Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

"Of course!"

Compared to her previous irritable look, Nazia's expression was obviously much more relaxed. It was obvious that it was this "trouble" that made her in a bad mood.

"You know something about my parents in Dondoruma, right? Does the Academy know?"

"I heard about this from Brother Jara last time, but I'm not quite sure what kind of institution the Academy is." Orlan answered honestly.

Muti chimed in, "I know a little bit. It seems to be a semi-research, semi-educational institution established by the Guild, in collaboration with the Royal Paleontological Scribes, the Ancient Dragon Observatory, and the Dragon Calendar Institute." (Hope I don't get slapped in the face.)

Over the years, we have trained a large number of young scholars and various professional and technical personnel.”

"That's pretty much it. My parents were teachers there, teaching mechanics.

I received a letter from them yesterday saying that a great biology professor is coming to investigate some anomalies in Chongri Town.

Knowing that my parents came from the desert, the professor asked them to help find a guide.

Coincidentally, I had been to Chongri Town with them before to buy heat-resistant metal, so I knew the way there. Plus, I was a bit of a hunter, so my parents handed the job over to me.

"Um"

Ao Lang nodded as he listened. It was reasonable for a colleague to ask for help and sell his daughter back home.

Nazia continued, "If the scholar plans to go by airship, it doesn't matter if I go with him to show him the way or something, I'll just treat it as a shopping trip.

But from what my parents said, it seems that the scholar wants to travel by land and investigate all the way. It's okay near Barubare, but I don't have any experience trekking in the sea of ​​sand!

Although I was born and raised in the desert, the city of Barubare is indeed different from the depths of the sand sea, right?

Wouldn't it be a disaster if I led that scholar back and got lost in the sea of ​​sand?"

P.S. Note: Sun Worship Town does not appear in the game plot, but it is a desert industrial town that appears in the setting collection. More specific content will be described later (to some extent, it feels like it may be the prototype of the Oil Valley).

Chapter 79 Scholars from afar

"Walk to Chongri Town?"

Ao Lang had a headache. This round trip would take at least more than a month.

If it was just for the purpose of buying ore, it would definitely not be worth it. After all, they have a month and they should be able to collect enough by themselves by slowly inquiring and buying.

But don't forget, Nazia taught Seabuckthorn mechanical knowledge but didn't charge him tuition. This favor must be repaid. It seems that I have to make a difficult trip, but I won't drag Muti along for such a hard task, right?

He was about to agree when Nazia spoke first.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't explain it clearly. Of course we're not walking there. We will provide you with mounts, which will cut the travel time in half.

And you won't be working for nothing. The Academy will offer a generous salary. What do you think?"

Hearing what the other party said, Olang's expression relaxed a lot. The hard work instantly became easy. He looked at Muti and asked, "What do you think?"

"That's fine with me. I've never been to a sea of ​​sand before, and it seems like it would be quite interesting." Muti said with two thumbs up.

"Okay, leave it to us." Ao Lang nodded in agreement.

"Okay!" Nazia clapped her hands happily, "The scholar should be here in three or four days. Just let me know if you need anything.

Also, give me an address. I'll contact the merchants I know right now and have the ore you need delivered to them as soon as possible!"

Nazia was very efficient, and it seemed that she had used a lot of connections. A large amount of selected ore was delivered to the blacksmith shop of the dragon craftsman the next day.

The craftsman was more efficient, and the process of making mineral weapons was relatively simple, so Orlan's iron sword [Kagura] was made on the same day.

As for Muti's defense team's improved gun rifle, it took another day because of its much more complicated structure.

When the two received the notice and ran to the blacksmith shop to pick up the goods, the cutting edge of the rifle still had a faint residual heat.

The craftsman pointed to two brand new weapons on the weapon rack and told them to use as they pleased.

He didn't even say anything like "try it out to see if it fits", because he was confident that the size of the weapon he created would be suitable for the needs of both of them.

Oran picked up his iron sword [Kagura] and drew it from its sheath.

The sword blade looked ordinary, and there seemed to be no big difference compared to his previous iron knife except that the blade was brighter.

But after swinging it twice, you can find that the mass-produced iron sword that costs several hundred yuan is no match for the iron sword [Kagura] made by the master craftsman himself.

The size of the hilt, the curvature of the blade, the arrangement of the center of gravity, etc., every detail has been done to the best. Taken together, the improvement in the feel is obvious, and even the accuracy of the sword has been significantly improved.

