Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Thank you." Orlan took the package with a formal smile on his face.

To be honest, he had just finished a hunt and didn't really want to eat these sweet and greasy glutinous rice balls.

He would rather eat something more delicious like barbecued meat or grilled fish, or at least some hot food that can be carried on board, right?

But could he reject his teammates' good intentions? Of course not. Never mind, glutinous rice balls are glutinous rice balls. Although he is not too accustomed to the taste, at least it can fill his stomach and is easier to swallow than carrying food.

Seeing Aolang unfold the leaf package, take out a bunch of rabbit dumplings and put them close to his mouth, Muti, who was holding a bamboo stick in his mouth, suddenly said, "Wait!"

"?" With his mouth half open, Orlan subconsciously raised his head and looked at her.

"I brought this!" Muti held up an animal skin backpack.

Olang naturally recognized the backpack because it was his bag, or more precisely, the bag he used to carry kitchen utensils, seasonings and recipes.

He usually brought this bag to the hunting grounds and kept it in the camp so that he could cook something more delicious than ordinary barbecue before and after the hunt.

Muti acted as if he valued the bag more than Oran himself.

She even made the outrageous suggestion of carrying a kitchen bag into the hunting ground. According to her, that way you can cook delicious food anytime and anywhere.

If Aolang thought it was in the way, she offered to help carry him, but Aolang flatly refused.

With this much weight, you might as well bring two more Longhang Cannon spikes.

"Sister Muxiang has already made dumplings for several meals. We can't trouble her to cook every meal. Why don't you cook this dinner?" Muti, who usually speaks directly, actually learned to beat around the bush.

Is this guy, like me, tired of eating dumplings?

Aolan took the kitchenware bag and said, “I don’t mind making something, but I didn’t prepare any ingredients this time, so I have to prepare everything from scratch.

What do you want to eat? Pick some mushrooms in the jungle? Catching a fairy deer? Or catching some fish in the stream?

Muti looked around, seemed to smell something, sniffed hard, and finally his eyes fell on the sleeping Tailhammer Dragon.

"By the way, can you eat a Tailhammer Dragon? It's so big, it should be fine if you eat a little bit, right?"

Aolan: “?”

Where is your previous pity and sympathy for it?

Chapter 213 Eat a little and it should be fine

Orlan looked at the motionless Tailhammer Dragon, then looked at Muti, "Are you serious?"

"If it's really inappropriate, then forget it." Muti twisted his fingers, looking a little embarrassed.

Ao Lang curled his lips and said, to put it another way, if it’s not “very inappropriate”, even if it’s “not quite suitable”, you really want to try it, right?

He looked at Muxiang, "Miss Muxiang, do you agree to give it a try?"

The three of them were hunting this Tailhammer Dragon together, so even if it was just out of courtesy, they had to ask her opinion.

Muxiang's expression was also a little stiff. "It's all right, but I don't often eat meat."

The subtext is, you guys taste yours and I'll just take a look.

"Okay." Orlan rubbed his face and came to the side of the poor Tailhammer Dragon. Since he really wanted to eat it, he had to choose the right part.

"I remember hearing that the meat of the Tailclover is a very high-end food ingredient," said the knowledgeable Yuwan.

"I see." Orlan nodded and walked around behind the Tail Hammer Dragon.

Just like how camel humps are considered premium ingredients? But is there really any hump left on this guy?

The meat peaks that were originally like two small hills had long been blown and burned to ashes, and the remaining parts were also burnt black by the fire, but you have to say, the burnt smell was indeed a bit fragrant.

"Should I be able to peel out some more fat from under the burnt carbonized layer?" Orlan muttered to himself.

The fleshy hump of the Tailclump Dragon is a backup energy source to support its high-intensity exercise, and there is subcutaneous fat in other parts of the body to store nutrients and maintain body function.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, even if it lost all the fat in its hump, the Tailclump Dragon would not be so weak that it would die.

But I always feel that it is a bit inhuman.

Suddenly, he remembered something and turned to ask, "Miss Seabuckthorn, Muxiang, are the materials you use to make incendiary bombs and flame bombs poisonous?"

Muxiang and Seabuckthorn looked at each other.

"The main material of the fire bomb is fire grass. Although it is not suitable for consumption, it is not poisonous."

