Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Okay, whatever you want."

"But speaking of weapons, I have a question."

"What's the question?"

"Mr. Qiao Da wields two swords, right? Miss Resha, you wield a hunting bow."

"I told you not to use that kind of honorific!" Resha glanced at Orlan in dissatisfaction. "That's right, Boss Qiaoda's specialty is his twin blades. He has a five-star hunter license and has hunted a horned dragon alone. He's very powerful, right?

As for me, I also used dual swords at first, but later I felt that they were not suitable for me, so I switched to a hunting bow."

"Swordsman turned archer, your transformation is quite big."

"Oh, my mom was also in the Fortress Guerrillas when she was young. She used dual swords, so she forced me to learn a little bit.

Later, when I came into contact with long-range weapons, I found that I still liked the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" feeling, so I changed it!

By the way, you just said you had questions, what questions?"

If the other party hadn't mentioned it, Orlan would have almost forgotten about this question. "Including you, Mr. Qiao Da and Miss Resha, the Fortress Guerrillas I've seen in the past all seem to be using light weapons.

Things like double swords, one-handed swords, light crossbows, hunting bows, and katanas are rarely seen, and I have never seen broadswords and gunlances.

Is it because the Fortress Guerrillas have some restrictions on the types of weapons their members can use?"

"Well, there's actually no restriction on this issue, but there's a question of suitability." Resha explained, "Take the emergency you experienced this morning as an example.

It's quite suitable for you to use a one-handed sword to deal with monsters on a crowded street with stalls everywhere, but can you imagine the scene if you change to a big sword or even a gunpowder?

It becomes a 'What are you protecting?' situation."

"I see."

“However, the Fortress Guerrillas also have heavy weapons users, but most of those muscle brothers and sisters do not participate in daily patrols in the city.

You're planning on taking on more subjugation missions, right? They're also responsible for that area, and they're all very forthright people. You'll have plenty of opportunities to interact with them in the future."

Orlan nodded in understanding.

"You've got your gear ready. I'm taking you to the dorms now. Just a heads up, don't expect too much from the facilities; it's just a dorm after all.

Oh, by the way, there's something I almost forgot to mention." Resha suddenly turned around and asked, "Are you not used to wearing a helmet?"

"Yeah, that's right." Orlan didn't hide this.

"Get used to it as soon as possible. Remember to wear the matching hat when you move around." Resha said as he put on his face scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed.

"The Fortress Guerrillas are, after all, an official department with certain law enforcement functions, so it's necessary for them to maintain a certain dignity and mystery.

The swordsman's uniform is a bamboo hat, so we archers also have to wear face coverings if that's inconvenient. Don't talk to passersby casually while you're working. Be serious, understand?"

Seabuckthorn looked at her sideways and said, "It's not your turn to teach this to Orlan, meow. Just be careful yourself, meow."

"As for the symbolic meaning, I understand. I won't act capriciously."

Aolan put the hat on his head and pressed down the brim to let the shadow cover his face.

Chapter 11 I'm Out

The dormitory conditions of the Fortress Guerrillas were better than Oran had imagined. He originally thought it was a large bunk bed.

After hearing Aolang's comments, Resha smiled and said, "I'm right. I heard from the seniors that it was indeed a large bunk bed in the past.

Later, the president expanded the size of the Fortress Guerrilla Unit and allocated space and funds, which resulted in the rooms we have today.

Because the guerrillas have a relatively high turnover rate, their quilts and pillows might not be very new, but don't worry about it."

"It's okay, I'm already very satisfied."

"I can't stay in the men's dormitory for long, so I'll leave first. If you have any questions, you can ask Sea Buckthorn, he also lives here. Go to bed early today, little brother Aolang, because tomorrow we'll be busy.

Oh, yes, Boss Joda should have someone notify you about the mission. If he forgets, you can go on patrol with me tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, Resha-senpai."

