Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Under Ancil's silent gaze, Fufu sheepishly put down the camera. "What's wrong! Can't I take a picture to show off to Muti and the other youngsters at the training camp?"

Ancil continued to stare at her for several seconds before saying, "Muti is fine; she has people around her to answer her questions.

The children at the training camp are not. Your boasting might cause them to misjudge the strength of large monsters of this level, leading to unforeseen consequences."

"Alright..."

Greatly disappointed, Fufu put down the camera, but she quickly became excited again, "Oh right, Uncle! Do you guys have any of the other materials from this Anjanath left?"

The King of the Gajalaka nodded vigorously, the towering headdress swaying with the movement. "Yes, I know you will use, monster's materials, make equipment, so have reserved will let people, send over."

Fufu looked at her father expectantly again, "So I—"

Before she could finish, Ancil interrupted her. Of course, he knew what this child was going to say, "No way. Letting you take a few pictures to show off, or turning this head into a specimen to hang in your room, is fine.

But using the materials from this Anjanath to make equipment is out of the question.

A hunter's equipment is both protective gear and a symbol, a badge of honor. Using monster materials far beyond your own strength to forge equipment will not only make you sluggish in the hunting grounds but also cause others to misjudge your strength. Strictly speaking, it's a form of fraud.

Whether I stand as your father or as the commander of the research team, I won't allow it."

Seeing her father's firm stance, Fufu knew there was no room for negotiation, but she couldn't help but complain softly, "But this Anjanath was indeed hunted by me 'alone'."

"Don't play word games with me. You 'alone,' plus a hunting Palico, dozens of Gajalaka, and a King of the Gajalaka, right?

Why don't you just say this Anjanath was hunted by Fish Fry, the Palico?"

Fufu choked, unable to speak, but the rebellious spirit of her age wouldn't allow her to give in so easily.

"Then can I collect those materials and store them away, or sell them for money? Even if they can't be considered hunted by me, they were given to me by my uncle!"

Ancil's eyes twitched. This was indeed reasonable from every angle.

"...Whatever."

Seeing that her father was no longer strongly opposed, Fufu's mind began to wander, "No, selling them for money is too silly. I should find a craftsman to help me process those materials into gifts.

Scales and such can be polished and made into ornaments, claws and teeth can be made into artisan daggers, and the hide is a good material for making leather hats, leather jackets, and leather shoes to give to Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt, and Master Fengying.

I'll just say that I 'personally participated in hunting' the Anjanath to prepare these for them, showing filial piety, which should earn me a lot of pocket money!

Dad, how about I prepare a leather belt for you too, so I won't ask you for pocket money anymore? Help me introduce a good craftsman.

A leather belt made from monster materials that your daughter 'personally participated in hunting,' wearing it out will be very impressive!"

Ancil: "..."

He made no comment on his daughter's distorted filial piety, but he had to admit that he did have expectations for that leather belt.

When I find a chance, using a leather belt made from a monster you 'personally participated in hunting' to spank you will probably be very handy.

The Guiding Lands.

As the ashes, carried upwards by the heatwave, fell like snow, Fengying couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the charred soil that stretched as far as the eye could see, "Burned clean, huh? It's really become a deserted island now."

"Gi——"

More importantly, its only friend was about to leave. In the days to come, it would have to spend its long and boring life alone again.

Fengying was no longer the carefree little girl she used to be, and she could, of course, guess the reason for the Vaal Hazak's low mood.

"Burnt soil is the most fertile. In a few years, a new forest will appear on this island, and animals will gradually migrate here.

Control the Effluvium well, adjust the ley lines, and strive to form a stable and cyclical ecological environment on this island. Only then will you truly become the master of this island."

Fengying spoke lightly, but Aibo was sweating profusely trying to translate.

It wasn't easy to make the Vaal Hazak understand her meaning. The former didn't react much, seemingly uninterested in the so-called "becoming the true master of the island."

Fengying glanced at it with a smile and continued, "In this process, don't forget to practice diligently, strengthening your control over the Effluvium and spores.

You are not an ordinary Vaal Hazak. With the help of spores, you already have the ability to leave the Effluvium environment and go to other places.

