Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Deliciousness and endurance are the basis. It is necessary to provide hunters with the calories necessary for high-intensity combat. More sophisticated ones will also add special ingredients and medicinal herbs to further enhance the hunter's physical functions.

In some areas, due to local dietary habits, cats may be fed special drinks or glutinous rice balls instead of cat food, which is often condemned by hunters as unorthodox.

Of course, this kind of thing would not happen in Barubale. According to the fat bug stick user, Chef Cat is also a master of cat food.

Going to Chef Meow's shop for a big meal before going out hunting has become a common habit for many Barubare hunters. In comparison, the Barubare's gathering place tavern seems less noticeable.

When they arrived at Chef Meow's shop, it was already dark.

The tables and chairs in front of the store were all occupied, and they waited for a long time before finally a table of customers finished their meal and left.

Aolang and Seabuckthorn, who had not eaten for almost the entire day, were already quite hungry, but they didn't feel that hungry anymore.

Letting Orlan and Seabuckthorn sit down first, the fat bug stick user ran to the stove and whispered something with Chef Elu, who was dressed very distinctively.

Seeing the small bag of spices in the fat bug stick user's hand, the chef's expression became obviously serious.

Wiping his saliva, he returned to the dining table and chuckled, "Everything is ordered. Chef Meow will make good arrangements. Let's just wait and enjoy the feast!"

"Well, I haven't had time to ask yet."

Aolan looked at the outgoing fat man with some hesitation. At first, they just chatted for a few minutes while waiting in line together, so there was naturally no need to ask each other's names.

But now that we're sitting down to eat together, it would be a bit inappropriate if we don't even know each other's names.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I was just talking to myself about food and didn't have time to introduce myself." The fat bug stick user wiped his face and said, "My name is Jara, and as you can see, I'm a bug stick user.

By the way, little brother, you are also hunters, right?"

"Well, my name is Orlan, and I'm from Locklark." Orlan took the initiative to extend his hand and shook hands with the other party.

"My name is Seabuckthorn, meow." Seabuckthorn also briefly stated his name. "But how did Mr. Jarrah know that? I don't think the boss and I have ever told anyone about hunters, and I am wearing ordinary clothes."

"Pace, pace!" The fat man named Jarrah laughed, "It's not easy for ordinary people to keep up with my pace.

I only remembered to slow down after walking a few steps, and then when I looked back, I saw that you guys hadn't fallen behind at all, so I roughly guessed it."

"I see." Orlan nodded slowly. "By the way, this Chef Meow shouldn't be from Barubare, right?"

Aolan glanced around and said, "From the food, the kitchen utensils, to the style of clothing, none of them look like they belong in the desert."

"Yes, Chef Meow comes from a very far away country." Jarrah fanned himself with his big, fat hands, "Do you see that huge iron pot in his hand?

It is good at using that kind of iron pan to do a cooking method called "stir-frying", and it also likes to cook food with high-temperature steam. I have only seen these cooking techniques in it.

Oh, and those steamed buns are super delicious! No, I can’t wait, I’ll go order two baskets so we can fill our stomachs first!

Jara, who had just sat down for less than two minutes, jumped out again, which made Oran sigh in his heart. Considering this guy's agile and active nature, how much did he have to eat to become so fat?

"Ok?"

As his thoughts wandered, a tall and thin figure walking down the oil-lamp-lit street caught his attention.

Isn't that Muti?

The other person's condition was obviously not good. He walked with a limp, one of his arms was hanging, a bandage was tied on his forehead, and his cheek was a little swollen. He looked pitiful and funny.

Her destination was also Chef Meow's food stall. She saw from afar that it was full, and her bruised face showed visible disappointment.

Just as I was wondering whether I should stand there and wait for a while, enduring the strange looks from others, or just find another stall to eat at, I heard someone calling me.

"Hey! Muti!" Orlan stood up from the table and waved to her.

However, he didn't expect that Muti's first reaction when he saw him was not to come over, but to cover his face with his hands and subconsciously turned around to hide.

A question mark appeared above Orlan's head.

Muti was not the only one who was attracted by his shouting. Chef Meow, who was busy cooking, also looked up, then screamed and dropped the iron pot and spoon in his hands, and ran around the stove.

"Meow! How did you become like this? Meow?" Chef Meow ran to Muti, jumping around, trying to check her injuries.

