day45
The next day, Garcia took Vanlan on a hunting date.
This made Fanlan feel that the choice of this date was very wise.
The so-called interstellar hunting is a general term, and the hunting activities included under it are very broad, including traditional hunting, space hunting, alien exploration, rare species development, etc. The one that Garcia plays can be roughly classified as alien exploration. Usually he will first choose an undeveloped primitive planet and apply for landing with his authority - his authority is enough to land on more than 90% of the planets. During this period, he will be responsible for all actions on the planet. In principle, all prey can belong to the explorer, but if new creatures that have not been recorded are found, they must be reported to the official to update the list of cosmic creatures. If it is an intelligent creature, it is not allowed to be privately owned and must be handed over to the relevant department.
When they set out, Fanlan discovered that the other party was still wearing a long black robe, which made him look elegant but seemed inconvenient for movement. The scholar's visual sense reappeared, while Fanlan changed into a more functional style of clothing - tights, hard leather jacket, tapered overalls and a pair of hiking boots.
He tied his hair up into a fluffy bun on top of his head, which was secured with a short hairpin. The sapphire on the hairpin not only added a finishing touch, but also served as a positioning and protective feature.
Garcia noticed his ears. After his hair was completely tied up, Fanlan's ears were fully exposed. It was easy to find that he had more than just two earrings on his ears. On the contrary, except for the right earlobe with only one ear hole and a plain ring, the left earlobe had two ear holes. He wore a black earring on the lower one, and a plain earring of the same color on the upper one. There was also a mini earring in the ear cavity above. It was made of diamond and shimmered slightly in the sunlight. There was also a silver bridge earring that penetrated the front and back ear bones. There was a planet-like metal bead in the middle of the bridge.
Fanlan looked at Garcia, who had been looking at him, questioningly.
"very beautiful."
Garcia said the only thought at the moment.
"Thank you." Fanlan smiled.
"You are like a work of art," Garcia continued to praise.
"And you are like a priest." Fanlan also expressed his feelings.
"Father? God's...father?" Garcia showed a slightly puzzled expression.
"Hmm... I used the wrong word. You can understand it as a bug that serves God with devout faith, listens to God's will, and spreads God's love to all living things in a friendly and selfless manner."
“That sounds like a high compliment.”
"Why not?"
"But you mentioned yesterday that I was bloodthirsty."
Fanlan laughed again. He tilted his head and looked at the female insect whose tone deliberately carried a hint of grievance. The silver planet on his ear bone glowed faintly.
"Garcia."
Fanlan spoke with a sigh, and meant it sincerely.
“That’s what’s so interesting about you.”
Garcia looked at him quietly. Only two seconds passed, and then there seemed to be a long stagnation. Finally, the female insect also laughed.
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The planet they landed on had no name, only a row of numbers representing a code, but the planet was not empty and desolate. Instead, it was covered with lush vegetation. The trees generally exceeded normal size and appeared abnormally tall. There were vines and grasses everywhere. Fanlan also saw some mushroom-like plants as tall as trees. Occasionally, the grass leaves could be seen rustling, presumably primitive creatures that heard the noise.
Next they hunted in their flying vehicles.
As mentioned before, an aircraft is a low-altitude means of transportation with a low speed, and is shaped like a flattened flying saucer, or it would be more vivid to describe it as a "flying carpet". This way of hunting seems to Fanlan to be somewhat similar to horseback hunting on Earth, which makes him miss the experience of horseback riding. You know, when he was on the blue planet, his riding skills were quite good.
Garcia assigned himself the task of playing together today, so he was mainly responsible for driving and tracking prey, while Fanlan could concentrate on setting up the weapon and aiming. Frankly speaking, Fanlan's accuracy was not bad - for the reference standard of amateur shooting enthusiasts, but in the eyes of female insects with extremely abnormal dynamic vision, that bit of accuracy was just a drop in the bucket.
It is quite difficult to aim at objects while moving, so their gains are meager. So far, they have only hunted two larger beasts, almost one meter tall. However, Garcia did not hold Fanlan's waist and hands to provide some "romantic help" or teach him some tricks. He could see that Fanlan was really interested and enjoyed the process, and did not need other insects to instruct him on what to do.
Until they met a "Habilir".
A monster as big as a hill.
He was huge and abstract, as if made of moss-covered stones, with four long legs, but many limbs on his "upper body" that could perhaps be called arms. Fanlan couldn't tell whether the row of black holes at the top of the stone were his eyes or his nostrils?