"You seem to be using the katana as a great sword, so I've thickened the blade and slightly adjusted the weight of the hilt."

After saying that, the craftsman looked at Muti again and said, "You prefer swinging and smashing rather than stabbing, so I increased the size of the cutting blade at the front of the gunpowder to make it more suitable for chopping.

The shield is also thicker, so even if you use it as a hammer, it will not be easily deformed.

Of course, such a modification will result in an increase in weight, but it should not be a burden for you."

Orlan and Muti looked at each other speechlessly.

They didn't tell the craftsmen about using the katana as a broadsword and the shield as a hammer. It seems that they were the ones who informed them.

"By the way, the materials of the Earth Sand Dragon are difficult to process. Your new armor, Muti, will take some time to be completed." After seeing the two of them trying out the new weapons, the craftsman said again.

Speaking of this, Muti's face showed obvious embarrassment.

It was not possible to create a complete set of armor with only half of the sand dragon materials, so Orlan gave her all the materials he had collected.

Of course, if the guild members asked, he could only say that he did not strip the materials, otherwise it would violate the ban on trading monster materials.

He had no interest in the armor made of earth dragon materials. According to the craftsman, it was a set of purely defensive heavy armor.

The thick and heavy armor can provide effective protection for the user (Defense +), while the specially designed joint locks and anti-slip spikes can provide additional assistance when the user enters a defensive posture (Blocking Performance).

If he were to wear this thing, he wouldn't even be able to run fast, and the rhythm of the battle that emphasizes offense would be affected.

If Muti still used the katana like before, she wouldn't be able to use this set of armor, but since she decided to try the path of the defender, this set of armor was finally enough.

"Also, this is for you." The craftsman handed another item to Orlan, "Muti asked me to make this for you."

Orlan looked down and saw that it was a catapult.

Only then did he remember that when he was hunting the Sand Dragon before, he had asked Muti about the catapult. The latter said he would help him find someone to make it, but after he came back, he had forgotten about it.

".Thank you." Ao Lang thanked him sincerely.

"It's okay." Muti scratched his head. "Just consider it a thank you gift for giving me the material."

Just as the two of them picked up their new weapons and were about to go to the training ground to try them out, an airship with the guild logo on it landed on the hillside outside the city of Barubare.

Two figures, one old and one young, walked down the gangway.

The older one was a dragon man. Due to the erosion of time, his body had shrunk to only about half the size of an ordinary adult male, and the lenses of the glasses on his face were as thick as the bottom of a plate.

But he was unexpectedly agile, without any of the shakiness that an elderly man should have, and he jumped down the gangway in just three or two steps.

"Fortunately, fortunately, the Barubare are still in the Gobi Desert this season. If it were two months later, they would probably have migrated to the Reksara region, near the Ruins Plain. That would have meant a much longer journey!"

The old man spoke very quickly, and his hurried steps gave people the feeling that he was in a hurry to do something.

The silver-haired young man following behind the old man looked a little listless, as if he had not woken up yet. He staggered down the gangway, covering his mouth and yawning.

He seemed to be a slow person, completely different from the old man who was walking fast in front of him.

But the old man knew that all this was just an appearance. As long as his new disciple saw something of interest, he would run faster than anyone else.

Sure enough, the next second, the yawning boy was attracted by a butterfly flying in front of him.

"Huh? Is that the Otsu Swallowtail? Why is the color a little different from the one in the specimen room?" The boy muttered to himself as he chased after it.

The old man walking in front turned back helplessly and said, "The Ojin Swallowtail Butterfly in the specimen room comes from the central and southern parts of the Great Desert. The northern part has a higher content of metal minerals in its geology, so the color of its wings is darker.

Stop chasing Eric, hurry up! We have something else to do!"

"It will be there in a minute, Professor!" The silver-haired boy named Eric chased after the butterfly, constantly reaching out to try to catch it. "I'll catch it in a minute, Professor!"

Unfortunately, his skills were not as agile as he had hoped.

He ran and jumped for twenty or thirty meters, but not only did he fail to catch the swallowtail butterfly, he also accidentally fell to the ground. When he got up covered in dust, the swallowtail butterfly had already flown away.

The young man raised his head and stared at the swallowtail butterfly flying higher and higher, in a daze, until the old man ran behind him, jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head.

"You're such a pain in the ass! You don't even have a net, so what are you catching? Hurry up, let's go!"

The boy rubbed the back of his head and followed the old man again. "Professor, are there any insect nets for sale in the market in the city?"

