Hunter of the Perished World

Gin and Leona were able to see several pits that looked like an ant's hell as they crossed the ridge.

“Looks like these areas are occupied by termites. ”

“Ugh, gross. ”

Of course, there are not just one or two colonial societies like ordinary ants. Leona reflects on her face whether she imagined tens of millions of termites crawling underground.

“Hmm…. ”

Gin checks the route, looking at the map across the mountain.

“Up north, there's a building that used to be a camp. I haven't been there lately, but the town is easy to come by, so there might be something there. We'll be there in a few days, so let's rest there. ”

“Good.”

Shelter, a little further north, there was a building that used to be a political prisoner camp. The more places like that, the easier it will be to form a town. And in the North of the Korean Peninsula, due to the rare structure itself, there will be quite a high chance of points or castles.

After spending too long in gin or Leona or homelessness, I felt like wanting to eat properly.

Leona made it all the way up the mountain because she was too small.

“But you can't catch a termite? ”

Leona, who was walking for a long time, asked as if curious. He would, too, be appalled at the fact that Jean was snatched by termites, but did not intend to find and hunt.

Leona's question was natural because it meant she could not hunt. Gene shakes his head.

“I can catch it, but I need a lot of supplies and not enough to come back to me. ”

“Why?”

“Hmm…. Ants dig up to 100 meters deep. If I had my way, I'd smash into a rock and dig a hole. Literally, you can wipe it out, but you can't get the chip out. The cave where the ants come in and out is not wide enough for me to pass by, if you will. Even though it's hard to crawl in, it's crazy to deal with a termite in a cave. ”

“These bugs are picky in every way. ”

“Sort of. ”

That's why I didn't do anything meaningless to try to find the oysters' nests by force. It's better to just endure a little bitterness than to do something even more annoying.

“Hunters don't hunt any monsters. Catch them when they get the money. Those termites only catch monsters when they have a quest. It's best not to look if you don't have it. ”

It was very capitalistic, and that was the only definition of hunter logic.

“I see!”

Leona nods as if she'll remember. Some monsters are as annoying to deal with as others, but some give chips as Rat Horns. Hunters like to hunt things that are weak and spit out a lot of chips, but they don't like to hunt monsters that are hard to deal with and dangerous.

Many people misunderstand hunters, but in the end, even hunters are just people. The termites are dirty. If you don't have a quest, there's nothing to catch.

‘No, that's not it. ’

However, Gene nods slowly to see if there are any good ideas.

“I wish there was a town where I could get there today. Hopefully there's plenty of chips. ”

“Why? There's no story to sell. ”

“... Don't sound so upset. ”

Suddenly, Jin frowned and muttered powerlessly. Leona asks again, no matter what.

“Then what is it? ”

“... there will be a quest. ”

“How do you know that? ”

Jin walks vigorously, grinning.

“Maybe not. But if you don't have a quest, you can create one. ”

“Create a quest? ”

“At this point, I'm just making a quest that isn't available. ”

Gene was leading the charge as to what was so good about the red bear and what had already been forgotten. Leona tilts her head and shouts urgently, as if she doesn't know what the hell Jean's talking about.

“Mister! Slow down! ”

Because Jean's pace was too fast, Leona had to walk almost like a leap.

When Gin arrived, the camp was located in a basin in the crevices of the mountains and mountains. Although not so high, the wall to approximately seven metres was solid, and the vast interior was decorated with arable fields.

“You really have a village? ”

Leona was walking down the ridge with her eyes wide open to see if there really was a village. By now, Leona would have believed Jean, even if she had foresight.

"What if they don't accept us?"

Places called Castle are closed, and as a result, those who are suspicious may be excluded.

"We have to make them accept it."

Gene said that as if there were any sharp numbers. Pretending that Castle had more than 500 residents in front of him. Gene quickly checked his weapon level.

'They don't have any firearms, but they're all armed with Bowgan...' '

Above the walls was a ballista for hunting large monsters. Weapons made for fighting monsters in the absence of firearms, but this means that there are craftsmen within the Castle who can make such weapons.

Even from afar, the weapons seem to be heavily guarded.

Gene and Leona showed themselves at a distance, and those outside the walls were not hidden from vigilance. They start to retreat, and soon someone comes along.

"Who? That's not the face I saw."

A guard with a crossbow slowly approaches. I'm not aiming, but it has suggested that a detained protest could be fired at any time towards Gene.

"I'm a hunter. I'd like to stay in the castle for a while. We can talk if we need to."

Gene is now unarmed because he left all his weapons in the vacant lot. The guard nods.

"I'll ask my superiors. Wait here."

The guard gives orders to those nervous about the arrival of the estramorwn and then runs toward the wall. Castle's power is always focused on the monarchy, and the guards always share a little of it.

In this case, the guards seem to be in charge of controlling the residents.

"Hey, don't just stand there, resume work!"

The guard shouts and everyone continues to work the field. And I didn't forget to look into Leona and Jean.

"Is this your first time with Castle?"

"Well... It is."

When Gin asks, Leona nods with a trembling expression. The landscape following someone's orders seems unfamiliar to Leona.

After all, everyone lives in different ways. And Castle is a slave to those who want to ensure their survival. Of course, people born in Castle don't have a choice.

The guard returns shortly and conveys that he can enter with a light gesture. As you get inside the wall, the man who looks like a guard leader reaches out his hand.

"Welcome to Jupiter."

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"Is this kid a hunter, too?"

"Sort of."

"Ha…. Is that so?"

However, the Guard Commander glanced at Gene with a familiar look. And frankly, "I stink. 'But Gene didn't say anything.