Seeing more and more people's eyes focused on him, Muti looked like he was about to cry, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Why don't you sit down first?" Aolan pointed at the square table in front of them. "There's still a seat."

With nowhere to hide, Muti had no choice but to sit down at their table.

"I'll go get the medicine box, meow!"

Muti quickly reached out and grabbed Chef Meow's tail. "I'm really fine. Uncle Meow, you should go back to your work. The food on the stove is about to burn."

"Meow!" Chef Meow screamed again, and left a message to Orlan, "Little brother, please help me take care of her meow, and I'll give you free extra dishes meow!", then hurried back to the stove.

At this time, Jara came back with two steamers in his arms. Seeing Muti standing at the table with his face bruised and swollen, his head bowed, he turned and asked Aolan, "Your friend? He looks miserable."

Seabuckthorn also looked at him curiously. How come it didn't know that Olang had friends in Barubare?

Faced with their questions, Orlan had to give a simple explanation, "When we encountered the Earth Sand Dragon a few days ago, the swordsman who came to help was her."

As for why Muti became what he is now, he had some guesses in his mind.

She didn't have enough time to go back and forth to the city to take on other tasks. She must have gone to hunt the sand dragon alone after parting with me.

If her guess was correct, the Sand Dragon was her original target, which would explain why she appeared near the swamp so coincidentally.

But isn't she a two-star hunter? How did she get the mission to hunt a three-star dangerous Sand Dragon?

It can't be poaching.

After all, they had fought side by side. Even if she really did engage in poaching, Orlan did not intend to expose her directly in front of others.

So he changed the question, "Were you attacked by that sand dragon again?"

With a bruised face and nose, Muti looked weak and honest, but she was smart and quickly understood Orlan's thoughts and concerns.

"sorry!"

She stood up and bowed sharply, as if she was about to smash the table with her forehead. "I didn't tell the truth at that time. Actually, my hunter level is three stars, and that Sand Dragon was indeed my mission target."

Ao Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. It was good that it wasn't poaching.

Now the matter is very clear. It should be that Muti received the task of hunting the sand dragon first, but it was already dark when he arrived at the hunting ground. For safety reasons, he rested in the camp and prepared to hunt after dawn.

At night, he was startled by the roar of the Sand Dragon and the sound of fighting. He ran over to check the situation. After finding that he was fighting with the Sand Dragon, he joined the battle.

After working together to repel the Sand Dragon, the two separated. He returned to the camp to protect the caravan, while she continued to hunt the injured Sand Dragon, and then overturned the car.

He was not too surprised that the other party was a three-star hunter. With his swordsmanship as a foundation, it was normal for him to be promoted to three stars.

As for why the other party concealed the true hunter level

Is it strange to hide something from a stranger of the opposite sex you meet for the first time in the wild?

With the experience of their previous collaboration, Orlan was not surprised, but Jarrah on the side widened his eyes.

"Wait, how old are you and already a three-star?!"

"Seventeen years old." Muti muttered softly, "But I'm only a half-baked three-star, so I'm embarrassed to say it."

Chapter 60 Stop Scolding

Looking at Muti mumbling, Orlan didn't know what to say.

What is parallel import Samsung?

I am of similar age and I am just a two-star hunter, but I am called a genius by many people. No matter how "watery" your three-star is, it is not on the same level as a two-star hunter.

Besides, with that exquisite swordsmanship that could suppress a Sand Dragon head-on, and that incredible shield-swinging power that made a Sand Dragon roll its eyes, how did you even associate yourself with the term "parallel import"?

Your peers are still in training camp or following their teachers to lay the foundation, but you are anxious because you couldn't defeat the Sand Dragon alone?

Be more confident!

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but Olang, who was not good at praising others, did not say them directly.

He took out a bun as big as a palm from the steamer brought by Fatty Jara and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

"Don't think about that, let's eat first."

"Thanks."

Muti responded softly, and her expression seemed to become more cheerful as she took the food. She bit off one-third of the bun in one bite, chewed it twice with her cheeks puffed up, and swallowed it, and then took the second bite.

When Ao Lang picked up another bun to eat it himself, she had already finished it.

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Ao Lang was silent for a second, then handed the bun over again.

Jala stared at him blankly. "Your mouth doesn't look that big, does it? At the rate you're eating, two baskets of buns won't hold a lot of weight, right?"

Orlan didn't mind that Muti ate a lot, after all, the other party had told him before that he had a big appetite.

