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Chapter 1549 If the Sky Falls
Chapter 1549 If the Sky Falls
Just as the guild had expected, with the kingdom setting an example, the attitudes of several other countries also softened.
Coupled with the prestige of the Great Elder and the mediation of the guild members, it may not be long before those large airships that are not easily dispatched will arrive over East Doruma one after another.
In the days that followed, Gordon fell into a state of doing nothing but feeling inexplicably irritated.
He should take this opportunity to have a good rest and completely relax his body and mind.
But it is easy to relax physically, but it is always impossible to relax mentally, as if you know there is a sword hanging over your head.
It may not fall off, but it is also impossible to pick it off, which makes people feel uneasy.
He suddenly understood why the Great Elder always had a sullen face, was irritable, and sometimes a little unkind.
"If the sky falls down, there is someone tall enough to hold it up. What is there to be afraid of?" This sentence sounds very free and easy.
But what if you are the tallest one?
In order to relieve this anxiety, he began to try to find things to do.
No matter the cost, he would purchase the highest quality armor jade, even if it was just to make the armor of himself and his companions stronger.
Visit experienced old hunters like Hilda, hoping to gain one or two years of experience and ideas from them.
He even sent a letter to his hometown village of Kokot without telling anyone.
It was a suicide note, given to the village chief.
The content of the letter was very simple, asking him to help take care of Muti in case something happened to him.
It was not until then that he suddenly realized that in his subconscious, the person he trusted most was not instructor Ernest, nor his master.
But it was the old village chief whom he often teased as having Alzheimer's disease.
After all, he is a legendary hero.
As the closest person to him, Hayata naturally noticed his abnormality and tried her best to enlighten him, hoping to help him relieve stress, but unfortunately the effect was not good.
It was a quiet night, and even the noisy little Mutti had fallen asleep, but Gordon opened his eyes at this moment.
Chaotic thoughts churned in his mind, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.
After staring at the ceiling of the room for dozens of seconds, or maybe several hours, Gordon made up his mind and got up from the bed.
He was careful not to disturb his sleeping wife and daughter, and walked out of the bedroom quietly and closed the door.
I came to the room where equipment and props were stored, and stood in front of a separate long storage box.
There was a small lock on the box.
Gordon stared at the lock for a few seconds, reached out and pinched the lock body, and with a little force, he twisted the lock that was quite strong for ordinary people.
When he opened the box, he saw a purple-black sword wrapped in ancient cloth.
Brilliant Black Greatsword [Dragon Strike].
He put the sword on his back and walked out of the house.
Standing on the steps in front of the door, he fell into a brief moment of confusion.
He wanted to practice swordplay, but where should he go? In the yard? On the deserted road? In the guild's training ground? Or in the wild?
"In your current condition, it is not recommended that you touch the sword." An old voice sounded, with the slow tone unique to the elderly.
Gordon turned his head sharply.
A short, hunched figure, leaning on a cane, stood in the moonlight in the yard.
A hint of golden pupil appeared under her long eyebrows, staring straight at him.
"Village Chief?!" Gordon couldn't help but exclaimed softly, but realizing that this would easily wake up Hayata and the others, he quickly lowered his voice and asked, "How did you get here?"
Could it be that this old guy has some supernatural special abilities?
The village chief tilted his head, "He came here by airship, what else?"
".Okay." Gordon laughed dryly, "You never leave the village, so why did you come here suddenly?"
The village chief rarely pretended to be stupid, but looked at him quietly, "Because of your letter.
You know, your state of mind right now is very similar to the state of mind I was in the night before I lost everything."
Gordon fell silent.
He knew what the village chief was referring to, it was a tragedy that happened in the early days of the guild.
The founders of the guild include the chief elder, the hero, the dragon craftsman, a strong man who voluntarily concealed his name (some say it was Shancai Ye), and a female hunter, a total of five people.
In a battle, the female hunter, who was also the hero's fiancée, unfortunately died. The hero was disheartened and retired.
