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Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 479
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 03:40:46 +0000 UTCChapter 479: A Vague Thought
In the following days, Luo led Gon, who had sneaked out, to the forest several times, allowing Gon to continue practicing fishing.
Perhaps due to his natural talent, Gon made rapid progress, only lacking refinement in his basic skills.
After several days of contact, Luo often thought about teaching Gon nen, but each time he dismissed the idea in the end.
Both Killua and Gon are rare geniuses. If they could, like Zhi Xi, start building their nen foundation at the age of five or six, their future training would be smooth and they would have a head start.
Unfortunately, Killua is restricted by the Zoldyck family, so Luo cannot teach him, and Gon has Ging. Without his consent, Luo naturally wouldn’t teach Gon either.
During this time, Gon frequently invited Luo to his house as a guest, but Luo always declined. However, Luo would prepare a delicious dish every day for Gon to take home.
Perhaps because of this, despite Gon’s frequent trips to the forest, he was no longer reprimanded by Mito.
Days passed, and a week later, Ging arrived at Whale Island to meet Luo.
A crescent moon hung in the sky.
Luo and Ging stood atop the tallest tree in the forest, the night wind blowing gently, bringing a hint of early autumn’s chill.
Standing at the top of the tree, looking westward, they could see the village lights.
“Since you’re back, aren’t you going home to take a look?” Luo teased Ging, knowing he wouldn’t go home.
Ging had his hands in his pockets, the night wind lifting the white scarf around his neck, a piece of cloth casually wrapped around his head, revealing messy hair and an unkempt beard. He looked every bit the wandering vagabond.
“No, the closer you are to home, the more afraid you are,” Ging replied seriously, looking at the village lights and seemingly finding the house intertwined with the tree.
Luo rolled his eyes, saying, “Do you think I’d believe that?”
“You would,” Ging said earnestly.
Luo shook his head slightly, not continuing to tease Ging on this topic, and changed the subject, “Do you want to see the Divine character first, or go straight to the mountain top?”
“Let’s eat first. I haven’t had dinner yet,” Ging said seriously.
“Can’t believe you,” Luo sighed.
Twenty minutes later, Luo and Ging were walking in the forest, with Ging holding a whole roasted chicken skewered on a tree branch, eating heartily.
“Can you share some spices?” Ging asked, mouth full of grease, looking at Luo for Linne’s special spices.
“No,” Luo refused outright.
“I’ll pay,” Ging offered.
“Priceless,” Luo replied.
“Don’t make me use my trump card!” Ging warned.
“Go ahead and try,” Luo glanced at him.
“I recently discovered a dragon’s nest in the Kruze Mountains and am considering whether to spend some effort taming one,” Ging shook his head.
The dragon, the same magical beast the Zoldyck family owned, was what Luo had asked Ging to help get, but it had been delayed repeatedly.
Luo smiled and said, “Greed Island.”
Ging immediately gave up, no longer mentioning the spices.
He forbade Luo from playing Greed Island because Luo’s abilities could significantly disrupt the game’s system. With this threat hanging over him, even half-joking, half-threatening tactics didn’t work.
They arrived at the tree where Luo first found the Divine character, lifted the roots carefully without damage, and shone a prepared flashlight on it for Ging to examine closely.
After several inspections, they reburied the roots.
“How is it?” Luo asked.
“Well-structured, perfect details, even considering the thickening of the roots with age,” Ging praised.
“If you were to carve such a tree, how long would it take?” Luo asked.
“My carving speed is about the same as yours, what do you think?” Ging responded.
“An hour, maybe longer,” Luo replied.
“Exactly, because this isn’t a nen-carved Divine character. Even though the characteristics are simple, the structure isn’t too complex, but the mechanism borrowing the tree’s life force is the hardest part,” Ging placed his hand on the trunk.
He knew who had left this work.
However, when he was a child, treating the forest as his backyard, he never discovered the secret hidden in the roots.
“If we can figure out that mechanism, it may not be useful in battle, but it has many other uses,” Luo pondered.
“Hmm, let’s leave this for now and check out other places,” Ging suggested.
They left, heading towards the volcano, checking the Divine characters on the stone tablets along the way.
Half an hour later, they arrived near the active volcano.
“This is lichens…”
Ging squatted beside the lichens, brushing them with his hand, experiencing the same feeling as Luo did.
A strong life force.
It’s a strange feeling, like a tree made into a wooden floor, yet still having vitality.
These lichens had that kind of existence.
“You said these are plants from the Dark Continent, what’s your basis?” Ging stood up, looking at Luo.
“No basis, just depends if you believe it,” Luo said.
Ging scratched his cheek. Honestly, without any basis, he couldn’t believe these lichens came from the Dark Continent.
However, the one saying this was Luo.
So, with his unwavering rationality and calmness towards everything, Ging’s mental scales were balanced.
If these things were left by that person, the scales would tilt towards belief.
Understanding the Divine character’s content, there was no need to waste time. Luo took Ging to the volcano crater, letting him see the mysterious magma bird.
Despite Ging’s extensive travels and experiences, even co-creating the Greed Island game with its magical cards, he couldn’t make sense of the magma bird after several tests.
“Any clues after this trip?” Luo asked, arms crossed, looking at the chaotic magma bird below.
Ging was silent for a while, then said, “Those ‘hopes’ and ‘disasters’ I told you about came from a travelogue from hundreds of years ago, called ‘New World Chronicles.’ The author’s name is…”
Ging looked at Luo, who waited quietly.
“Don Freecss.”
“Freecss?” Luo raised an eyebrow.
Ging nodded, “The same name as my family. Maybe these things are his work, though I can’t be completely sure.”
Luo was shocked. He had learned a lot about the Dark Continent from Ging and Linne, but didn’t know these materials came from a book, and…
“You said that book is a travelogue?”
“Yes.”
Ging’s eyes sparkled.
For some reason, Luo felt a surge of excitement.
Vaguely, he had a different thought.
True adventurers need a memoir or travelogue.
At this moment, he felt an urge to go to the Dark Continent immediately.
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