Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Ow!"

Muti had no choice but to half-crouch down, holding Xiang's body with both hands. Under Muxiang's gaze as if he had seen a ghost, he "Hey!" and lifted the hound, which was more than a meter tall, above his head so that Yuwan could not touch it.

"Forget it, forget it, stop fighting."

Chapter 253 I have to rescue those idiots

Facts have proven that the most likely reason why children are disobedient is because they are not beaten enough.

Xiang, who was originally out of control, became well-behaved and docile after receiving a lesson from Yuwan.

Before, Muxiang would never dare to take it to a crowded shopping street like she does now.

What if this guy suddenly jumped up and overturned someone's stall, and then hit or trampled a few people? She wouldn't be able to stop him even with the reins.

Now, the reins were no longer necessary. Yuwan was sitting cross-legged on its back, his head almost lowered to the ground, and he kept moving towards Muti.

Now it has a concept in its mind.

——If you provoke the demon on your back, you will die, and the only one who can save you is the human in front of you who is taller than you.

Seeing that the cat and the dog were getting along quite harmoniously, Muti finally felt relieved.

She looked at Muxiang and asked with a smile, “Sister Muxiang, have you ever been to Dondoruma before, besides passing by?

There are still a few days until the gathering day. If you are interested, I can take you on a tour of East Doruma."

"I've been here a few times before, so there's no need to travel." Muxiang shook her head. "I've been slacking off for a long time, and compared to you, I'm even more ashamed.

Rather than playing, I want to find a suitable training ground to regain my rusty hands."

Muti tilted his head and thought about it.

Unlike swordsmen who can practice with a wooden target or even a piece of open space, archers have much higher requirements for training facilities.

The training ground in my basement is definitely not suitable. Its long side is only about ten meters, which is close to the face for a shooter, and I can't even practice shooting.

In fact, the best way is to take on a mission to defeat small monsters and practice in the wild.

But the gathering date was approaching, and in a few days they would have to return to Metabetat by airship, so the time did not seem to be enough.

As for the training grounds suitable for shooters in the city, there are actually only two. One is at the Hunter's Gathering House, but there are too many people there, so you need to queue up, and it is difficult to practice freely.

The other place is in the training camp, which has a larger venue and more complete facilities. However, in order to prevent hunters from rushing over and snatching the trainees' venue, hunters are not allowed to borrow it at will in principle.

After briefly explaining the situation, Muti continued, "The shooter training ground at the assembly hall is recommended to be used late at night, especially in the second half of the night, when there will be fewer people and it will be more comfortable for training.

As for the training camp, well, maybe we could ask Sister Fufu's mother to try? She's the chief instructor at the training camp, though she might not agree."

"The training ground in the assembly hall will do." Muxiang decisively chose the former. The latter violated the regulations and required the use of favors, which was really unnecessary.

After discussing it, the two decided to go to the Public Bar for a big meal, which would last until midnight, and then go to the shooting training ground at the assembly hall to practice.

Although training after a midnight snack was a bit strange, neither of them cared.

When Xiang heard that they were going to have a big meal, his ears perked up.

I've heard people say before that the Old World has a food culture that is completely different from that of Yanhuo Village. It loves new things that it has never seen before!

"Lower your head, you're blocking my view of the road, meow." A cold voice came from behind.

"Woof woof——" Xiang lowered his head in grievance.

Muti specially took Muxiang for a walk on the streets of Dongdoruma. After it was completely dark and his stomach started to rumble, he went to the Volkswagen Bar.

The public bar is at its busiest at this time.

Cutely dressed prostitutes and waiters, carrying trays filled with food and drinks, moved back and forth between the large tables.

Every table was filled with large pieces of meat and large glasses of wine.

The laughter, scolding and shouting of dozens or even hundreds of hunters and drinkers merged into a noisy wave, which stunned Muxiang who pushed the door open and entered.

You won't see such a scene in the gathering hall of Yanhuo Village. Although meatballs are not the only food there, the food is mostly light, even the drinks are the same.

