Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Altman, the former head instructor of the Dondoruma Hunter Training Camp, a senior who is a generation older than me, should be in his eighties now."

Fabius couldn't help but laugh at this. "All the swordsmen from Dondoruma, from forty to sixty years old, have basically been kicked and punched by him, even the archers are no exception. He's an old fellow with a bad temper.

But his strength is undoubtedly top-notch. When he was young, he earned the title of "Altman of Steel" and was one of the strongest hunters in the guild at that time.

More importantly, he has been an instructor for most of his life, and there are few people in the entire East Dorma, or even the entire Old World, who are better at teaching than him.

Most importantly, he's also a tall, powerful lancer. It can be said that no one is more suitable to teach you than him."

After hearing what Fabius said, not only did Muti's eyes light up, but even Orlan was a little moved.

How about I try to learn how to use a gun?

But he quickly gave up on this unreliable idea. He couldn't even master the katana, so how could he have the time to learn a weapon that wasn't suitable for him?

"So how can I find that old instructor?" Muti asked anxiously.

“It’s hard to say. Ten years ago, he would occasionally visit the training camp, but he has rarely appeared in recent years. All we know is that he lives in seclusion in Dongdoruma.

If you want to find him, maybe you can go to the training camp and ask the older instructors.

As for whether you can persuade him to teach you well, that depends on your own ability. He is a stubborn old man, and if he doesn't want to do something, no one can intercede for him. "

Hearing this, Orlan couldn't help but smile.

He has more confidence in Muti than Muti has in himself.

He is young but very capable, polite, good-tempered, and willing to work hard. Who wouldn’t like such a perfect student?

The older generation cherishes people like her the most.

The next day, Muti went to the hunter training camp alone to inquire about the situation.

This time, neither Oran nor Fufu accompanied her. Oran was busy practicing his sword skills, while Fufu had other things to do, although she herself couldn't explain what she was busy with all day.

In short, it’s very busy!

Only Yuwan followed her, running around her happily.

Muti, dressed in casual clothes, without any protective gear, carrying a defense weapon that looked very similar to an ordinary iron gun, was young and had a fresh-faced, innocent and silly look, yet he did not feel out of place among the students.

When she entered the training camp gate, even the guard didn't notice her and let her walk in directly.

I walked to the door of the chief instructor's office as if I was familiar with the place. I noticed a sign on the door saying "Knock before entering" and knocked lightly a few times.

There was a clanging sound from inside the door, like something being knocked over. After several seconds, a deliberately deep female voice was heard.

"Come in."

Muti pushed the door open and greeted Gale, who was sitting behind the desk, very enthusiastically, "Good morning, Aunt Gale!"

"Why is it you?"

Gail's straight back slumped, and he threw the document he was holding pretentiously aside. He put his legs back on the desk, leaned back, and the high-back chair under his buttocks tilted back, with only the back two legs supporting the ground.

It fully demonstrates what it means to sit in an unruly manner.

Muti giggled. She was already used to the unkempt appearance of this elder when there were no outsiders around.

Sister Fufu's father came from a wealthy family and was very particular about appearance and etiquette, but inexplicably he married a wife like Aunt Gail who was casual and unruly. Fufu, born under the pressure of the two sides, was very divided and could be called a young lady of mischief.

"I heard you got an S rating in yesterday's fight, right? Well done!"

As Gale was speaking, his legs suddenly loosened, and the chair fell to the ground with a "bang!", and the subject changed. "The opponent is the giant bird, right? Have you seen the list of giant bird hunting times?

The one ranked seventh is me!

Let me tell you, that grenade crossbow provided by the conference is actually pretty good. It can rapidly fire level 1 armor-piercing grenades. As long as you move carefully, lock on to the head and shoot, you can quickly kill it!"

Muti looked a little confused, "But I don't see you, Aunt Gail, on the top ten list?"

This statement is somewhat low in EQ, but the two families are so familiar with each other, like real aunts, so it doesn't matter.

Gail's face froze, but when she thought about it, she had set that record more than 20 years ago. It was not surprising that it was surpassed by someone else after so many years.

"Neh, damn it, I'll find time to play a few more games. I'm going to make it into the top five anyway."

"You're a Seven Star Hunter, isn't it inappropriate to try to break the record for the Great Monster Bird?"

