Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The easternmost part of the Old World, on the edge of the Tross forest, has a wide and curved coastline.

Unlike the South China Sea Islands, which are humid and hot all year round, this area has distinct four seasons.

The change in seasonal temperature, coupled with the special water environment formed by the confluence of freshwater and seawater, makes the mangrove coast on the edge of the forest the main breeding ground for crustaceans such as shield crabs.

Even the huge Daimyo shield crabs are not rare in this area, and the locals even named this mangrove forest "Big Crab Forest".

Under the clear and scorching sun, two fishermen with harpoons on their shoulders and bare thighs are stepping deep and shallow in the sand and mud of the mangrove forest.

They are about to check the traps they set a few days ago.

This road is not easy to walk. To relieve boredom, the fisherman wearing a bamboo hat casually started a topic, "Hey, did you hear the traveler say yesterday that the food festival in the desert is about to start again?"

"The desert is thousands of miles away from us, what does it have to do with us?" His companion didn't seem to be very interested in this topic.

But the man in the bamboo hat obviously didn't intend to stop the topic here, "Why is it okay? I heard that people from all over the mainland brought food ingredients to participate.

The first prize is a lot of money. Every year, merchants rush to buy the champion ingredients, so there is no worry about selling them.

If you bring our shield crab roe over there, you won't have to win a prize or something?"

His companion paused, obviously stuck in the sand and mud.

Holding the roots of the mangroves next to him, he pulled his feet out with force. His companion said unhappily: "Didn't you hear what the traveler said? The food festival over there in the desert started a few days ago.

Our crab roe is only starting to fill up now. What else can we say if we can't catch up with the season?"

"That's right."

The fisherman in the bamboo hat sighed, but he quickly adjusted his mood with his optimistic personality, "Hey, look, there are footprints of (small) shield crabs here, maybe there are some in the cage?"

His companion also became excited. Compared with the desert food festival far away, the harvest in front of him is the most important.

The two quickened their pace, and the crab trap was just ahead.

"Really! And it's a female crab!" The fisherman wearing a bamboo hat cheered.

In this season, the roe of a shield crab can bring them a lot of income.

His companion also clenched the harpoon in his hand.

Shield crabs are not ordinary crabs. Even if they are trapped with crab traps, the two crab claws that can twist people's arms are very dangerous.

Fortunately, they are all experienced fishermen. If they are careful and cooperate with each other, they should be able to safely take down the shield crab trapped in the trap.

Just as the two of them were holding the harpoon and approaching the prey trapped in the crab trap step by step.

The shadow from the sea blocked the sunlight.

"Strange, isn't it sunny today?" The fisherman wearing a bamboo hat looked up in confusion.

As far as the eye can see, there is a floating mountain.

Today is the day of the finals of the 18th "The Third Princess's Favorite" Food Festival.

Feng Ying got up from the bed when it was still dark.

After more than two hours of morning exercises, drinking a large glass of light salt water, and taking a shower, her body was completely activated, and she was already hungry.

But she resisted the urge to have a hot breakfast immediately.

Because she knew that hunger is the best seasoning.

She wanted to save all her hunger and appetite for the finals starting at noon, for those top ingredients from all over the world!

After all, this time, her identity was no longer a part-time guard who could only stand behind the third princess, drooling, watching the princess pick and choose, saying "I don't like sashimi ja!"

Instead, she was invited by the organizer as a "legendary hunter" to be a special judge who could enjoy and comment on various delicacies openly!

I ate so much!

When Fu Fu, who had finished breakfast, came to find Feng Ying, the latter had finished dressing up.

Well, the so-called dressing up was just washing her face and tidying up her bangs a little bit. As for makeup, it was not within the scope of her skills.

Even if it was just like this, coupled with her already exquisite appearance, her image was significantly improved.

Fufu approached Fengying like a curious puppy.

She noticed that the latter was not wearing the Thunder Wolf Dragon suit she had seen before, nor was it some light daily clothing, but a set of dark red armor with complex shapes and elaborate patterns.

This was the first time she saw this set of armor, but she felt familiar for some reason.

After taking a few more glances, she found that the red material used to make this set of armor was exactly the same as the light crossbow that her mother "favored the most". The two should come from the same monster.

No wonder she felt familiar with it. My mother always asked me to call the light crossbow "Auntie".

Thinking of this, Fufu subconsciously stretched out her finger and wanted to touch the golden and red shoulder armor. Fengying quickly moved aside to avoid it.

"Don't touch it. The origin of this set of armor is not ordinary. Ordinary people may have problems if they touch it."

"Really?" Fufu's face was obviously unconvinced.

This sounded like an adult telling a child that eating something would make their brains dumber. This was what her mother told her when she wanted to touch her "aunt" when she was a child.

Noticing the burning curiosity in the girl's eyes, Feng Ying felt helpless.

For a rebellious child, the more you don't let him do something, the more he will try his best to do it.

When I was not around, this little guy secretly took out the [Dragon Pattern] from the equipment box and put it on himself. That was not as simple as "there was a problem".

It would be better to let her suffer a little in advance and learn a lesson.

"I can let you touch it a little, but you have to be mentally prepared. You may have nightmares for a few days."

Seeing Feng Ying's serious words, Fu Fu was also a little scared, but it would be too embarrassing to back down at this time.

She had to pretend to be indifferent, carefully stretched out a finger, and quickly tapped Feng Ying's chest armor.

The moment her fingertips touched the armor, she felt that she was not touching a normal temperature armor, but a piece of red-hot charcoal.

The burning pain that felt like her soul was bitten made her scream.

She reflexively pulled back her fingers, took a few steps back, and almost fell to the ground.

Feng Ying looked at Fu Fu who was still in shock, and after confirming that the latter's symptoms of mental pollution were very mild, she asked with a smile: "How is it, exciting?"

"What is that?" Fu Fu said with some stammering, "I seem to see a pair of red eyes"

"That is the opponent I defeated in the past, and also my former enemy." Feng Ying's tone was deep.

Mushroom on the side glanced at her and resisted the urge to expose her.

It's fine to say that the resonance relationship is an enemy, meow, but with your tone, people who don't know would think that you killed the forbidden red dragon alone, meow?

Fu Fu swallowed hard.

The illusion of the scarlet vertical pupil lingered in her mind, and she finally understood what Feng Ying meant by "something went wrong" before.

By the way, Muti also told her that she saw her father lock a black big sword in the basement.

She just hid behind the door and took a peek, and she had a nightmare for a long time. Uncle Gordon was scolded by Aunt Hayata for this, and finally the sword was sent to the guild's warehouse to be sealed and preserved.

I laughed at Muti for being timid at that time, but now it seems that it was not because of courage.

These equipments are so weird!

"Okay, relax, you just need to know that the guy has been dealt with by us."

Feng Ying shook out a piece of ancient cloth, wrapped it around her neck, and let it swing to the side, covering up half of the red armor.

"Now, let's go have a big meal!"