Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"It's a pity that there's no suitable fixing agent. If this continues, it won't be long before it fades back to its original color."

"What a shame, meow!"

Xianglan's screams stopped.

".Really? Bring me a mirror and let me see."

Chapter 262 It’s all the fault of the strange-faced tribe!

"Little Muti! Give me a mirror. My mirror was broken before, meow!"

"Coco, I didn't bring a mirror?" Muti frantically rummaged through the package.

"How can a girl not carry a mirror with her, meow!" Xianglan first scolded Muti in a very elder-like manner, then looked at Muxiang, "Do you have a mirror, meow?"

Muxiang nodded and took out a small, exquisite mirror from her bag. "Please use it."

Muti looked at Muxiang in surprise.

Mu Xiang tilted her head and explained quietly, "As a shooter, it makes sense for me to carry a mirror with me to observe things outside the bunker."

Xianglan held up the mirror and looked around for a long time. "The color is okay, but some places are not very even."

Then it looked at the professor and said, "Can you help me get some more bitter worm juice so that I can replenish my lust?"

The professor's face darkened and he didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.

As an acquaintance of many years, Xianglan naturally understood the professor's personality. She shook the water out of her fur and said, "Forget it, I'll do it myself later. I can even give the tail a gradient color."

Xianglan held the mirror and admired her beauty. The professor prepared to arrange for everyone to evacuate.

Although the area near the pool is temporarily safe, it is still within the territory of the dragon slayer and is not suitable for staying for a long time.

Now that we have met up with Eric, Orlan and the others, it's time to return to the city.

"Wait a moment, Professor."

Suddenly remembering something, Orlan came to the broken cart, took out the gift from the Strange-faced Tribe from his bag, and handed it to the professor.

"Professor, can you tell what this is?"

"The wings of a large insect." The professor answered decisively, but some subsequent discoveries made his expression serious.

He carefully placed the wing on a relatively flat rock, took out his multi-functional eyepiece, and looked closely at it.

"Sure enough, this color and structure, this star-like scale powder..." The professor opened his eyepiece and stared at Orlan seriously. "Where did you get this?"

Noticing the seriousness in the professor's tone, Orlan quickly explained how he obtained the wing membrane.

"The straight-line distance between this place and Lake Esther in West Shulet isn't too far. Could the Qimian tribe have gotten it from there?

No, that's unlikely. Although this wing is a little dry, it is not rotten. The time of death should be within a week. It is impossible for the Qimian tribe to walk so far in a week.

So one of them got lost and ended up in the northwest part of the forest?"

"professor?"

Alan vaguely heard the outline of the professor's mumbling, "Is there any dangerous monster nearby?"

"It's more special than dangerous." The professor did not intend to elaborate.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "That might be the source of the changes in the dense forest. Let's hurry back."

Eric squeezed over. He also seemed to know nothing about the mysterious monster that the professor mentioned, but he heard the words "the source of the changes in the dense forest."

"Return now? We have three hunters now, and you are here, Professor. And that 'possible source' might be nearby. Shouldn't we take this opportunity to conduct a thorough search?"

"No." The professor refused decisively, "We are not well prepared and well-supplied, and there's a slayer dragon roaming nearby.

Rather than risking a search, it is more important to return to the city immediately and report this to the Guild Headquarters."

After saying this, without giving Eric a chance to continue, the professor carefully folded up the mysterious wing and said, "Olang, I need to take this thing away. I will compensate you later."

Ao Lang looked at Xianglan. He didn't care. After all, this thing didn't look like it could be used as equipment material. It was useless except for being beautiful.

But he had promised to give it to Xianglan after all.

Xianglan glanced at the professor and waved her paw to indicate that it was okay. She also knew that once this important specimen fell into the professor's hands, there would be no chance to get it back.

However, from another perspective, this wing membrane might be considered the greatest gain of their trip?

Although he had only been away for more than half a month, when he walked into the gate of Metabetat, Orlan still felt as if he was in another world.

Really, I'm back.

Under the curious gazes of countless passers-by, Seabuckthorn rode the tattered cart that had accompanied them for many days, carrying everyone, and creaked to the door of the meeting place.

In fact, during the last few days of the return journey, Xiang was mostly pulling the cart.

However, perhaps realizing that he would have to say goodbye forever to the cart he named "Fire Dragon No. 8", Seabuckthorn insisted on completing the last section himself.

The moment the cart stopped at the door of the gathering place, Seabuckthorn burst into tears.

“Meow——!!”

Orlan rubbed its head soothingly.

Leaving the space for Seabuckthorn and its tattered cart to be alone, the group followed the professor into the meeting hall and came to the task counter.

Seeing them return, the guild leader's face lit up with a relieved smile. She held her hands in front of her, a gentle smile on her lips. "Welcome back, I hope everyone is safe."

Aolan looked the other man up and down.

If Seabuckthorn were here, he would most likely say, "Your smile is so disgusting, meow," but Ao Lang would never say such rude words directly.

It can only be expressed through facial expressions.

A vein popped up on the poster girl's forehead. If that old man hadn't been here, would she have had to be so serious?!

"Prepare the peregrine falcon for me. I need to send an urgent letter to headquarters. Also, have the other investigation teams returned?"

"Ah, good!" Miss Noya's face became serious when she heard the serious news. "The investigation teams from the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau and the Crazy Dragon Disease Research Institute have returned, and their report is 'no abnormalities'.

The four investigation teams of the Scribe Corps have made some discoveries, but one team has yet to return."

"Notify the heads of each investigation team to hold a meeting." After saying that, the professor left in a hurry.

After the professor left, Miss Noya finally relaxed. She asked Orlan curiously, "What did you encounter?"

