Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"It feels like mushrooms are growing on my body."

Fengying cautiously put her head close to the campfire, fiddled with her hair to dry her bangs, but unexpectedly a drop of fat fell from the barbecue, and the jumping tongue of flame almost missed her hair, so she hurriedly leaned back to avoid it.

"babble!!"

Gordon didn't have time to pay attention to Fengying's foolish behavior. He was staring at a small pot beside the campfire, carefully using a fork to stir-fry the skin fat of the weeping dragon cut into small pieces.

This is not cooking any food, but to extract a special ointment called "Tipepia oil" from the sebum of the dippedosaurus.

This ointment is very effective in treating burns, skin inflammations, etc., and is of great value.

But it wasn't price that Gordon cared about.

For those who spend long periods of time in swamps, weeping skin oil is a necessity.

Apply a thick layer on the body, although the slippery feeling will be strange, but it can effectively prevent mosquito bites, eczema, dermatitis and other problems.

In an extremely humid environment, these inconspicuous little problems can become serious and may kill people.

"Wow!"

Having eaten raw meat stuffed for a long time, Amber, the toothhound who was dozing by the campfire, suddenly raised her head, her triangular ears pricked up.

The pork chop who was in charge of cooking also stopped turning the barbecue in his hand, and looked towards the entrance of the cave camp.

"Is it a human being?" Anshir, who was maintaining the heavy crossbow into parts, raised his head and asked.

"It's meow."

Everyone relaxed a little.

As a group with the highest force value among human beings, no one would touch the bad luck of the hunters. Even the rogue thieves in the city would walk around the hunters when they saw them.

Only monsters can pose a threat to hunters.

Since the people approaching the camp were humans, there was nothing to worry about. Ordinary people would not wander around in the wild after nightfall, and nine out of ten people who came were also fellow travelers.

Footsteps gradually approached.

It should have noticed the fire in the camp, and the pace of the visitor froze a little.

Gordon stood up, and said to the outside of the cave: "Come in, brother, in the wilderness, there is no need to care about those vain rituals, let's enjoy the fire together and have some hot food."

"Haha, then you're welcome." A young male voice with a strong accent came in.

Walking into the cave camp was a figure wrapped in blue armor.

Traveling around, Gordon, who has been to many places, recognized this set of equipment—the sea dragon suit, an excellent armor made of sea dragon monster materials that live in the sea.

It can be seen in coastal areas, but it is quite rare in inland areas. It is not because of the source of materials, but the most prominent advantage of this set of equipment is that it allows hunters to move more flexibly and quickly underwater.

In other words, this is an armor set suitable for naval warfare.

After entering the cave, the visitor took off his helmet, revealing a dark face with a bun. It seemed that he should be older than Gordon and the others, in his twenties and in his thirties.

He showed a mouthful of teeth that looked extraordinarily white against the backdrop of his complexion, and said with a smile, "Hi everyone, this is Azi from Mojia Village."

The three of Gordon also introduced themselves one after another, and the pork chop that continued to barbecue was no exception. Even Amber came to join in the fun and "woofed".

After removing the inconvenient body armor and skirt armor and putting them aside, the young hunter named Az sat down in the vacant seat Gordon made, but he was not too close to the fire.

Fengying looked at him curiously like a baby, "You're all soaked, aren't you cold?"

Azi was startled when he heard the words, touched his wet hair, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I don't like toasted forehead very much, this is just right here."

Gordon thought the other party was being polite, but Anshir suddenly said: "Mojia Village, I remember it is a village on an isolated island in the South China Sea, isn't your Excellency Aziz a seaman?"

"Yes."

"I see. No wonder I don't like drying."

After hearing what Anshir said, Gordon also understood, only Fengying was still confused.

She curiously asked: "What do you mean by sea people, people who live in the sea?"

"Fengying is from the Western Continent, and has never met or heard of Haimin." An Xier explained for Fengying.

"It's okay." Az waved his hand.

He had already noticed Fengyinglong's identity as a human race. Since they were both ethnic minorities, it was unlikely that the latter were pretending to say strange things.

Aziz took off his wrist armor, and stretched out his webbed palms in front of Fengying, "You are right, we lived on the coast and islands in the era of sea people, and we are used to humidity, too dry skin will make your skin worse." Comfortable."

"So that's the case." Fengying nodded, she was still curious, but kept her mouth shut out of politeness.

Az has a good temper, he noticed Fengying's entanglement, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just ask whatever you want, I won't care."

Feng Ying blinked, "You have webs, will it make you swim faster? I have never been able to swim, what about diving? Is Senior Az very good at holding your breath?"

"It will be fast. Uh, sea people are very good at swimming. After all, most sea people rely on fishing for a living. As for holding your breath, well, you can probably hold your breath for more than ten minutes. If you exercise vigorously, it will be shorter. Aziz patiently answered Fengying's question.

"When Senior Aziz swims, do you prefer sea water or fresh water?"

"Sea water is more used to it, but fresh water is also very comfortable if the water quality is good."

"The barbecue is almost ready, pork chop, share it with everyone." Gordon interrupted the question-and-answer chat mode between Fengying and Aziz in time.

He was afraid that the little girl would ask some silly questions like "Do sea people lay eggs like fish?"

Gordon's words successfully diverted Fengying's and Aziz's attention to the huge piece of leg meat roasted until it was golden brown, and the two swallowed at the same time, both hungry.

"Meow~!" Pork Chop pulled out a meat cleaver about a foot long with great style.

With the flash of the knife, thin and continuous slices of roast meat were peeled off from the huge roast leg, and fell into the dinner plate in front of everyone.

After roasting until just the right part is completely peeled off, put the pork chop back on the grill, sprinkle a layer of seasonings, and continue to roast slowly.

Today's pork chops, after scouting, setting traps, and treating wounds, are full of culinary skills.

"Thank you, wow, it smells so good!" Aziz cheered, and like the others, he took out his tableware and began to eat.

After taking a few bites, he thought of something again, took out a small glass bottle from his luggage, poured out the light brown liquid inside and spread it on the barbecue.

Inspired by the residual heat of the barbecue, a salty aroma with a slight fishy smell spread out.

Without waiting for Fengying to ask questions, Azi offered a treasure and said, "This is a condiment from my hometown, called fish sauce, do you want to try it?"

"want!"

Several people tried a little bit one after another.

Different from the clear and thin appearance, this seasoning has a strong salty and umami taste, and the fishy smell is also obvious. Except for the pork chop, the rest are not very comfortable with it.

"Hahaha." Aziz smiled happily, "This food is most delicious when paired with fish and shrimp! This is the experience of Aziz, a fisherman and hunter for many years!"

ps.emmmm, at the beginning I just wanted to use some uncommonly used self-proclaimed idioms and modal particles to highlight Aziz's setting of "speaking in dialects", but after writing this chapter, my mind is full of Shaanxi dialects--!