluntly, it is the law enforcer who chases and kills the felon.

If you compare it with the profession in reality, should it be biased towards the armed police or the anti-narcotics police? Rather than some killer spy, my previous description may have been too mid-second.

The main thing is that this is also the case in the official, and it looks like a killer group.

(End of chapter)