"The incendiary bombs we use are similar, meow. The main incendiary agent is kerosene, meow. It seems a bit poisonous, meow, but it should be fine after the fire."

"Okay." Orlan nodded again.

It was the first time he cooked with such a cautious mindset, and he missed the simple days when he could just throw the semi-finished thick bacon into the frying pan and start frying.

He pried it open with a peeling knife, cutting away the charred layer to reveal the dark red muscle beneath.

In the process, he accidentally cut a blood vessel that was almost as thick as a radish. Blood spurted out violently, and he was so scared that he quickly pinched the blood vessel and sprinkled a handful of life dust.

He just wanted to get some meat from the meat peak to satisfy Muti's craving, but he still had to save the Tailhammer Dragon's life as much as possible.

After much difficulty, I finally scraped off a few pieces of residual fat from the bottom of the meat, carefully cut off the parts that were burnt by the fire and contaminated by the incendiary agent, and rinsed them carefully in the stream. Finally, I got a few palm-sized pieces of golden fat.

Ao Lang weighed the fat in his hand and felt that the texture of this thing was different from the fat of ordinary animals. It was not greasy and soft. After being washed with cool stream water, it seemed harder and crisper.

Muti also took this opportunity to clean the kitchen utensils and caught several fish.

She also knew that the fat in the meat peak of the Tail Club Dragon had long been lost, so it was just a taste of it, and eating it all you could eat was a luxury.

After sprinkling a few more handfuls of life dust on the wound on the tail hammer dragon's back, the few of them returned to the campfire.

Orlan placed the frying pan on a simple stand to dry out any remaining moisture. After the pan was heated, he added a small piece of butter to lightly lubricate the pan.

"I've never made this before, so I can't guarantee the taste." Orlan lowered Muti's expectations first.

Muti nodded quickly, "Yeah!"

She just wanted to taste it. At the beginning of the battle, after the dragon cannon was fired to wake the Tail Hammer Dragon from its slumber, she was deeply impressed by the fragrance that penetrated her nostrils.

The ingredients were limited and there was no chance for trial and error, so Orlan cut off a small piece of the few pieces of fat and slowly fried it in a frying pan.

Perhaps it's to quickly convert it into energy during combat? The fat on the Tailhammer's hump releases oil incredibly quickly, almost like squeezing a soaked sponge—the oil melts and flows out instantly.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of oil.

Ao Lang quickly turned the small piece of fat over. In less than half a minute, the volume of the meat shrank by nearly two-thirds and turned into golden oil residue.

If it was fried any further it would get burnt, so Ao Lang took out the small piece of meat with a fork and sprinkled a little salt on it.

Muti stared at the piece of meat blankly. Orlan wanted to taste it himself first to confirm whether there was any problem, but he had no choice but to stuff the meat into Muti's mouth.

"Ummmmmm!"

"How about it?"

"Delicious! Smells so good!" Muti gave a thumbs up.

Aolan was helpless. "Be more specific. Is it overcooked? Is the fire too high? Does it need to be cooked longer or something?"

Muti held his head and thought hard, then said, "Maybe fry it for a shorter time? That way the oil will be forced out and the food will become less."

"understood."

Ao Lang placed the frying pan closer to the fire, waited until the oil temperature in the pan rose, and then cut a small piece of meat and put it in.

Flip it over after a few seconds, and take it out after a few more seconds to prevent excessive loss of fat. This method is somewhat similar to the way he fried fish dragon liver in the past.

Meatloaf and fish liver are both ingredients with extremely high fat content and they are easy to produce oil, so he took a look at them.

After being taken out of the pot, the small piece of meat naturally fell into Muti's mouth again.

"Oh! It tastes even better!" Muti's eyes lit up.

"Does it feel like an ichthyosaur liver?"

"No, no! It's completely different. This isn't the kind that melts in your mouth. It's crunchy and only melts after you swallow it!"

Aolan felt more confident.

This kind of meat is not suitable for cooking in large pieces, at least not for frying in a frying pan, so he cut all the remaining fat into small pieces, fried a little at a time, sprinkled some seasoning on it, blew it on it after taking it out of the pan, and put it into his mouth immediately.

"It's definitely crispy," Orlan savored it carefully. "It feels like neck meat, but not that springy and chewy. More like, like squid or something? That's not quite right."