Chapter 80: Unconventional Hunter Thinking

The professor didn't let Eric run around and buy a butterfly net to catch butterflies or anything like that.

On the one hand, the topic of regional differentiation of Otsu's swallowtail butterfly has been studied by scholars for a long time and it is not worth investing too much time and energy in it. On the other hand, the business is important and there is no time to let students run around.

Eric, who was held down by the professor, returned to his previous listless look.

The exotic streets, colorful tents, identical caravans and other unique cultural scenes in Barubare did not arouse his interest at all.

However, he was attracted by a stall selling pet birds on the street, and the professor had to work hard to drag him away.

"If you run around again, I'll have to walk back to Dondoruma by myself!" With a dark face, the professor scolded the young man and walked in front angrily.

As a famous scholar who had been a senior executive of the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau long before the establishment of the academic academy, and who had single-handedly organized and established the Crazy Dragon Disease Research Institute, the professor had students all over the world.

It was normal for a researcher to have some quirks, but even among his large group of eccentric students, Eric was particularly unusual.

No matter how obsessed other people are with ecology, they will pay attention to their own safety, but this guy can walk all the way from the city to the wilderness and then dive into the monster's lair as long as no one is watching.

He almost wished he could get a set of bridles to tie the guy up.

After urging and scolding them all the way, the old man and the young man finally arrived at the dragon boat gathering place of the Barubare Guild.

They came on official business, and although a colleague from the academy introduced a "guide", they still had to report to the local association to get some support.

Upon hearing the professor's name, the president, Ms. Sophia, came out to receive them personally and arranged for staff to look for the hunter named "Nazia".

Fortunately, Nazia is somewhat famous in Barubare, although this fame does not come from her identity as a hunter, but because she is an excellent mechanical craftsman.

Without some connections, it would be difficult to find someone among the numerous tents and caravans in Barubare, even if you are a local.

Dozens of minutes later, Nazia came to the president's office under the guidance of the staff.

Although it was only the first time he saw her, the professor was sure at first sight that this young female hunter was the child of his two colleagues.

Her mother's complexion and her father's curly hair combined perfectly in her, a triumph of genetics.

The professor was a man who pursued efficiency. After the two sides briefly introduced each other, he began to ask the "guide" about the itinerary arrangements.

Nazia quickly raised her hands and made a "wait a moment" gesture.

"Sorry, I'm not the guide for this trip. At most, I'm just one of the two guides in Barubare. I've already found the guide who will lead you into the sea of ​​sand. He's a desert nomad and a hunter, so he's more reliable than me!"

After listening to Nazia's explanation and learning that she was not familiar with the desert and therefore arranged a more professional guide for them, the professor expressed no objection.

Rather, it dispelled some of his concerns.

After all, judging from the situation of Nazia's parents, this girl is most likely to be the one who spends all day in the workshop tightening screws. Such a person would be a good craftsman, but not a good guide.

"Since you two are here, I'll go find them!" After explaining the situation, Nazia prepared to get up.

President Sophia spoke up, "What's the name of the guide Miss Nazia is looking for? It should be convenient for me to arrange for someone to invite him over."

"Oh, that's right." Nazia nodded. "It's a young hunting duo. The man's name is Oran, the guide who was born into a desert nomad family I mentioned. The woman's name is Muti. They should be traveling together. They might even be a couple or something, hahaha."

"boom!"

"What did you say?!" Ms. Sophia slammed the table and stood up. The noise scared everyone in the office.

"Ah, ah?" Nazia didn't understand why the president, who always looked intellectual and elegant, reacted so strongly.

Sophia's glasses reflected a cold light. "Muti? Orlan? You mean lovers?"

The president's chilling question made Nazia's scalp tingle. Realizing something, she quickly corrected herself, "Oh, no, that last sentence was just a joke! It was just a joke!"

It's just that they act together and are about the same age, so I just said it casually!"

Ms. Sophia said "hmm" and sat back in her seat. The anger on her face had mostly dissipated, but she still looked a little cold and eerie.

She called a staff member over and said, "Go get Muti and Aolan. I think I saw them over at the training ground just now."

Not long after, the two men who were excitedly practicing with their new weapons were taken to the president's office.

As soon as he entered the door, Orlan felt the gaze of President Sophia. He was a little puzzled, but still bowed slightly as a courtesy.

Muti happily shouted "Aunt Sophia!"

After her eyes quickly moved back and forth between the two of them, Sophia looked away.