From then on, the number "five" was considered ominous by the guild, and the number of people in a team was limited to a maximum of four.
"Do you think that you are the strongest hunter of the contemporary world and that you should shoulder all of this?" The village chief's eyebrows and beard trembled slightly as he spoke. He looked a little funny, but Gordon was not in the mood to laugh.
"No one can bear this kind of responsibility and pressure. Not me, not the Great Elder, and not you.
If the existence and rise and fall of a civilization can only be maintained by a certain person, or a few strong people, don’t you think it’s ridiculous? "
Gordon opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The village chief continued, "Many people have a misunderstanding, thinking that it was because we created the guild and established the hunter profession that humans gained the power to fight monsters.
This statement is actually shallow and stupid.
Long before that, before the ancient civilization began, since the birth of human beings, our struggle with monsters has never stopped.
When monsters attack, the ones standing in front of them may be knights in armor and holding swords.
He might be a craftsman in a research institute or a scholar who invented gunpowder.
It could be a ragged wandering warrior, or it could be an ordinary farmer holding a hoe.
Over countless years, ancient civilizations have perished, eras have changed, but the flame of humanity has never been extinguished.
What protects all of this is not some powerful person, not some national power, nor today's guild, but all creatures that call themselves human beings themselves."
At this point, the village chief paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Don't you think these are just some big principles?
Let's talk about something more practical.
On the way to East Doruma, I saw a huge airship flying past the small airship I was on.
It's really huge, and it's loaded with artillery and other weapons I've never seen before.
If this thing existed back then, monsters like the Triceratops would have been chased underground and wouldn't dare to show their heads, right?
It took me a while to react. Has the outside world changed so much? "
Gordon sighed and told the old village chief about the various obstacles the guild encountered when it mobilized airships from various countries.
The old village chief seemed unconcerned, "As a human being, you will have selfish desires, this is natural.
But do you believe that when the real crisis comes, everyone will come to you?
The sky is falling and a high roof is falling. This is just a joke. The sky will not fall. Even if it really falls, everyone will hold it up together. "
After hearing this, Gordon thought of those hunters who failed to pass the evil eye test but were trying hard to get rid of the influence and try again.
I think of the guild directors and other clerical staff running around.
Thinking of Balubare and the craftsmen from Yanhuo Village who came in a hurry.
The generals and soldiers were determined to form an artillery regiment at any cost, even if it meant using numbers.
The sword hanging above my head disappeared, and the pressure and irritability in my heart also dissipated.
He even felt ridiculous about his previous mentality.
What on earth are you struggling with?
With a loud "bang", the door was pushed open from inside the house.
But this was an inward sliding door, and under the huge force that pushed it, the door panel and the door frame fell down together.
Hayata rushed out of the house with a look of horror on her face.
When she saw Gordon standing in the yard, she was stunned for a moment, and then the panic on her face turned into anger.
Gordon had some cold sweat on his forehead.
Put yourself in Hayata's shoes and imagine yourself waking up in the middle of the night to find that your husband, who had been in a bad mental state recently, was not in bed. Confused, you walked out of the bedroom to look for him, but couldn't find him.
When she turned around, she suddenly discovered that the box containing the Dragon Strike greatsword had been opened, the lock had been forcibly twisted off, and the evil sword had disappeared along with her husband.
This can easily lead to some dangerous associations.
Gordon quickly raised his hands and tried to explain.
With his brain working at high speed, he came up with a brilliant lie, "The village chief is here! He wants to see the sword, and I was afraid of waking you up, so I took it to the yard for him to see!"
Gordon's lies were like adding fuel to Hayata's anger.
"Which village chief?! Why would someone suddenly come to your house in the middle of the night and ask to see a sword? And who else is there in the yard besides you!?"
"Uh"
Gordon looked behind him and saw that an old man had already slipped through the fence and escaped.
(End of this chapter)