Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Ursula's face froze, and with a constipated expression, she asked, "Then what, I just came here to ask, can it really work without that?"

"no!"

The owner of the workshop refused simply and neatly.

"How many times have I told you that any piece of hunter armor is finally finalized after repeated designs and experiments by countless craftsmen and scholars.

What kind of material should be needed, what kind of material should be needed, no more, no less, and no replacement, otherwise the integrity of the design will be destroyed, and some characteristics of the armor itself will not be able to exert their effects.

If you want to make a complete Peach Hair Beast suit, just continue hunting honestly, there is no laziness to steal. "

"Aha."

Ursula covered her face and let out a long sigh, and couldn't stop cursing, "Which one is this? Damn, when will it be big!"

"Lack of materials for making armor?" Gordon, who had not yet had time to leave, asked curiously.

Ursula didn't answer directly, but glanced at him, "Do you have anything else to do later?"

"Eh? Not yet."

"That's good! Go drink with me!"

With that said, Ohhura, who finally found someone to complain about, casually greeted the workshop owner as a farewell, pulled Gordon along, and returned to the tavern area of ​​the hunter's gathering place.

"Bang!"

Two huge oak wine glasses the size of a human head were placed heavily on the table by Ursula, and the loud sound attracted the attention of several hunters who were eating breakfast.

A tall female hunter who seemed to be about the same age as Ushula looked at this side, laughed and said, "He came here to drink again early in the morning? Hahahaha, which one is this? Didn't get that 'brightly colored fur'?

I said you, why don't you consider changing your armor, pink is not suitable for you, you and the peach-haired beast king are naturally at odds haha! "

A male hunter at the next table also picked up the soup bowl, raised it towards Ushula as if toasting, and said happily, "Stop persecuting those gorillas. It's almost finished by you!"

"Go away, old lady!"

Ursula made a rude gesture to the hunters who were teasing her, sat down angrily, grabbed the oak wine glass full of ale and poured down more than half of it.

"Puff."

She smelled of alcohol, and wiped off the ale froth on the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. At this moment, Ursula's face could not find the carefree and generous smile when drinking, but was full of egg pain and entanglement.

Gordon, who had no interest in getting drunk during the day, took a sip. In fact, he had already heard the general idea through the teasing of others.

For the sake of their own lives, it is difficult for hunters to hold back their hands when hunting. The corpses of hunted monsters are often in tatters, and what materials can be stripped depends on luck.

Especially for some precious materials, you may have hunted many monsters of the same kind, but you can't get them.

Therefore, it is very common for hunters to spend weeks or even months in order to manufacture a certain weapon or armor, repeatedly going to hunting grounds to obtain materials.

If you are lucky, you can gather the materials for a complete set of armor by successfully hunting a large monster. If you are unlucky, hunting two or three monsters is usually enough. If you are unlucky, you will have no bottom.

Speaking of this, Gordon vaguely remembered that the kanban girl, Tiki, seemed to have complained about Ushura, saying that the latter knew how to hunt peach-haired beast kings all day long.

It seems that this guy belongs to the category with particularly bad luck.

Throwing a piece of smoked cheese into her mouth, and pouring the rest of the ale from the glass into her mouth, Ursula began to pour bitter water.

"Seven heads! I've hunted the whole seven peach fur beast kings! My storage box is almost full of those fuzzy pink furs, but I can't get out of the bloody' brightly colored furs 'ah!"

Gordon: "."

Then your hands are indeed a bit dark.

Raising the empty wine glass high, she shook it at the waiter behind the counter, signaling for the latter to add more wine. After that, Ursula continued to complain:

"Four months ago, I planned to create the peach hair beast suit, well, you know that I am a light crossbowman, the peach hair beast suit has the special effect of strengthening the usual continuous shooting, which is quite important to me.

So I went to hunt the peach-haired beast king. After I successfully hunted the first one, I collected the materials for the carcass, waist armor, and greaves. I was able to mold it steadily.

Then I hunted the second head, and the materials for the wrist armor are all ready, and even the materials for the helmet are almost the same, except for a ghost thing called 'brightly colored hair'.

You know Peach Hair Beast King, right? The kind of pink gorillas who love to eat mushrooms, they have a bunch of green hair on the top of their heads, that's the thing.

What's outrageous is that it didn't grow naturally, but the Peach Hair Beastmaster dyed and shaped it with plant juice, and made it himself, just like those nobles in the city used beeswax to make hairstyles, can you believe it?

I stepped on the horse for those dyed green hairs, once, twice, three times. In the past six months, I have hunted seven peach-haired beast kings!

Ah, thank you. "

Thanking the little waitress who poured her wine with a suppressed smile, Ursula waved her hand and swiped in the direction of the other hunters in the tavern, "Do you know what those animals in the assembly hall said about me? "

A young male hunter at the next table squeezed his throat very cooperatively, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Oshula, Ohhura~, do you have any special interest in the peach-haired beast king~!

Like its cuckold? Or big belly? Or a round ass that loves to fart? Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! "

"You fucking are courting death!!"

Ursula opened her teeth and claws, and with a flick of her hand, a piece of smoked cheese hit the weird hunter's forehead, and the two of them clung together as if they were wrestling.

Gordon: "."

No wonder the last time Tiji said "mother orangutan" this guy exploded, it turned out that there was something wrong with her

Ohshura, who was more skilled and finally managed to push the young male hunter under the table, walked back with her somewhat messy hair, and gloomily downed another half of her glass of wine.

Gordon, who was pulled to act as a listener, glanced at her, and thought it would be better to enlighten this guy, so as to save him from drinking too much and going crazy.

As for how to enlighten a very unlucky person?

The best way is to tell him that I am actually more unlucky than you.

"Senior Ohshura"

"Call me sister!"

Ursula, brandishing an oak goblet, was clearly a little tipsy.

".Okay, ma'am"

"Don't add 'old'!"

The corner of Gordon's mouth twitched, "Sister, do you know why my hunter rank is promoted faster than others?"

Ursula squinted at him, holding the wine glass in her hand like a hammer, "If you want to say that you are talented or something, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

"Because I'm unlucky enough."

"Um?"

Ohhura tilted her head, seemingly not understanding the logic.

"This matter starts with the assessment task for me to be promoted to a full-time hunter. The objective of the assessment task is to hunt five big wild boars. I just killed the last one before I had time to strip it.

I bumped into the big boar king"