Everyone enjoyed the flowers, tasted wine, and chatted, in a cheerful but not noisy atmosphere.

The tavern in Giovadreo is quite lively, but it is far smaller than the one in Dondoruma.

Such a noisy and lively scene made her, who always preferred quietness, excited.

"How's it going? It feels unusual, doesn't it?" Muti said with a smile, "The public bar at dinner time is also a unique scene in Dongdoruma."

"It's really extraordinary!" Muxiang exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.

Xiang, who already liked the hustle and bustle and was a show-off, started jumping up and down.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

"Quiet, meow."

"Wangwu——"

Two people, a cat and a hound were walking around the tables, looking for a seat.

Everyone has seen Elu, but not many have seen the Fang Hound. Many people, seeing this big furry dog ​​for the first time, can't help but reach out and touch it out of curiosity.

The caressing techniques of these people were not as professional and comfortable as those of a certain princess. There were even drunkards pulling at the tail. Xiang tried to prick and bare his teeth several times, but was suppressed by Yuwan every time.

I had no choice but to keep my tail between my legs and quickly pass through crowded places.

The public bar in Dongdoruma is not only open to hunters. It is really hard to find a seat at mealtime. In the end, the hostess helped them set up a temporary table near the task counter.

After training for most of the day and taking Muxiang for a long walk around the city, Muti began to order food page by page from the menu as usual.

Soon, all kinds of delicious food were served one after another.

Thanks to Muti and Xiang, the meal was eaten almost as fast as it was served. Otherwise, this makeshift small dining table would not be able to accommodate so much food.

Holding a large glass of ice beer in one hand and a huge piece of leg meat in the other, Muti was eating happily when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

"Professor!" She jumped up and waved vigorously at him. "Come and eat something!"

In the professor's eyes, it was just a very tall girl, waving a piece of roasted leg meat at him.

The professor, who was originally planning to go directly to the task counter, thought about it and turned over here.

Muti put the meat in his mouth and pulled an empty chair over from the side. Muxiang also quickly stood up and greeted the old man.

"Muti, there's also Muxiang, right?" The professor nodded at them. "Don't bother. I don't eat these at night."

Even as he said this, the old dragon man still sat down in his chair. Being a believer in efficiency, he got straight to the point and said, "I just received a letter from Eric. Did Orlan tell you about it?"

Muti and Muxiang looked at each other and shook their heads.

"To cut a long story short, something unusual has occurred in the Metat Forest. The guild and various academic organizations have already dispatched several investigation teams to investigate. I have no interest in getting involved.

But just a few days ago, a small investigation team led by a nine-star hunting cat entered the dense forest, and its members included Eric and Orlan.

Oh, you should also be familiar with that hunting cat Muti, your mother's hunting partner Xianglan."

"Meow!!"

The fish ball, who was leisurely picking bones from a grilled fish a second ago, had a stress reaction the moment he heard the name. All the hair on his body stood up and he looked like a hairball.

"Uh, Aunt Xianglan?"

Muti's mind was full of questions, and he didn't understand why Xianglan would run away with Aolan and Eric.

"According to Eric, they plan to enter the northwest area of ​​the dense forest to conduct a 'preliminary investigation' and then hope that I will form a more complete investigation team to follow up."

"Yeah." Muti nodded, indicating that he was listening carefully.

The professor glanced at her and said, "Don't just think about it. Don't you have any other ideas?"

Muti was bewildered.

Mu Xiang, however, sensed something was going on from the professor's tone. "You're not optimistic about their actions?"

"Not optimistic? Haha." The professor sneered, "Let's take a look at the composition of the so-called 'investigation team'.

A hunting cat with good abilities but no actual experience as a leader.

A young hunter who is most likely the de facto leader, but is born in the desert and has little understanding of the dense forest. Well, he should also bring a cat that is also from the desert.