"The word 'senior' is good, hehe, just call me that from now on. Let's go, little brother Aolang." With a wave of his hand, Resha left.

Orlan immediately felt that his ears, which had been noisy all day, had finally quieted down.

Seabuckthorn scratched his ears. "The other guys living in this room haven't come back yet, meow. I'll introduce them to you then, meow. Should I take you around the neighborhood, meow?"

"No need to bother." Aolan looked at Sea Buckthorn again with some curiosity. "You're not with Senior Resha? I thought you two were partners."

The idea of ​​gender separation does not apply to Felyne, so it is not necessary to send Seabuckthorn to the men's dormitory just because he is a boy.

"Meow." Seabuckthorn shook his head. "I'm not Resha's partner, meow. I was just taken in by the Fortress Guerrillas and then stayed here to work, meow."

"Take him in?"

"I was originally an Elumeow wandering in the wild." Seabuckthorn seemed unwilling to elaborate.

But even if it didn't say it, Orlan could guess roughly.

The wild Elu, who was wandering alone and had not yet reached adulthood, could not think of any other possibility except that the tribe had been attacked and destroyed by monsters.

Almost the same as yourself?

Without going further into the topic, Orlan was about to ask something else when there was a knock on the open door.

The man and the cat turned around and saw that the person standing at the door was Qiao Da.

"Seabuckthorn, please help boil some hot water."

"Good meow." Seabuckthorn ran out.

Anyone could see that Qiao Da had just made up an excuse to get Seabuckthorn away.

"Mr. Qiao Da?" Orlan looked at the man in confusion.

Qiao Da placed his palm on the back of his neck and rubbed it. "Well, your teacher asked me to give you a few words."

Orlan’s first reaction was, “I was caught running away from home!”, but after listening to Joda’s subsequent explanation, he fell silent.

"Here's your house key, or so she said." Joda handed the key to Oran.

Aolan was silent for several seconds. "Mr. Qiao Da, can I go home first?"

"Of course." Qiao Da moved sideways and opened the door.

Ao Lang took off his hat, put it on the bed, and then walked out the door quickly. Along the way, his pace became faster and faster, and in the end he was running at full speed.

People on the street noticed his guerrilla suit and, thinking it was an emergency, made way for him.

He ran all the way to his doorstep.

This is a single-story, flat-roofed hut built of earth and stone, with one door and two windows. It is no different from the surrounding houses, and the not-so-spacious interior space can be seen at a glance.

Standing at the door, he recalled what happened ten years ago in a trance.

My teacher was still very young at that time. She pulled me to this little house and said, "We will live here from now on. If you like, you can call this place 'home'."

The teacher's tone was flat, but one could inexplicably hear a hint of joy in it.

Orlan put his hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it, but sure enough, the door was locked.

Without using the key to open the door, he turned around and continued running, this time his target was Teacher Haifa's house.

The two houses were not too far away from each other. Not long after, he arrived at Haifa's door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door several times in a row, until his palms were numb from the shock.

"Who!"

The people in the house were a little annoyed by the rude knocking on the door. The moment the door was pulled open, the hinges connected to the door frame creaked under the heavy weight.

The person who opened the door was not Mr. Haifa, but an old lady with gray hair who looked like an iron tower.

"Ma, Senior Maridan." Orlan bowed uneasily. He knew that this old lady was Teacher Haifa's mother, and he also knew that she was once a powerful hunter.

The kind that can break the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon King's neck with bare hands.

"It's you, little guy." Maridan's expression brightened a little. "Come to see Haifa? That guy went on a trip with Huali.

They told me about the situation and asked me to help take care of you. Although I'm retired, my name should still be useful in Rocklark. Feel free to come to me if you have any problems.

Or you can move in with us? My old man likes you very much.

Orlan forced a polite smile, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Maridan.

"Alright, alright, your smile is so ugly. If you don't want to come, then don't come." She glanced at the armor on Orlan's body, "Oh, the Fortress Guerrilla suit? You joined the guerrillas?