He was only worried that the food wouldn't be served fast enough, and that she would finish both baskets of buns in a short while, which would be a bit awkward.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Chef Meow obviously knew Muti, and he was obviously leaning towards their table when cooking and serving the dishes.

Before the three people and the cat could finish their buns, a huge plate of mixed fried rice was brought to their table.

"Fill your stomach first, meow, the other dishes will be here soon, meow!"

The cat chef's figure quickly shuttled between the chopping board, stove, grill, and steamer, and the speed of serving dishes was astonishingly fast.

Not only their table, but the guests at other tables were not neglected. Having been hungry all day, Ao Lang and his friends no longer cared about anything else and started eating.

"The finale is here, meow!"

A whole roasted leg of meat, along with the grill, landed on their table with a "bang!" "You brought the most authentic balubale spices, so I grilled it the most traditional way. These two are the perfect match!"

He wielded the kitchen knife like a frantic double-sword wielder, slicing the large piece of roasted leg meat into large slices, then generously sprinkled a handful of orange-red balubare spice powder on it.

A rich, complex and exotic aroma hit him in the face. Although his stomach was already about 70% full, at this moment, Orlan still felt a large amount of saliva being secreted in his mouth.

Muti, who was originally in a depressed mood because of the failure of the mission, no longer looked depressed. He cheered and started to eat.

Orlan also picked up a large piece with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

The smell of spices rushed to his head and almost made him sneeze, but after savoring it carefully, he could only say that the last dish of Balubare barbecue was worth all the twists and turns!

The table was full of huge delicacies, and almost half of them ended up in Muti's stomach. Even so, Orlan was still burping, and Seabuckthorn was lying on the chair with his belly bulging, looking unable to move.

Jara was no longer as lively as before, lazily leaning against the back of the seat, like a peach-haired beast king who wanted to sleep after eating a full meal.

After a short pause, Aolan stood up and prepared to pay.

Muti and Jara hurriedly tried to stand up, but Orlan pressed his palm towards them and said, "Okay, this meal is mine, Muti. I told you before that I would treat you to a big meal as a thank you.

And Brother Jarrah, you took us around for so long and we tasted the best barbecue here. It would be a shame to ask you to pay for it again."

Muti scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, "Well, fine, I'll pay next time."

"belch--!"

Jara's loud burp caught their attention. "I'm so lucky to have you two here today. Grandma Medicine prepared the spices herself, and Chef Meow prepared a feast. I'm so lucky!

We're accredited friends now, and if you get any rare ingredients, we'll treat you to a meal!

I am a native of Barubare. If you have any questions or need help, please feel free to come to me.

I'm familiar with the owners of all the food stalls. If you ask them 'Fatty Jala', they will tell you where to find me.

It looks like you two still have something to say, so we won't bother you any more. Let's go!"

As he spoke, Jara patted his belly, supported his body with the insect-control stick beside him, stood up with difficulty, waved his big chubby hands as a greeting, and left alone.

Looking at the fat man's graceful back as he left, Orlan smiled. Ms. Sophia had given him the opportunity to make more friends before, and now he had made some.

Finding Chef Meow who was a little free, Orlan took out his wallet and was about to pay when he heard Chef Meow say that he would give them a free meal for the sake of Spice and Muti.

After Orlan explained for a long time that this meal was to thank Muti for his previous support in the war, it reluctantly agreed to accept some of it, but it was still extremely affordable, barely enough to pay for the ingredients.

When Aolang wanted to give him more, the dog waved a big spoon and chased him away, saying that he was in the way. In the end, the dog even made him take away two bowls of sweet cakes.

He scratched his face and returned to the dining table, placing both bowls of sweet cakes in front of Muti.

He and Seabuckthorn really can't eat a single bite.

"Are you familiar with Chef Meow?" After sitting down and pouring himself a cup of tea, Orlan asked curiously.

It's not just about the free meal. From Chef Meow's attitude when he found out that Muti was injured, it can be seen that they are not just ordinary regular customers.

But isn’t this guy from Dondoruma?

"Hmm..." Muti scooped a large piece of cake with a spoon and put it in his mouth. He bit the spoon and said vaguely, "It's my mother who is familiar with Chef Meow. They traveled together before." (Note)

"I see." Orlan nodded. "By the way, are you still planning on hunting that Sand Dragon?"