"I exchanged something strange with the Strange-Faced Tribe, and the professor seems to be very interested in it." Orlan said vaguely, "Oh, by the way, there is something I need to report.

We were attacked by a Thousand Blades Dragon and we defeated it in self-defense. It shouldn't be against the rules for me to use its materials to craft equipment, right?"

The poster girl president looked at Xianglan blankly. After all, according to the procedure, this guy was the captain of the investigation team.

Just as I was about to ask, the words came out instead, "Why are you blue?"

"."

Xianglan choked, jumped onto the counter and spun around, "It's dyed, it looks good, meow?"

"It looks good, it looks good." The worldly-wise president nodded quickly, "How did you dye it? I'll try it next time. Oh, no, I'll ask you about this later.

Ms. Xianglan, is it true what Oran just said about hunting the Thousand Blade Dragon in self-defense?"

"Really meow! That damn Thousand Blade Dragon deserves to be cut into pieces meow!" It gets angry when it mentions the Thousand Blade Dragon!

"Could you please give me a brief description of the attack?"

"It's really troublesome, meow. Anyway, that Thousand Blade Dragon suddenly attacked the airship, and the airship crashed, meow."

"The airship crashed?!!" The poster girl president let out a sharp cry.

Speaking of this, not only Xianglan, but Aolang and the others also felt a little guilty, after all, the airship was borrowed from the president.

Moreover, even a small airship is definitely not cheap.

"Yes, or should we let the guarantor pay for it?" Xianglan's eyes wandered.

Muti: “.”

If I remember correctly, the guarantor was her father.

Ao Lang smiled bitterly. "I will compensate for the losses, but I may not have enough cash. Can you pay in installments?"

The eyes of the poster girl president lit up slightly.

She had been thinking about how to tie up Orlan and the others and kill them in the Metabetat gathering place. Isn't this a great opportunity?

Since he owes a debt, shouldn't Aolang stay? If Aolang stays, will Muti still run away? If Aolang and Muti both stay, shouldn't Muxiang stay too?

Installment! Must installment!

"Huh? Wait a minute." Eric said suddenly, "If we get nothing on this trip, I'm afraid we'll have to bear the compensation ourselves.

But we brought back a clue this time, so it seems we can get the Academy or Guild Headquarters to reimburse us for the losses!"

Aolan's depressed mood suddenly brightened, "Really?!"

President Noah wanted to lie and say that this was fake, but in this kind of situation, Orlan would be able to find out the truth by asking the professor, and given the professor's character, he would help him reimburse the compensation.

The labor force that was obtained flew away.

"Thanks to the strange-faced people!" Orlan sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Damn the strange-faced people! The poster girl president gritted her teeth.

Chapter 263 I’m leaving, meow!

Not only did Aolang get some clues through the Qimian tribe, but the paleontologist team responsible for investigating the central and southern parts of the jungle also made some discoveries.

At the professors' meeting, a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her fifties and was energetic and sharp spoke first, "I'll skip the self-introduction. I'm one of the investigation team leaders of the Scribe Team.

Our team discovered a ferocious sleeping bird. It was very aggressive. We have reason to suspect that it was not a mutation that occurred naturally, but was affected by some external factors.

We found it in the southwest area of ​​the dense forest. Here are the exact coordinates."

Another slightly younger man, but still in his forties, with dark skin, raised his hand and said, "Our team is responsible for the southernmost part of the dense forest, and we haven't found any new ferocious monsters.

But we visited the village that had come into contact with the previous ferocious Tail-Hammer Dragon. According to the villagers, the Tail-Hammer Dragon was originally very docile.

The sudden attack and destruction of the stronghold may be a normal feeding behavior, or it may be due to some stimulation.

In addition, a young man who was picking mountain products mentioned that he had seen a "big glowing butterfly" at night.

We originally had many speculations about this so-called 'butterfly,' but after seeing the sample the professor brought back, we seem to have a rough idea of ​​its true identity."

"Hold on."

A thin dragon scholar spoke up. Judging from the style of his robe, he was a member of the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau. "The sample the professor brought back was found in the northwest of the dense forest, and there are sightings in the south of the dense forest.

Considering the monster's lazy nature, its range of activity couldn't be that large. Could there be more than one?

If only one individual left their original habitat, it might be an accident, but two..."

"The worst-case scenario is collective action on a larger scale."

The professor took over the conversation, "In addition to continuing the investigation of the dense forest, I believe it is more important to send a team deep into the Esther Lake area to confirm the situation.

We still know too little about this monster."

……

What happened in the dense forest, and even what happened in the more distant West Shuret region, is something that the guild leaders and scholars need to be concerned about.

For young hunters like Orlan, who can already be called "core" or "elite" but are still a long way from being truly strong, it is enough to consider the things in front of them.

In the clinic, the old doctor took off his glasses and signaled to Oran that he could put on his pants.

"Amazing wound care skills."

The old doctor praised, "This type of laceration is the most difficult to treat. Not only does it cause continuous bleeding at the time of injury, which is very dangerous, but it is also prone to repeated ruptures during the healing process, which greatly prolongs the healing time and may even leave serious sequelae.

But your wound was treated very properly at the beginning, and adjustments were made many times during the healing process, which ensured the rapid healing of the wound and avoided the occurrence of wound infection, muscle adhesion and the like.

Even in a well-equipped medical clinic, I wouldn't be able to do better than this, let alone since you came all the way from the depths of the jungle."

Beside him, Xianglan raised her chin proudly.

In fact, when he returned to the city, Orlan felt that the wound on his leg was completely fine and healed.

It was Xianglan who urged him to go to the clinic for another check-up and insisted on going along.

At first, Aolan was touched by Lady Xianglan's responsibility and concern, but now he realized that he seemed to want to hear more words of praise from the doctor.