"It's okay!" Gale waved his hand. "The old man in charge of the guild won't mind! Only by getting better results on the leaderboard can we put pressure on you young people!

If your dad wasn't so famous, it would be inappropriate for him to take the stage. You could have had him squat at the iron gate, and as soon as the bell rang and the gate opened, you could have chopped off the big monster bird's head, and the record of one second would have been set!

And what about those heavy crossbowmen!?"

Muti: “.”

"cough"

Looking at the silent Muti, Gale realized that he had gone a bit off topic. "So, what brings you here today? Are you planning on using the Great Sword again?"

"No, no!" Muti quickly explained, "My defensive skills are too poor. I received guidance from Mr. Fabius after the meeting yesterday."

"Fabius? That old guy still has time to guide you? He's so busy with official duties that he's almost dying of sudden death, right?" Gale was a little surprised.

"Yes," Muti said honestly, "Mr. Fabius also said he was very busy and suggested that I seek advice from a senior instructor. However, he didn't know where to find that senior instructor, so he told me to come to the training camp and ask the senior instructors. That's why I came to you."

"I'm old."

A vein popped up on Gale's forehead. She smiled and waved at Muti, saying kindly, "Come here, Muti, come closer. Auntie will give you a spirit protection."

Muti didn't suspect anything and walked over.

"Bang!"

Muti: “?”

Gail gritted his teeth and shook his hands. It was still easier for his own daughter to knock him. Muti was a guy with a head as hard as a rock. It would be better to leave it to her parents to teach her a lesson.

"So who do you want to inquire about? After all these years in East Doruma, there are very few hunters who can serve as instructors that your Aunt Gale is not familiar with.

"Who's suitable to teach you defense? Cassian? Marin? It can't be that bald Ted, right? That guy is suitable, but he's in Minagard, right?"

"His name is Altman, and he seems to be an old senior who has been retired for many years." Muti answered truthfully.

Hearing the name, Gale's face changed drastically. This was the first time that Muti saw an emotion like "fear" on his face.

She subconsciously hugged her head, her voice becoming shrill, "That damn old man?! If you want to go, go by yourself!"

Chapter 152 Stern Old Man

"Instead of running away, you're actively approaching that damn old man?"

"I really don't know what you're thinking. Instead of asking him for advice, you might as well just take the airship to Minagard and look for that bald guy!"

"Hey, hey! Are you really not going to reconsider? All the students taught by that damn old man call him an evil ghost!"

While leading Muti, Gail kept chattering.

After listening to Gail's description, Muti was indeed a little scared at first, but as the former spoke more, the rebellious temper unique to teenagers came out.

She became more and more curious about what kind of person this "evil instructor" could be who could scare Ms. Gale so much.

Besides, even if the old man's temper is as bad as Ms. Gale described, he can still hold the position of chief instructor and teach in the training camp for decades. Doesn't this prove that his teaching ability is indeed extraordinary?

"Don't worry, meow! I will protect you, meow!" After hearing Gail's scary words, Yuwan, who was following Muti, said with his chest puffed out.

"You? You can't even protect a basket!" Gale scolded Yuwan mercilessly. "You think you're so great? In the past, my hunting buddies went to him for advice and were beaten black and blue. What about a little kitty like you?"

Yuwan stopped talking.

Ms. Gale's hunting partner is a Deter from the New World Wasteland Guardian Clan. He usually carries a large protective shield and has muscular torsos, so strong that he doesn't look like a cat.

It is said that the man's close combat strength is comparable to that of his legendary hunting cat father, and he is also one of the hunting cat predecessors that he most admires.

He said that person had also gone to ask for advice and was beaten, and Yuwan's opinion of Altman rose sharply.

"By the way, isn't it a bit inappropriate to come here empty-handed to ask for advice? Do we need to buy some souvenirs?" Muti asked tentatively.

"No need." Gale refused decisively. "The old man won't buy it. He hates slick people. If he insists on preparing something."

Gale stopped, turned around, held Muti's shoulders, and looked him up and down carefully.

"Tuck your shirt in, straighten it out, tie your shoelaces and belt tight, don't let them hang loose, and comb your hair and tie it back up!"

