Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter

  Chapter 51 Ohshura's Bad Luck

  Osura'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 boss of the workshop refused quickly.

   "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."

  Osura 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.

  Oshura did not answer directly, but glanced at him, "Do you have anything else to do in a while?"

   "Eh? Not yet."

   "That's good! Come with me for a drink!"

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

   "Kang!"

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

A tall female hunter who looked 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, 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 his hand towards Ushula as if toasting, and said happily, "Stop persecuting those gorillas, if this continues, the peach-haired beast king near Minagard It's almost finished by you!"

   "Get lost, old lady!"

  Oshula gestured rudely 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."

   Breathed out the smell of alcohol, and wiped off the ale foam 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 and was drunk during the day, took a sip. In fact, he had already heard the general idea through the jokes 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 cannot obtain 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 the hunting ground to hunt for materials.

  If you are lucky, you can successfully hunt a large monster and you can gather the materials for a complete set of armor. If you are unlucky, hunting two or three monsters is usually enough.

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

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

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

"Seven heads! I've already 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.

  Holding up the empty wine glass, he 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 I am a light crossbowman. The Peach Hair Beast suit has a special effect that strengthens 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, the material of the wrist armor is also complete, and even the material of the helmet is almost the same, except for a ghost thing called 'brightly colored hair'.

  You know Peach Hair Beastmaster, 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 waitress who poured her wine with a smothered 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 green hat? Or big belly? Or a round **** that loves to fart? Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! "

   "You are **** looking for death!"

  Oshula 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 guy exploded last time Tikki said "mother orangutan".

  Oshula, who was more skilled and finally managed to push the young male hunter under the table, walked back with her messy big waves, and gloomily drank another half of the 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.

   "Oshura Senior"

   "Call me sister!"

  Washing an oak goblet, Ursula is clearly a little drunk.

   ".Okay, ma'am"

   "Do not add 'old'!"

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

  Oshula looked at him sideways, 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?"

  Oshura tilted her head, as if she didn't understand the logic behind it.

   "This matter starts with the assessment task for me to be promoted to an official hunter. The goal 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 ran into the big wild boar king”

  (end of this chapter)