Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 747 Aren’t you ashamed?!

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 747 Aren’t you ashamed?!

Feng Ying carried the huge black curly horns and happily ran to the Loklak Hall Tavern.

Unfortunately, the attention and cheers she received were much less than she expected. She didn't see many people in the tavern at all. I'm afraid they all ran out to look for ingredients and haven't come back yet.

I should have come back in a few days if I had known.

Feng Ying deeply regretted that showing off could only be done once. It would be too deliberate and embarrassing to have to carry the black horn everywhere to show off.

With a feeling of regret and expectation, Feng Ying sent the "Ceratopsian Furious Arms", the shiny black spiral dragon horns, and some strong carapace collected from the black horned dragons to the best weapon workshop in Lockark.

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The craftsmen assured her that her "Force of Destiny" would be completed in about a week, at the same time as the food competition was being held.

That is recognized as one of the best shield axes!

Feng Ying is looking forward to it very much.

Maka is not in a hurry to build equipment. She seems to want to find a powerful craftsman to customize a set of lightweight Black Horned Dragon armor. The regular Horned Dragon series armor is too thick and heavy, and Ted can use it just fine. She

But the insect stick user

After the customization of the new weapons was completed, Feng Ying focused all her attention on the food competition that would be held soon. The title of winner of "The Third Princess's Favorite" must be hers!

Bah! What the hell is that name?

As the date of the food competition approaches, the whole of Lockark gradually becomes lively.

It can be seen that the enthusiastic desert residents really like this noisy collective activity.

The location of the competition is arranged beside the mysterious lake that will never dry up. A huge stage is being set up. It can be seen that the major chambers of commerce as the organizers are very attentive.

The enthusiasm of the businessmen who gathered was no less than that of the local citizens. They were not necessarily competing for the winner. As long as enough people gathered together, they would always make business.

Although she is full of confidence in the ceratopsian eggs she and others brought back, she is not someone who gets carried away easily. On the contrary, she is smart and cautious.

At least that's what Feng Ying thinks.

She very "keenly" noticed a "loophole" in this competition.

Strictly speaking, this competition is an ingredient competition, not a food competition. The contestants are only responsible for providing the ingredients. As for cooking the ingredients into delicious food, it is the professional cat chef team officially convened by Lockrack.

Although Pork Chop is not a qualified cat cook, in the name of Guild Leader Mustache and the Third Princess, who can object to putting it in and using it as a chopping block or water table to help cook?

Pork Chop Stealing Master.

In the past two days, the third princess and her maids were running around the city without a trace.

Hunters' dinner table.

While Feng Ying was absentmindedly eating the carefully cooked pork chop, which became more and more professional, she mentioned it unintentionally, "Pork chop, although you are not a chef, you can handle most of the ingredients for the competition."

Right."

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Everyone around the dining table all looked at her in disbelief.

Gordon clenched his fists, and even Hayata's eyes, which had always regarded Feng Ying as her younger sister, were full of reproach.

When did this kid become so disdainful?

Feng Ying tried to deny, "No, no! I never thought about letting Pork Chop tamper with other contestants' ingredients!"

She thought about it.

Pork Chop, who was wearing a chef's hat, looked sideways at Feng Ying to see how she planned to quibble.

"I, I just want to remind you, don't make the ceratopsian egg we brought back into scrambled eggs. I hope it can be made into egg pudding, make it look better, um, use the egg shell as a container."

Pork Chop continued to look at her sideways, "When handing in the ingredients, you can make notes on cooking methods and additional requirements, meow. Did you make any remarks at that time?"

"Remarked."

"That's alright, meow. For the sake of fairness, I shouldn't know what ingredients you handed in, meow. I will treat what you just said as if I didn't hear it, meow."

"Okay." Feng Ying retreated into the corner with her dark thoughts.

Seeing that Feng Ying was going mad because of the bonus, Hayata thought for a moment, walked to the storage box, and hugged the strange dragon cub that was still full of energy and writhing after being tied up for several days.

came out.

An Xil was stunned, "Have you not turned in the ingredients yet? The deadline is coming soon."

Hayata smiled and put the strange dragon cub in front of the pork chop. "I thought this wouldn't win any prizes. I might as well leave it to the pork chop to practice. Let's eat it together for supper. It's delicious."

Yo."

"Ji-ga!"

The strange dragon cub let out a strange, scalp-numbing cry.

"To be honest, I don't really want to eat it." Looking at the strange dragon cub that stretched its neck and tried to bite him, Anxier sat back and said, "But Feng Ying, don't you feel ashamed?"

Feng Ying bent her legs, knelt down on the chair, and bowed, "I was wrong."

After that midnight snack, Feng Ying's mind returned to normal and she no longer thought about those crooked things.

She rejoined the Third Princess and their playgroup, shopping today, going to the lake tomorrow, and having fun all over the place.

Gordon and the others also took off their armor and weapons and fully enjoyed this lively holiday.

The influence of the food competition has been growing. Many people don't even know what the competition itself is. They just heard that Lockrack was holding a "food festival" and rushed over one after another.

The streets of Loklak are becoming more and more crowded, with so many tourists that there is no room for accommodation in hotels. Many residents have even started a "B&B" business, and the excitement is no less than last month's harvest festival.

The Mustache President has grown numb from laughter, and the managers of Lockark, including him, have decided to make this event a fixed event and festival every year.

At that time, there is no need for the third princess to provide bonuses, as long as she is willing to come to the competition and show her face.

After eating at the food stalls in the commercial street for a whole day, Gordon and the others wandered to the tavern.

For hunters, the tavern is a place with special meaning.

Even during the holidays, even if they have no plans to take on tasks, they are still willing to go to the assembly hall and tavern every day to have a meal, drink and so on.

Most of the hunters who went out of the city to look for food have returned, and the gathering hall and tavern have returned to their usual noisy appearance.

However, at this time, most of the hunters in the tavern were crowded around a drinking table, and the sounds of shouting, laughing and cursing could be heard across the entire street.

"Come on! Come on! Sister, you're almost done!"

"Big bald man, please give me a little more strength and push it back! That's it! Hahahaha!"

Gordon grinned, he knew what was going on inside without looking.

Arm wrestling is the most popular "sport" in any hunter's tavern.

Gordon rubbed his hands and squeezed into the crowd under Hayata's helpless gaze.

The hunters who were squeezed away by him were about to yell and curse, but when they saw the size of the intruder, they all calmly shut their mouths.

Gordon, who had squeezed his way to the center of the crowd and saw the two contestants clearly, couldn't help but blink.

On one side is the dark-skinned Black Boom Dragon, Sister Maridan. This lady’s eyes are wide-eyed, her muscles are bulging, and those tiger-stripe-like tattoos seem to come alive, twisting and turning.

On the other side was a bald man with a ferocious face. The scars on his forehead were congested with blood, and the blue-black blood vessels were hopping, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

"Brother Ted!" Gordon shouted happily.

"ah?"

Ted was distracted for a moment, and Maridan took the opportunity to use explosive force and smashed his opponent's arm onto the table in one fell swoop.

With a loud "Bang!", the thick log wine table was smashed open with a conspicuous crack.

"The winner is my mother!"

"It doesn't count! If someone interferes, it doesn't count!"

(End of chapter)