And a rookie nerd who just got the title of "scribe", has very little experience in the wild, can't even beat an elf deer, and can't control himself and likes to run around everywhere.

Rather than expecting these 'investigation teams' to bring back any results, it's more practical to pray they don't get killed."

"Uh"

"Aha--"

The professor sighed heavily, "After all, Eric is my student. I plan to hire two hunters to bring those idiots out.

I just happened to meet you two, so I'll take it from you two."

Chapter 254 Myocardial Infarction

Hearing that Aolang and the others might be in danger, Muti Muxiang naturally no longer had the leisure to spend the last few days of her vacation leisurely.

After quickly filling her stomach, Muxiang picked up her weapon and ammunition belt and went to the shooting training ground in the assembly hall alone.

It’s not that she has to train again before setting off. Her main purpose is to debug the crossbow.

Weapons such as crossbows and bows have precise structures. Even if they are not used for a period of time, their shooting accuracy may decrease due to problems such as loose springs and bowstrings.

Although the current situation is not very urgent, she probably does not have time to find an opportunity to slowly debug it. Since there is a well-equipped shooting range at the Dondoruma Assembly Center, completing the debugging here as soon as possible is the best choice.

Muti also returned home after eating voraciously.

The departure time agreed with the professor is tomorrow. She has to say goodbye to Amos, and there are also some things at home that she has to pack into her luggage and take to Metabetat.

Amos felt inexplicably conflicted when he heard the news.

He got annoyed when Muti came back and stayed for a few days longer. Why did she need to rest for so long at such a young age? He wanted to send her back to work as soon as possible, but when it was time for Muti to leave, he felt reluctant to let her go.

Maybe that's just how old people are, prone to sentimentality.

As Amos was sighing, she saw Muti take out a few notebooks with old covers from the bookcase beside her bed and hurriedly stuffed them into her luggage.

"Wait a minute?!"

Amos's voice rose involuntarily. "Where are you going to take these?"

Muti looked down at the notebooks in his hands in confusion, then looked at Amos, "Take them to Metabetat?"

"Do you know how precious these notebooks are?!" Even Amos, who is very good at cultivating his Qi, couldn't help but feel a little exasperated.

The last time he got angry was... it was two weeks ago when Muti lay in bed every day and slept after eating.

This is the notebook where Muti's parents recorded their hunting experiences and various insights!

Not to mention how valuable the skills and experiences recorded in it are, there is so much confidential information that if an ordinary person just opens it and takes a look, he will be invited to have tea in the dark if the guild finds out.

Over the past decade or so, these notebooks have been kept by him personally.

Even when Muti became an official hunter, he didn't dare give it to her. After all, Muti was still young at that time and lacked judgment. It would be harmful rather than beneficial to learn a lot of knowledge and techniques in the notes too early.

When Muti came back this time, he had been promoted to four stars. A four-star hunter can no longer be considered a novice, and he has the qualifications to have a preliminary understanding of various confidential information.

After careful consideration, he handed these precious notes to Muti.

Shouldn't such valuable information be kept in the safest cabinet, with one's hands washed carefully before reading and the pages flipped through with care, and then put back carefully after reading, never taking it out of the study?

You just stuff it in your luggage and want to carry it everywhere?!

After being scolded by Amos with his forehead tapped, Muti felt a little aggrieved. "I also know that these notes are precious. If there is still time, I would like to memorize them directly in my head.

But I've been under training with Instructor Altman lately, so I haven't had time to watch it. I don't know when I'll be back next time...

Besides, it’s the content that’s valuable, not the notebook itself. Knowledge is only meaningful when it’s put to use, right?”

Amos choked.

Although, what the kid said does make some sense.

These notes may have some special commemorative significance to others, but to Muti they are just her parents' handwriting.

As she said, knowledge is only meaningful when it is put to use.

"You can't take them all with you," Amos gritted his teeth. "Take at most one. If you take more, you won't read them, and if you read them, you won't remember them."

He was as unsure of Muti's memory as he was of his muscles.