It's just that it's easy to cause ecological disasters, attracting the siege of the Guild and even other Elder Dragons.

If one day you can perfectly control the spores, without causing serious impact on the surrounding environment, I might be able to take you to see the outside world.

The scenery in my hometown is very beautiful, with cherry blossoms blooming in all seasons.

The abandoned shrine is a good place, close to my home, but a Kirin occasionally runs out, so you might have to squeeze in with it.

But if you were to say the most suitable place for you, it would definitely be the Rotten Vale. Unfortunately, that place is the territory of another powerful guy.

But then again, the only thing that can truly restrain your Effluvium is high-temperature flames, but that guy is good at wind and water, and the only thing you're not afraid of is water, huh?

If you're cunning, don't fight head-on, just pump Effluvium into the Rotten Vale's smog. By the time that guy reacts, he'll probably be covered in mushrooms.

In that case, you might really be able to drive that guy away, which could be considered revenge for the Moonburg..."

The Vaal Hazak turned to look at Aibo. It didn't understand Fengying's long-winded speech, but its intuition told it that this passage contained very important information for it.

Aibo's face was about to crack. "I... I say, Fengying, isn't this getting a little too big?

Taking the Elder Dragon away from its original habitat and settling it on another continent or something, the people above the Guild won't agree, right?"

Fengying looked indifferent, "What's there to disagree about? Being able to establish a deeper connection with an Elder Dragon close to humans, the higher-ups will be willing to try. At worst, I'll go talk to the Elder Melder.

Even from the most utilitarian perspective, this guy is the most suitable partner for humans, with a relatively gentle personality, not liking to run around, and able to help regulate the environment.

More importantly, even if the worst happens in the future, and this guy is planning to die, it's not difficult to restrain it. It can't even fly, so beating it up is very easy.

Hmm, don't translate the last sentence."

"Gi!"

The Vaal Hazak, keenly aware of the malice, sprayed her face with Effluvium.

With a face full of tangled emotions, Aibo finally made the Vaal Hazak understand Fengying's meaning through a series of pictures and other means.

It jumped up excitedly, running around Fengying like a Jagras, and then disappeared without looking back into the depths of its Effluvium-filled nest.

Before learning how to completely control those spores, it didn't plan to come out again.

Fengying, who had solved the problem of the fungal overgrowth in the Guiding Lands, returned to Seliana.

Learning about her bold plan to take away the Vaal Hazak in the future, let alone the scholars, even Ancil was taken aback.

The research team's high-level officials specially organized a meeting for this, but unfortunately, nothing came of it. After all, there had never been a precedent for similar things in history, and no one could predict whether the result of doing so would be good or bad.

In the end, they could only choose to send a messenger to send the meeting minutes back to Dondurma and let the Elder Melder decide.

Leaving behind a group of troubled people, Fengying, feeling relaxed, first ran to the Lynx Lodge for a big meal, and then strolled towards Ancil's house.

She hadn't forgotten that she had a cheap disciple.

When she met Fufu, the bandage on Fufu's head hadn't been removed yet. Before Fengying had time to ask her what was going on, she first stuffed a strangely shaped ornament into Fengying's hand.

"Anjanath's nasal bone?" Fengying knew what it was with a glance.

Anjanath are also distributed in the Elder's Recess. She couldn't be more familiar with this monster.

"I hunted it 'alone'!" Fufu put her hands on her hips.

"I believe you, my foot."

"Okay, okay, Fish Fry and Uncle helped."

Knowing that she couldn't hide it from Fengying, Fufu raised a crimson mask, "And this, the previous golden one was too heavy, so I asked Uncle to make me another one!"

"Good, you're becoming more and more like your mom. Speaking of which, was that injury on your head caused during the hunt for the Anjanath?"

Fufu touched the bump on the back of her head, "This? This wasn't. This was when I saw the Lagiacrus a while ago and got slapped by it (the wave it created), and I was unconscious for several days!"

"...During the time I was away, your experiences seem particularly rich."

"That's right!"

"You're not afraid, is this kind of life interesting?"

"It's interesting!"

"Do you want to continue like this, being a half-baked hunter, traveling around?" Fengying asked with a smile.

"Of course!"

Ps. In short, the next is a brand new story!