Chapter 970 The Reason For Bing A Hunter


    “Mr. Campbell, have you had any experience riding horses before?” Weston inquired, his


    expression tinged with curiosity.


    Donald hummed in response. “I used to ride a horse daily at my previous workce.”


    He found himself missing the warhorses he had back in Quadfield.


    During his time stationed in Quadfield, his means of transportation had been a war horse, which


    was substantiallyrger than the one he currently rode.


    As Donald sat atop the horse, he experienced no sense of pressure whatsoever. If anything, he


    held the opinion that this delicate horse could not truly showcase his riding skills to the fullest.


    Adler had always held Donald in high esteem, thus he found no astonishment in Donald''s ability to


    ride a horse. It would be the ultimate irony if Sky Sage couldn''t ride a horse upon descending to


    Earth!


    “Mr. Campbell, don''t you need a saddle?” Even though he knew Donald was incredibly formidable,


    Adler could not help but point out that Donald''s horse did not have a saddle.


    Donald waved his hand and replied, “I never use a saddle when I ride a horse. It affects the horse''s


    stamina.”


    Although a saddle could ensure the rider''s safety, it still posed a considerable burden for the horse


    to bear due to its weight.


    Bearing the weight of a person was already a considerable load for a horse, and adding a saddle


    that exceeded ten pounds would onlypound the strain. This could ce a substantial burden


    on the horse.


    If another person were to decline the saddle, Adler would likely interpret it as a disy of showing


    off.


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    However, when it came to Donald''s decision to forego the saddle, Adler regarded it as a choice that


    aligned with Donald''s usual tendencies.


    This indicated their ustomed practice of riding horses without saddles. It was not about unting


    their abilities; rather, it stemmed from their habitual approach.


    They then rode their horses straight into the mountains.


    Given that Adler''s hunting cabin was situated atop a mountain, as they strolled along the forest trail,


    they would engage in listening to Adler recounting intriguing tales throughout their walk.


    “Mr. Hackett, what prompts you to reside in such a secluded location all by yourself? I gather that


    hunting may not yield as much ie as guiding would. So, why do you persist in being a hunter?”


    Weston asked.


    With the advancement of modern technology, the majority of people had already begun to enjoy the


    conveniences and benefits of city life.


    Hunters like Adler, who devoted their days and nights to traversing mountains and forests, not only


    faced perilous situations but also endured challenging living conditions.


    At times, even after dedicating an entire day to the mountains, he could manage to earn no more


    than two hundred at most.


    But if Adler was willing to act as a tour guide for people like them, he could easily make seven to


    eight hundred a day.


    Furthermore, serving as a tour guide was not particrly hazardous, and it was a profession with


    steady potential for growth.


    Hence, Weston found himself perplexed as to why Adler had chosen to be a hunter in the first


    ce.


    Upon hearing Weston''s question, Adler took a sip from the wine sk at his waist before replying


    casually, “I became a hunter because there''s a man-eating tiger in these woods. When I was little, I,


    too, dreamed of leaving these woods, going to the city, studying like other children, and heading to


    the big city. But when I was eleven, a tiger broke into my home and killed my entire family.”


    As Adler uttered these words, his demeanor remainedposed, yet Weston could still sense the


    undercurrent of animosity within him.


    Weston was unaware of the profound shock that had struck Adler''s psyche when he had helplessly


    witnessed a tiger ruthlessly ughter his family before his very eyes.


    Based on Adler''s unwavering dedication to being a hunter, Weston could discern the profound


    extent of Adler''s fixation on that tiger.


    Weston could not help but inquire further, “So, did you find that tiger?”


    “Not yet,” Adler replied nonchntly. “I''ve spotted it a few times, but it''s quite an elusive creature. It


    always managed to slip away.”


    “That tiger might be dead by now,” Drogo chimed in, “After all, it''s something that happened


    decades ago. A tiger''s lifespan isn''t usually that long.”