If he sees your messy hair with all those lumpy hair, he'll just give you two bang bang punches without a word!

After hearing this, Muti quickly tidied his appearance.

It would be a huge loss if the other party was unwilling to teach you because of your image.

As if seeing through Muti's thoughts, Gale said, "Don't worry that he won't teach you. It's true that the old man has a bad temper, but it's also true that he has a lot of rules.

But if a young hunter comes to him for advice, no matter what his impression of you is, or whether he likes you or not, as long as you ask, he will teach you.

Even if he has a bad impression of you, or you're a slow learner, it's just a matter of getting a few more beatings."

After hearing what Gail said, Muti was immediately relieved. She was very strong and was not afraid of being beaten.

"Ah, and, although he will teach you anyway, it's never a bad thing to leave a good impression. You know, be more tactful when speaking, okay?

Don't be so silly as to say you're a lancer with poor defensive skills and want to catch up.

Let's say you're a katana wielder who stumbled upon the allure of the musket, realizing it's the weapon that truly suits you. With a yearning for the art of defense, you've come here to learn it from scratch. Is that clear?"

"Oh"

The two walked all the way into the city and came to an ordinary residential area, in front of an inconspicuous house.

This place slightly broke Muti's imagination of "the legendary instructor's retreat".

She had thought it would be somewhere more special, like a cabin on an island in the lake, or a unique cave in the forest.

Why does it feel like there is no difference from where I live?

Ms. Gale walked to the door, raised her hand to knock, thought for a moment, stepped back, and winked at Muti.

You go knock on the door.

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Muti was a little speechless. She rechecked her clothes, collar and hair. After confirming that everything was fine, she walked forward and knocked on the door.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was no movement from inside the door. She increased her strength a little and knocked on the door again. After waiting for a while, she finally heard footsteps from inside the door.

The footsteps were heavy and steady, not at all like the footsteps of an eighty-year-old man. Muti took half a step back and stood up straight with a little nervousness.

The door was opened and Muti looked up in a daze.

As a girl over 190 cm tall, she hasn't had the feeling of looking up at people for a long time.

Mr. Fabius was a few centimeters taller than her, but basically within eye level. The old man in front of her with a neat beard was probably over 210 centimeters tall.

Humans are not like the dragon people. Their body shape changes are particularly obvious as they age, but they will also shrink.

Judging from this, the old man's height when he was young should be around 220 cm.

The old man looked down at Muti with no expression on his face and did not speak, but Muti truly felt something that could be called "aura".

Gail, who was standing behind Muti, leaned forward a little.

She no longer had the arrogance of calling him "old man" before. She smiled ingratiatingly and waved her hand, "Instructor Altman, I came to see you."

Altman's eyes swept across the defense team's rifles behind Muti, and lingered on her arms, shoulders, waist and legs for a few seconds. Finally, he glanced at Gale, said nothing, turned around and walked back into the house.

Muti was a little stunned. Gale pushed her from behind and whispered, "Hurry up and go in. He didn't close the door. Isn't the meaning obvious?

If you have any questions, just ask directly. Don't be shy. Instructor Altman hates timid people.

Come on, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with in the training camp. Bye!"

Gale finished speaking quickly, turned around and walked away, his pace as fast as if he was running for his life.

Muti curled her lips. She had long been accustomed to this elder who was not serious most of the time. She walked towards the open door alone.

When she entered the door, she subconsciously lowered her body to prevent the weapons on her head and behind her from hitting the door frame, but she soon found that there seemed no need to do so.

Perhaps taking into account the owner's size, the door frame of the main door is much higher and wider than that of an ordinary house, so she can walk in easily.

The house is simply furnished, with no decorations except some necessary furniture, but it is very tidy and it is no exaggeration to say that it is spotless.

The tables, chairs and cabinets are also larger than those in ordinary homes, and are made of thicker materials. The chairs next to the dining table are even made of metal. Even if a hunter in a full set of heavy armor sits on them, there is no need to worry about them being crushed.

The floor is not the common wooden flooring in ordinary homes, but polished stone tiles. There is no need to worry about scratches from stepping on them with combat boots, and there is no need to worry about stepping into a hole or something.

This made Muti, who always had to be very careful not to break anything when he went to someone else's house, feel quite relaxed and a little happy.