"Do you have a special request?"

"No, we have enough problems on our own. But chips are always welcome, so I'd appreciate it if you'd put a lot of money into them. There's a lot of supplies here."

There's nothing special, but a hunter can complete a quest, and a hunter can supply chips to a town through deals.

"Over there, that building is for outsiders. Accommodation is five chips per day. Eat separately and buy what you need there. Don't wander off after sundown unless you want to buy some unnecessary misunderstanding."

"I'll do that."

"We've instructed them to prepare their accommodations, so they will have to wait a little longer."

Gene nods at a tone mixed with subtle threats. Five chips a day is expensive for the accommodation, but considering Castle's safety, it wasn't that expensive. Gene heads for the building the guard commander mentioned. Well-maintained, residents and children wandering around spitting at outsiders as if they were on fire.

"What, what's wrong with him?"

Leona frowned at whether the people's gaze was offensive.

"Castle residents often fear outsiders. They're not free. They scare people like that so they don't actually run away."

"What is that?"

"You can't just touch an outsider's body and rot and die."

"Ha, why would you believe that?"

"It's easy and easy to be afraid of not knowing."

According to Gin, Leona tilts her head in a puzzling manner.

"Let's take a break."

Gene didn't want to go straight to whatever he was planning. A single-story concrete building for outdoor accommodation, which was originally used as a warehouse and locked most of the doors. Available listings had wooden windows and several residents were busy cleaning rooms.

"What a generous hospitality. '

One room is enough for the residents to clean the room, plucking the blankets and drying them in the sun. Gene sat on a chair in the foyer waiting for the room to be cleaned up. I'll get you some water to wash up with.

"But everyone here has a white face."

Leona looks at the villagers and the guards in wonder, looking at their bright faces. Before Jean answered, a villager came in with a wooden box with stuff in the front door. A resident wearing a white apron had the same white face as the residents here.

"It's because of the soap."

"Soap? What's that?"

"It keeps people clean, hygiene is very important. People in Jupiter must get up and wash once, once before going to bed."

Gene nods as if it's funny.

"Hmm…. It's a rare castle...."

"Right? So Jupiter has no epidemic."

"What is soap? What did it look like?"

"I mean tools that use surfactants to remove grease membranes and impurities from the skin."

"…… you deliberately didn't understand. Now."

"Of course."

"This sucks!"

Of course, even middle-aged women using soap could not understand Gin's explanation. Instead, the middle-aged woman plucked out her cube's ivory soap by going through a wooden box she had brought with her.

Middle-aged women explained the use of soap to Leona, and she opened her eyes wide after hearing all the explanations.

Leona, who was nervous, went into the washroom with the woman, tried soap, and made a strange sound.

"Well, what the... It's slippery.... I feel bad...."

"Now you can wash it with water."

"Ouch! Why are you splashing water on your face?"

"Ugh, you're so petty. Come on, you need to wash up. Take off your clothes."

"Ahjussi! Help me!"

Boom!

"Wack!"

Immediately, I started hearing the sound of a big bang and the sound of Leona forcibly washing into the soap. Jean was holding her arms together and looking at Juul, who was looking out the front door.

'A soap-making castle...' Well, it's not that hard with oil.... '

You can use Monster Oil or Bear Oil. But it's not because it's easy to make. The laundry line was blown by the wind to ensure that soap was used in many ways to maintain Juju's hygiene.

In fact, in the case of a free city, hygiene was so dirty that the epidemic was very frequent. The health of the inhabitants is straightforward with the comfort of the Holy Spirit, and in that sense, the Holy Spirit is wise and knows what is important.

Jin looks like the wind blows through the laundry like it's nothing in the world.

If there was even a place where outsiders could provide free soap to wash off the infectious disease, this would also be a place for people to live.

Or maybe she's just got some nasty claustrophobia.

"Phew, look at the time. What the heck. If I boil soup with this, I'll eat ten people."

Pair!

"Ouch! Why did you hit her?"

Leona makes a commotion with the screaming back of her head. After a long time, only a middle-aged woman's voice was heard.

"Look, is it clean? Isn't it beautiful?"

"No, I think my skin will peel off..."

"I need to wash my clothes. You keep this on, I'll wash it for you."

Whatever the new clothes were, Leona was wearing a white sleeveless dress when she came out. Cotton clothing made of natural fibers was quite plausible, whether it was cut by the resident himself. The middle-aged woman was delighted to see Leona remove the soup. She pulls out a golden mirror from the box and shines it on Leona's face.

"Look at this. Isn't she much prettier?"

Even though she was curious about the mirror, Leona opened her eyes when she saw her face cleared.

My hair was always wet but clean, and all the dirt and grease that was on my face was washed away. If I washed my skin thoroughly, my skin would be red, but I could see my child's clean skin.

"Wow…."

Leona admires it purely, he adds.

"I'm so fucking pretty."

"……."

Gene looks at Leona like that and doesn't even look at her after she's lost her mind. Leona stared at the mirror for a long time as if she were in love with my face.

With brown hair and slightly lighter brown eyes, Leona had wonderfully white skin, even though she was wandering around in the sun. Just as the filthy beast that no one had looked at had been washed away, Leona's appearance in a white dress matched perfectly.

"Hey, huntsman."

But the middle-aged woman looked at Gin and said, as if she was removing Leona's head with a towel. When Jean glanced at him, the middle-aged woman squeezed her nose.

"Wash yourself. He's squirming like nothing compared to him, and he smells like shit."

"I know that..."

"If you keep reaching out, I can wash you off."

"I'll wash up now."

Gene rises up and heads to the sink like a man on fire.