Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

He walked straight out of the woods and faced Moreau's gun in a calm and natural manner.

This is the attitude shown by Benjamin, and does not contain any hostility.

Moreau did not put down his pistol, and the energy in his left hand was still ready to go, but he did not ignore Benjamin's overtures.

"Morrow, the treasure hunter."

In view of the integrity of the other party's self-reported home, Moreau temporarily gave himself the title of a treasure hunter.

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Benjamin nodded, pointed to the three corpses on the ground, and said:

"I'm not asking for blame, and I'm a bit knowing when I say it, but I still want to confirm, Moro, these people...were you the one who killed them?"

"..."

Moreau was silent for a moment, glanced at Benjamin's shadow without trace, and then responded simply: "I killed him."

The scene is like this, covering up is nothing more than unnecessary.

Hearing this, Benjamin nodded again and said calmly: "It would be good to kill a few poachers."

He simply asserted the identity of the three corpses, and then turned his gaze to the white deer next to him and said: "Giant Flower-Antlered Deer, a B-level prohibited species, has been frequently circulated in the black market recently, which is why I am here. ”

"oh?"

Morrow heard the implication of Benjamin's words and asked calmly: "This should be the job of a poacher, right?"

"That's right."

A smile appeared on Benjamin's face and he explained: "But food hunters like us who often deal with ingredients have the responsibility to maintain the environment. If we encounter poachers outside, we will naturally not turn a blind eye."

"So...you came specifically for them?"

Moreau glanced at the corpse on the ground out of the corner of his eye.

For food hunters, all ingredients are taken from nature, and they have the responsibility to protect the natural world.

Therefore, it makes sense that a team of poachers would be targeted by gourmet hunters who specialize in traveling deep in the mountains and forests.

Benjamin shook his head and said, "Not exactly."

"Um?"

Moreau looked at Benjamin.

Benjamin didn't care at all about the pistol that Moreau had been holding straight, and went straight to the white antlers that had been cut off by the poachers.

"Look, this is good stuff."

As he held the coral-like staggered antlers in his hand, Benjamin's eyes shone.

Seeing this, Moreau raised his eyebrows slightly.

Benjamin weighed the weight of the antlers for a moment, then looked at Moreau:

"If it weren't for you, I would have killed these poachers after I chased them here. Of course... I would have handed over these poached prey that were already in pieces on the ground to the local forest ranger bureau truthfully, but these flower-horned giants deer……"

Having said this, Benjamin paused and his expression became extremely serious: "It must not be wasted."

"..."

Moreau looked surprised and couldn't help but wonder if Benjamin had been hiding in the dark to observe from the beginning.

After all, gourmet hunters often go to deep mountains and old forests to hunt for various rare ingredients. If nothing else, they must be very skilled in "absolute" skills.

Benjamin's motive for doing this was to give himself an excuse to taste the flower-antlered giant deer.

Benjamin saw Moreau's reaction in his eyes, took out a boning knife carved from blood-colored ore from the scabbard on his waist, and asked while picking at the antlers:

"Moro, are you thinking...that I hid on purpose because of these antlers and waited until the poachers finished hunting the giant flower-antlered deer before I came out?"

"I didn't say that."

Morrow denied it immediately, but his eyes fell on the bloody boning knife in Benjamin's hand.

Under the silver moonlight, he could clearly see the smoke-like energy on the boning knife.

That thought energy did not come from Benjamin, but was attached to the boning knife.

There is no doubt that this strange-looking boning knife is a mental object, and the accuracy of the mental energy attached to it is not weak.

After hearing Moreau's words, Benjamin picked at the corner faster and faster, but he admitted generously: "But I did wait on purpose."

Morrow raised his eyes and looked at Benjamin with some surprise.

He said he had the responsibility to protect the environment, but the result was just as he expected, it was to eat B-level forbidden creatures...

Thinking of this, Moreau retreated silently, putting distance between himself and Benjamin.

Noticing Moreau's movements, Benjamin stopped picking corners and said slowly:

"There's no need to be so surprised. I'm a professional hunter... No matter what the means or how to rationalize my actions, as long as I can get what I want, I will do it without hesitation."

As he spoke, he raised the antlers toward Moreau. One of the horns had a hard object removed, revealing a jelly-like gel inside.

"Even if this thing appears on the black market, it is definitely not easy to buy. Believe me, this is a top-notch ingredient that can make every food hunter go crazy for it. If you miss it, then I guarantee you will regret it for the rest of your life. So…do you want to eat together?”

"No."

Moreau refused without thinking, and regardless of Benjamin's reaction, he finally put away the pistol and immediately picked up the backpack filled with food and tools.

He was not sure whether Benjamin was a licensed professional food hunter, but he had already defined him as an alien.

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What I was thinking about at this time was getting further and further away from this alien species.

How could they stay here and eat the antlers of the flower-antlered giant deer together?

"You really don't want to eat?"

Benjamin asked calmly.

Moro shook his head, then pointed at the scattered poached animals and said:

"These things are left for you to handle, including the three poachers. You can take the credit and use their bodies to cover up your consumption of Class B banned animals. Anyway, no matter what you want to do, it has nothing to do with me."

"Then I'm not polite."

Benjamin smiled and started to pick the antlers again.

Moro nodded, hung the backpack on his shoulders, and then turned back to Benjamin and slowly retreated to the forest.

Benjamin knew that Moro had been highly vigilant from beginning to end, and watched Moro retreat calmly.

After a while.

Moro retreated to an open space adjacent to several large trees and looked at Benjamin deeply.

A professional hunter who would do anything to achieve his goal.

Slowly retracting his gaze, Moro turned and walked into the woods, and disappeared in just a moment.

Benjamin stared at the gap in the woods where Morro's figure disappeared. His original intention was to make Morro an accomplice in eating Class B banned hunting ingredients.

Unfortunately, he failed to convince him.

So for a moment, Benjamin seriously considered leaving Morro here.

But this idea appeared quickly and disappeared even faster.

He could see that Morro was the type who lacked trust in outsiders, mostly because he often dealt with people who were not what they seemed.

So without knowing him well enough, he could show a sense of boundaries just right.

"You really don't know what you are talking about."

Benjamin narrowed his eyes and had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

Maybe they will meet again...

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The third princess changed her name to Eve, please let me know.

However, I believe that in a few days, you will definitely forget the name of the third princess, haha!

Speaking of which, I slept in a daze again today. I slept from the afternoon to the evening, and was finally forcibly pulled up by the alarm clock. I was not in a good state, and I am still very sleepy now.