"In short, it's delicious!" Muti concluded.

Muxiang also tasted a small piece and gave it a high evaluation.

After eating a few pieces of fried meat sprinkled with salt and pepper, Orlan shook his head with some regret. "It's a pity I didn't bring some icing sugar. Otherwise, I think eating something sweet would have a different flavor. Some honey would have been nice too."

"I have frosting." Muxiang handed over a small bag.

"."

Rather than being surprised, Aolang was more speechless. He took the small bag from Muxiang and asked, "Why do you carry something like this with you?"

"For dipping rabbit dumplings."

"I knew it." Orlan sprinkled some more icing sugar on a piece of meat just out of the pot.

"Ooooh! This is delicious too!!"

Muti is not good at using precise and complex words to describe what makes food delicious, but from the volume of her voice, one can roughly judge how much she likes the food.

Ao Lang recorded this way of eating in the recipe.

There wasn't much meat, so the three of them and the two cats shared it and finished it all quickly.

Muti was still a little unsatisfied. She looked at the poor Tail-hammer Dragon with regret, but did not think of getting anything more. She was just greedy, not unable to control her mouth.

There was still plenty of oil left in the pan, and Orlan began to fry the fish in the fat.

The aroma of the tail hammer dragon meat oil is extraordinary. Even if you just fry the fish using the most common method, the taste will be much better.

After finishing the fish, Muti went to pick some mushrooms and came back with them, sucking up all the grease in the pot before he was reluctantly satisfied.

It can be seen that she quite likes the aroma of breast oil.

If the oil did not come from a troublesome monster like the Tailhammer Dragon, but from a large strange bird or something like that, Orlan would consider finding an opportunity to hunt it a few more times.

But the Tailhammer Dragon was finally forgotten.

Even Muti himself had no interest in a second hunt.

Muti once again cast a regretful gaze at the Tailhammer Dragon. Suddenly, she remembered something, "Speaking of which, this additional mission."

"Forget about cutting off the tail hammer and delivering it. We can only discuss with the professor and see if the workshop owner and others can be allowed to take a closer look at the tail hammer." Orlan continued.

"That's not what I meant." Muti shook his head. "The workshop owner can add a request to bring back the tail hammer intact.

Then can I pay for it myself and post a commission, asking other hunters to bring back the Meat Peak when hunting Tail Hammer Dragon?

Additional conditions: you cannot use fire-attribute weapons or flame bombs to destroy the meat peak. You must bring the meat peak back intact!"

"Are you a ghost?" Muxiang looked at her with horror.

Aolan couldn't help but cover his face. "No hunter would be willing to accept such an outrageous commission. The hump is the Tailhammer Dragon's only weakness. Not attacking the hump means we have to fight the Tailhammer Dragon head-on.

The actual difficulty of the mission is heading straight towards five or even six stars. Isn't it a bit too much to ask a high-level hunter to help you get the ingredients?"

"That's right." Muti's mood visibly dropped.

Yuwan glanced at her and said nothing.

It wanted to help Muti get two meat humps back, but it didn't have the ability. Even if it formed a mammoth team, it would be wishful thinking to bring back a complete set of meat humps.

But maybe we can change our thinking?

Just send a letter to Muti's parents and the meat will be delivered to their door, meow?

Chapter 214: Hot Ship

Hunting the Tailhammer Dragon only took a whole day, and even including the previous day of reconnaissance and preparation, it only took two days.

The time it took to wait for the guild's response was several times longer. From the evening the hunt ended to now, nearly a week had passed...

Orlan and the other two took turns guarding the unconscious Tailhammer Dragon to prevent it from being attacked by other dragons. At the same time, in order to prevent the Tailhammer Dragon from waking up from its coma, they fired several tranquilizer bullets for capture.

You know, this powerful anesthetic bullet used to capture large monsters is poisonous. After several times, coupled with the fact that it was already seriously injured and had not taken water or food for a long time, the vital signs of the Tailhammer Dragon became weaker and weaker.

They had no choice but to use up all their life dust to slightly alleviate the injuries of the Tailhammer Dragon, but even so, in two or three days at most, this once mighty and majestic "Iron Hammer of Nature" would become weak and die in his coma.

Late at night on the sixth day after the hunt, by the campfire in the woods.