Hunter returned nearly an hour later in quite a mess. Although he didn't have any serious injuries, there were many bird's beak marks all over his body, which of course weren't the harpies' beak marks as they would have penetrated through his bones.
Small cuts sometimes hurt more and with so many of them, they must be enough to make most men scream.
Hunter didn't scream, but he looked very gloomy.
He was returning to the village via the path behind it, so the first he encountered was Arthur who was writing there.
Perhaps it was because he was worried about offending him once again, so he tried his best to stay calm.
"Boss!" He greeted as he arrived beside Arthur. His tone sounded natural, he didn't seem to need any adaptation at all.
It was of course due to skill, not because he had such sycophantic traits that he could easily call others boss.
