Monster Hunter: I can hear the monsters' thoughts

Chapter 117 The Eve of Departure
In the eyes of those who did not know the truth, the extremely tragic and heroic Battle of Lockrak, which might not have succeeded even with countless sacrifices, ended in an extremely anticlimactic way. The huge crisis that was enough to completely overturn the city was inexplicably averted.

The two mountain dragons flew away, and the people in the defense line who had not fired a single shot or arrow were relieved, but more confused.

I was ready to die here, but the battle ended before it even started?

It was... quite sudden.

The bald guerrilla captain subconsciously looked at the mustache-faced president. In this situation, is it necessary for us to hold on to the defense line?
The mustache-faced president frowned as he watched the two mountain dragons getting smaller and smaller in his sight, and Lin Lin's figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.

Could it have anything to do with him?
"President?"

The guerrilla captain's gentle call brought him back to his senses. The mustache-faced president coughed lightly and said, "Send out the sand boats to track the two mountain dragons. Make sure they are truly far away from Rocklark."

"Two Peak Dragons appeared simultaneously, and they exhibited a series of behavioral interactions that are difficult for us to understand. The Scribes and the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau must be very curious. Let's have them send someone to follow and observe."

"The defense line will be maintained for now. Combatants can partially withdraw to Rocklark. The alert level will be lowered, but we must remain ready for combat at all times."

"There are also war reserves stored at the emergency defense line. They will be kept here for the time being just in case."

"Oh, and the dragon-striking boat. Let's withdraw it first to resupply. It's the basis for us to face the ancient dragon."

The mustache-wearing president waved his hand, and the guerrilla captain turned around and went downstairs to arrange various matters, while the mustache-wearing president jumped off the ledge and walked towards the Fengshan Maru which was approaching the defense line.

……

Under the arrangement of President Moustache, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Good news came from the transport team that went to the war zone to collect various ores dropped during the battle. The amount of ores obtained this time was quite gratifying, and the total value was almost in the top three among the outputs of all the feasts in the past hundred years. If the harvest half a month ago was added, it can be predicted that Rocklark will have a blowout development this year.

The sand ship that was tracking the Peak Dragons also reported back that the two Peak Dragons had burrowed deep into the sand sea and could no longer be found. However, the only thing that could be confirmed was that they had indeed moved away from Lockrak.

So the alarm was lifted, and the nervous hunters stationed in the defense line were completely relieved. The first thing they did when they returned to Rocklark was to go to the gathering place to eat and drink until they were drunk, and they blocked the gathering place completely.

It was only after the mustache-faced president gave the order to hold another harvest festival that the hunters left happily.

Supplies from the defense line were constantly being shipped back to Lockrak, to be used again next year. After all, if the Peak Dragon reappeared, it might not be in this direction next time.

Lin Lin, who had indulged himself at the banquet and ate to his heart's content, felt relieved. After completing the mission, he finally started packing up and prepared to hitchhike with a caravan and return to Jieyun Village first.

On the eve of departure, there was a sudden knock on the door of the luxurious hunter's cabin where Lin Lin had lived for a long time. When he opened the door, he saw that it was the president with a small mustache who had been so busy that he had hardly any time to rest during this period.

"Eh? Brother President, what's up with you looking for me in the middle of the night?" "Ah, nothing. Brother Lin Lin, you've put in so much effort recently. I have to see you off before you leave!"

The mustache president smiled and scratched his head:
"By the way, have you had that kind of dream again recently?"

Lin Lin shook his head sincerely, it was really gone.

Ever since he drank the blood of the ancient dragon again, the connection he established with the female Peak Dragon seemed to become quite stable. Even though they were tens of thousands of meters apart, he could still feel the other's joy from the bottom of his heart.

The dreaming has stopped, but the other party will occasionally make a "harassing call" to express gratitude to him, and by the way, he will also talk about his current life situation, the progress of the love nest he and his spouse have built, etc. The desire to share is quite overwhelming.

Well, how should I put it?

When it comes to the level of understanding of the ecology of mountain dragons, Lin Lin is second to none in the world, and Capcom doesn't even dare to claim to be first. After all, they don't have a mountain dragon that can tell them about their daily life in detail.

But thanks to this guy, Lin Lin's image of Gu Long as "mysterious, powerful, the embodiment of natural disaster" has been shattered. Apart from being a little stronger, a little bigger, and a little quicker in thinking, there is no essential difference between this guy and Xiong Er.

"Is that so? That's good. I feel relieved now."

The mustache president stroked his beard and spoke casually:
"Last time, when those old guys at the Ancient Dragon Observatory heard that someone could dream about the ancient dragon's memories, they were extremely anxious. However, at that time, the threat of Fengshan Dragon was right in front of them, so they couldn't keep chasing me and asking questions."

"Now that you don't have that dream anymore, it must be a coincidence. I'll tell them later and ask them not to think about it anymore."

Lin Lin was silent for a moment, and finally could only say thank you.

At that time, I told the president about this matter without hesitation, mainly because I was worried about Locklak's safety. Afterwards, I repeatedly thought about what the consequences would be if my abilities were exposed.

Like in a world where "light is the bond," there's no need to worry about him being captured for research. However, there's a very real possibility that he'll be protected as a strategic weapon, used to eavesdrop on thoughts and obtain key information for decision-making during an ancient dragon invasion crisis. Perhaps he'll even be forced to join the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau or the Scribe Corps to do clerical work...

Although that was safe, it wasn't what he wanted at all. He loved the unfettered life of a hunter like he was now. He could go wherever he wanted, take on a hunting commission if he wanted to fight, light a fire and barbecue by the gurgling stream, and gaze at the stars in the desert oasis...

So after learning that the president had helped him keep the secret and that he could continue to live this hunter life in the future, he was sincerely grateful to this president with a small mustache who had no other shortcomings except lust.

Perhaps in the various battles he may experience in the future, he will have to reveal his abilities for one reason or another, but before that, he should just enjoy his hunter life to the fullest!
"Hey, what are you thanking me for? Isn't this what I'm supposed to do? Could it be that just because you had a weird dream, you're no longer a hunter? Have you stopped fighting to protect this city and its people? Relax!"

The mustache-wearing president patted Lin Lin's arm carelessly, and suddenly lowered his voice:
"Speaking of which, brother, I'm really curious about what that mountain dragon is thinking. Why does it come to Rocklak every year?"

　Thank you so much for the 10,000-yuan reward from the great master Bai Sui Guang Yin Yi Meng Die! !!! Great master! (Bang Bang, two kowtows)
　　Just as I was about to start writing, I opened the Writer's Assistant and saw the reward from the big guy. It was the first time for a newbie author to see such a high reward. I was excited but also felt terrified, because I knew that my typing speed was limited and I had never promised to update more chapters based on the number of reward votes. But the big guy is so generous, it would be unreasonable not to update more chapters. I will update more tomorrow!

　　
　
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