It seems like a suitable place for you, at least in the short term, so I don't need to worry too much about it.

Who is in charge of the guerrillas now? Omar? Or Hassan? No, that was many years ago. So who is it now? Tell me."

Faced with the irritable old lady's urging, Orlan had no choice but to answer, "It's Mr. Joda."

"Qiao Da? Who is Qiao Da? Wait, I seem to have some impression of this name. Isn't he a young boy who looks like a bean sprout?"

Aolan didn't know what expression to make.

"Forget it. If he bullies you, come to me and I will beat him up." Marydan patted Orlan's shoulder generously.

For a moment, Orlan felt that his shoulders no longer belonged to him.

After saying goodbye to the grumpy old aunt, Olang's originally depressed mood seemed to relax a little.

He slowly walked back home, took out the key and opened the door. Everything in the house was tidy, although it was always clean on weekdays.

After standing at home for a while, Orlan came to the dining table.

In the past, if the teacher had to go out for something, he would leave a note on the desk, and this time was no exception.

The contents of the note were surprisingly concise.

[My destination and return time have not been decided yet. If you are going far away, you can leave a message in the mailbox at the door or at the meeting place. I will see it when I come back.

I put some money in the bedside table, don't be too frugal - Huali.]

Orlan silently put the note away and began to pack his luggage. In fact, it was just some spare clothes, pocket money he had saved, etc., all packed into a backpack.

Finally, he came to the cabinet beside his bed and opened the drawer.

There was a thick stack of money inside, about 100,000 yuan. After hesitating for a moment, he put the money away and took it with him.

After taking one last look at his house, he picked up his backpack, walked out the door, and locked it carefully.

"I am leaving."

Chapter 12 Let's Run

When he returned to the guerrillas' residence in the fortress carrying a simple small backpack, the other two people who shared the room with him had already returned.

Since Joda and Seabuckthorn had greeted the two of them, they did not seem surprised by Orlan's arrival. Instead, they seemed quite enthusiastic.

"Nuri, a two-star lancer." The young man, who was not particularly tall but very strong and looked to be around twenty years old, took the initiative to extend his hand and shook hands with him.

What surprised Orlan was that the Fortress Guerrilla armor equipped by the Gunner was actually bright red.

He had never seen guerrilla uniforms of this color scheme in the city. Could it have any special meaning?

As if noticing the surprise in his eyes, the gunner named Nuri patted his weapon leaning against the wall and explained with a smile, "My weapon is not suitable for use in the city, and daily patrol missions have nothing to do with me.

So the boss relaxed his control over us and allowed us to find craftsmen to dye our equipment.

I'm a fashion-forward person, and red is the color that attracts monsters the most, so I dyed my hair that color."

Aolan nodded in understanding and briefly introduced himself, "Aolan, a one-star hunter. Thank you for your guidance, seniors."

"Easy to say!"

The one who answered was another person. He looked younger, about eighteen or nineteen years old. The color of the protective gear on his body was regular, but it was a shooter style.

Orlan glanced around and saw a secondary heavy crossbow on a bed.

The man also came over and shook hands with Aolan. "Asa, one-star heavy crossbowman. Sigh, speaking of this 'one-star', can you please not specifically mention it next time? It feels rather embarrassing."

Orlan smiled. This senior heavy crossbowman seemed to be more lively than the senior gunner, although he was not as talkative as the traveling merchant named Karim.

"Nuri and Asa are brothers, meow." Seabuckthorn added from his cushions, "Although they don't look like cats at all."

Ao Lang subconsciously compared the facial features of the two men. One had a flat nose and the other had a hooked nose. One had a square face and the other had a pointed face. They really didn't look alike.

"A lot of people say that." Nuri, the eldest brother, smiled and sat on his bed.

Asa also shrugged and said, "We both have a biological sister who doesn't look like us. That's great. Otherwise, who would she marry in the future?