Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 49 Style
Walk straight out of the woods and face Moreau's gun calmly and naturally.

This was the attitude Benjamin displayed, without any hostility.

Moreau did not put down his pistol, the energy in his left hand was still ready to go, but he did not ignore Benjamin's gesture of goodwill.

"Moreau, the treasure hunter."

In view of the completeness of the other party's self-introduction, Moreau temporarily gave himself the title of a treasure hunter.

Benjamin nodded, raised his hand and pointed at the three bodies on the ground, saying:
"I'm not here to seek blame, and it may sound like I'm asking even though I already know the answer, but I still want to confirm, Moro, did you kill these people?"

"..."

Morrow was silent for a moment, glanced at Benjamin's shadow without leaving a trace, and then responded very straightforwardly: "I killed him."

Given the situation, covering it up would be unnecessary.

Benjamin nodded again after hearing this and said calmly, "It's good to kill a few poachers."

He simply confirmed the identities of the three corpses, then turned his gaze to the white deer next to him and said, "The giant flower-horned deer is a Class B banned hunting creature. It has been circulating frequently on the black market recently. This is why I am here."

"Oh?"

Morrow heard the implication of Benjamin's words and asked calmly, "This should be the job of a poacher hunter, right?"

"That's right."

Benjamin smiled and explained, "But as food hunters like us who often deal with food, we have a responsibility to protect the environment. If we encounter poachers outside, we will naturally not turn a blind eye."

"So... you came here specifically for them?"

Morrow glanced at the corpse on the ground from the corner of his eye.

For food hunters, all ingredients come from nature, which means they have the responsibility to protect nature.

Therefore, it is somewhat understandable that a group of poachers would be targeted by gourmet hunters who roam the deep mountains and forests.

Benjamin shook his head and said, "Not entirely."

"Ok?"

Moreau looked at Benjamin.

Benjamin paid no attention to the pistol that Moreau had been holding horizontally, and walked straight towards the white antlers cut off by the poachers.

"Look, this is good stuff."

Benjamin's eyes lit up as he held the coral-like antlers in his hands.

Seeing this, Moro raised his eyebrows slightly.

Benjamin weighed the antlers for a moment, then looked at Moreau:
"If it weren't for you, I would have killed these poachers after I chased them here. Of course... I would have handed over the poached animals on the ground to the local forestry bureau, but these giant deer with flower horns..."

At this point, Benjamin paused and his expression became extremely serious: "It must not be wasted."

"..."

Moreau looked surprised and couldn't help wondering if Benjamin had been hiding in the dark and observing from the beginning.

After all, gourmet hunters often go to deep mountains and old forests to hunt for various rare ingredients. Apart from anything else, their "unique" techniques must be very skilled.

Benjamin's motive for doing this was to give himself an excuse to taste the giant deer.

Benjamin noticed Moreau's reaction and pulled out a boning knife carved from blood-red ore from the scabbard at his waist. While he was cutting the antlers, he asked:
"Moro, you're not thinking... that I'm hiding for the sake of these antlers, and I'm not coming out until the poachers have killed the giant flower-horned deer?"

"I didn't say that."

Moreau denied it immediately, but his eyes fell on the bloody boning knife in Benjamin's hand.

With the help of the silvery moonlight, he could clearly see the smoky energy above the boning knife.

The energy did not come from Benjamin, but was attached to the boning knife.

There is no doubt that this strange-looking boning knife is a mind object, and the precision of the mind energy attached to it is not weak. Hearing Morrow's words, Benjamin's speed of slicing the horns became faster and faster, but he generously admitted: "But I was waiting on purpose."

Moro raised his eyes and looked at Benjamin with some surprise.

He said he had a responsibility to protect the environment, but the result was just as he expected, he wanted to eat the B-level banned creatures...

Thinking of this, Moro silently stepped back, putting some distance between himself and Benjamin.

Noticing Morrow's actions, Benjamin stopped picking the corners and said slowly:

"You don't need to be so surprised. I'm a professional hunter... I don't care whether I have to use any means necessary or whether I have to rationalize my actions. As long as I can get what I want, I will do it without hesitation."

As he spoke, he held up the antlers towards Moro. One of the horns had the hard material removed, revealing a jelly-like substance inside.

"Even if this thing appears on the black market, it is definitely not easy to buy. Believe me, this is a top-notch ingredient that will make every gourmet hunter crazy. If you miss it, I guarantee that you will regret it for the rest of your life, so... do you want to eat it together?"

"No."

Morrow refused without a second thought, and regardless of Benjamin's reaction, he finally put away his pistol and immediately picked up the backpack filled with food and tools.

He was not sure whether Benjamin was a licensed professional gourmet hunter, but he had already defined him as an outlier.

What I am thinking about at this moment is to get farther and farther away from this kind of outlier.

How could they possibly stay here and eat the antlers of the giant deer?

"You really don't want to eat?"

Benjamin asked in a calm tone with a calm look in his eyes.

Moro shook his head, then pointed at the poached animals scattered on the ground and said:
"I'll leave these things to you, including the three poachers. You can take all the credit and use their bodies as a cover for eating the B-level banned creatures. Anyway, no matter what you want to do, it has nothing to do with me."

"Then I'm welcome."

Benjamin smiled and started to pick the antlers again.

Moreau nodded, hung the backpack on his shoulder, and slowly retreated towards the forest, facing Benjamin.

Benjamin was aware of the high level of vigilance that Moreau had shown from beginning to end, and he calmly watched Moreau retreat and leave.

After a while.

Moreau retreated to an open space adjacent to several large trees and looked deeply at Benjamin.

A professional hunter who will do anything to achieve his goal.

Slowly retracting his gaze, Moro turned and walked into the woods, and disappeared in a moment.

Benjamin stared at the gap in the woods where Moreau disappeared, intending to make Moreau an accomplice in eating Class B banned hunting ingredients.

Unfortunately, I failed to convince him.

So for a moment, Benjamin seriously considered leaving Moreau here.

It’s just that this thought appeared quickly and disappeared even faster.

He could see that Moreau was the type of person who had a serious lack of trust in outsiders, probably because he often dealt with people who were not what they seemed.

Therefore, even when we don't know each other well enough, we can still show just the right sense of boundaries.

"You really don't know what you are talking about."

Benjamin narrowed his eyes and had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

Maybe they will meet again...
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The third princess has been renamed Eve. Please be informed.

However, I believe that in a few days, you will definitely forget the name of the third princess, haha!

I was in a slumber again today, from the afternoon to the evening, and was finally woken up by the alarm clock. I was not in good shape and I am still very sleepy now.

(End of this chapter)