Habilil's speed was not fast, but each step was very long. He chased the "little flying insect" that offended his territory. Fanlan felt the ground below him shaking. Garcia's driving skills were excellent. They flew through the branches of the tall forest, brushing against every thick and twisted block at an extremely tricky angle. Not far behind was a giant beast that rushed forward and destroyed all obstacles with its body, relentlessly chasing the two "prey" that came to hunt.
The most thrilling part of the journey was when they were forced into a tangled jungle of vines. Fanlan had the illusion that they had fallen into a spider web. This network was fraught with danger, and Garcia's "flying carpet" had to be driven more dangerously and with constant extreme maneuvers. Several times they were only millimeters away from collision. While flying, Fanlan's earring was hooked off by an outstretched branch, but at the moment she obviously had no time to pay attention to such a small episode.
The pursuit continued until the end of the road, and a towering rock wall stood less than a hundred meters ahead. When approaching, Garcia braked the aircraft, sighed, turned around and looked at the monster that was still chasing behind and getting closer and closer.
"I really don't want to do it in front of you."
His tone was somewhat helpless as he took off his black gloves, his movements still elegant and slow, and the next second he pulled out a giant "cross" from under his robe. The reason why it was called a "cross" was that with Fanlan's knowledge in military affairs, he was unable to classify the name of the weapon for the time being, but it was generally composed of two thin metal tubes, one short and one long, crossed. Before its tail opened and the barrel was exposed, Fanlan was more willing to believe that it was a holy symbol of the kind commonly seen in churches on Earth, carried by a certain son of God, representing a scene of execution.
At this moment, the "priest" was holding the "holy object" that was more than two meters long in one hand, and the tail of the longest end of the rack was aimed at the rushing Habilil. "Click", there was a sound of metal valve opening, and the gun barrel protruded from the tail of the rack. A dazzling flash of fire was heard, and there was a rumble in the distance. The savage "boulder" was running and running, and suddenly it froze, and time seemed to be paused. When the smoke rose, the world finally started moving again - like a mountain collapsing, Habilil slowly fell down.
Garcia put away his weapon, and the two cross-shaped gun barrels folded together and shrank to the length of an arm in an instant, which he put back under his black robe.
The aircraft landed and they finally stepped on the ground.
"I'm sorry for giving you a bad experience. Evaluation data shows that the climate and ecology of this planet are not suitable for breeding super-sized alien beasts. I didn't expect that... I will investigate the specific reasons later."
Garcia looked distressed and apologetic, frowning, and his expression became even more sad when he saw the tangled leaves in Fanlan's hair and slightly messy clothes.
"Garcia—don't look so sad."
Fanlan took the leaf stuck in her hair, but did not throw it directly on the ground. Instead, she lifted it up and observed the veins of the ochre leaf towards the sunlight. The two-finger-wide leaf looked like a small boat with a sail spread, and the veins were very irregular, seemingly connected and disconnected. Even though she had been to many planets, this was the first time she had seen a leaf of this shape.
He put it flat in his pocket, brushed off his coat, and smiled at Garcia, who looked a little melancholy: "To be honest, I don't really feel like hunting now."
"I'm sorry, this is a bummer. I'm extremely sorry for this. I wonder if you would be willing to give me a chance to make it up to me." Garcia lowered his eyes. One could feel his regret and disappointment, but even in such a frustrating situation, he still maintained a decent demeanor.
“I want to paint.”
Fanlan looked at him.
"Garcia, I want to draw you."
"You in that scene just now."
Garcia raised his eyes and met Fanlan's icy blue eyes. He saw his own reflection clearly in them, all of it illuminated.
There was a moment of silence.
The wind blew down more leaves like small boats.
After a while, Garcia smiled and nodded to Fanlan.
"As you wish, sir."
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When leaving Taren Star, Garcia gave Fanlan an earring.
It is black and shaped like a small cross. The material feels a bit special. Rather than being a gemstone commonly found in jewelry, Vanlan feels more like a material used in some kind of weapon.
He thanked her and naturally put it on the empty low ear hole in his left ear.
On the way back, Fanlan received a friend request from Garcia's personal account - not the temporary conversation account in the social system, but a private communication number.
Fanlan approved the application and modified the note name to——
"Violent Priest".
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【Lester:? 】
【To Leicester: ^ ^】
【Lester: Angry Tyrannosaurus.jpg】
[To Lester: Do you hate the Holy Legion so much? ]
[Lester: Haha, just a bunch of **]
[To Leicester: Swearing is prohibited]
Lester: I didn’t say that.
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