Monster Hunter: I can hear the monsters' thoughts

Chapter 101 Guess
The girl who had grabbed Lin Lin's wrist turned around and teased with a teasing tone:

"How's it going? Hero, it feels great to be so enthusiastically admired by everyone, right?"

"Thanks, Shion."

"It's good, but it's too enthusiastic. I can't handle it."

Lin Lin took a deep breath, looked down at the tropical strawberry in his hand that was chilled with ice crystals, and put it directly into his mouth, which just relieved the heat after running for half a day.

"Hmm, it's not bad, very sweet. Would you like some, Shion?"

Lin Lin shook the unknown fruit in his other hand. It looked like a desert specialty and would probably be very sweet.

Ziyuan didn't hesitate to take it and took a bite, showing the hunter's natural demeanor. She almost didn't have the refined etiquette of a noble lady at the beginning.

Shion gulped down the sweet fruit pulp, licked the juice dripping from the corner of her mouth, and sighed with satisfaction. "So, why were you surrounded on that street?"

"I'm going to the meeting place. I usually take that path, but I didn't expect there would be so many people today."

"To the meeting house?"

Shiyuan opened her mouth again, and this time she stuffed the remaining half of the fist-sized fruit into her mouth, and asked incoherently:

"The dinner won't start until at least dusk. What are you doing at the meeting place now? You're not going to help with the preparations, are you?"

She swallowed the fruit pulp, let out a long breath, and continued:
"That's something their logistics personnel should take care of. Our frontline fighters just need to relax and have fun."

Thinking of the purpose of his visit to the gathering place, Lin Lin's spirits, which had been lifted by the enthusiasm of the people of Rocklak, fell back. He shook his head.

"It's a very important matter, although it's just my personal guess."

He turned his head and looked around. This place was a bit remote and he had never been here before, so he had to ask again:
"Do you know how to get to the meeting place from here? I'm from out of town and don't know the ways."

Very important thing?
Shion tilted her head and thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, so she gave up thinking and waved her hand:

"Come with me! But I won't go in. I don't want to see that perverted president who acts so dishonestly all day long."

……

"Hey! Brother Lin Lin? Why didn't you get some rest and come to the meeting place? The dinner isn't ready yet. You're here too early!"

The mustache-faced president was happily directing people to prepare for the dinner. He turned around and saw a hunter running in. After taking a closer look and realizing it was Lin Lin, he greeted him with a smile.

Although the captain did not tell him the details of the battle, and he would not understand even if he told him, he at least understood that the captain said that Lin Lin had made a considerable contribution to repelling Fengshanlong this time.

"I didn't rush over here just to eat, Guild Master!"

The mustache-faced president thought about the general style of the hunters and said suddenly:

"Oh, you want to ask about the materials? That's too early. We haven't finished the recycling yet. But you've been very instrumental in this operation. If we recover enough materials, maybe I can even give you a bottle of Ancient Dragon Blood!"

Lin Lin's heart fluttered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Not this either."

The mustache-faced president carefully looked at Lin Lin's expression and instantly felt that something was wrong, so he put away his playful attitude and asked in a deep voice:

"What's wrong?" Lin Lin wanted to pour out all the guesses in his mind, but he had to have a point when speaking, so after a little thought, he condensed thousands of words into one sentence:

"Another Peak Dragon might attack soon."

The mustache-faced president was startled for a moment, and his subconscious reaction was that Lin Lin was teasing him, an old man, but the expression on Lin Lin's face didn't make him feel that he was joking at all.

So he pulled Lin Lin to a secluded corner, with a serious face:
"What's going on? Why do you say that?"

"The mountain dragon we repelled was not the same one that appears around Rocklake every year. It came from far away."

The mustache-faced president fell into deep thought. He did not think that Lin Lin's guess was unreliable just because he was a hunter and not an expert or scholar. Instead, he asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me your reasons."

Lin Lin scratched his head. "It sounds outrageous, but I dreamed about it."

Dream?
The mustache-faced president resisted the urge to refute and continued to wait for Lin Lin's next words.

"In that dream, I transformed into a mountain dragon and experienced everything from birth to adulthood, then wandered to Rockrak, where I fought a mysterious ancient dragon and the Sand Ship Corps."

Lin Lin succinctly summarized the content of the dream, "I think that is Fengshanlong's memory."

What Lin Lin said was quite outrageous to the mustache-faced president. It was completely beyond his worldview. After all, nothing like this had ever happened before.

But Lin Lin mentioned a word that made him quite concerned.

"Mysterious ancient dragon? Since I saw it in my dream, can you describe what it looks like?"

Lin Lin did not hesitate:

"It was a pure white dragon that controlled violent storms and thunder. Its body was covered in white membranes like feathers, and a vortex of tangible energy swirled around it. Giant golden horns sprouted from its head, and when it became angry, bright red spots appeared on its body."

Because he was unsure whether the people in this world knew Lanlong, Lin Lin simply used the mysterious ancient dragon to refer to him. Unexpectedly, this attracted the attention of the mustache-faced president.

It just so happens that if the president knew what Lanlong said, his words would seem more credible.

"Storm, thunder, and lightning..."

The mustache-faced president took out a pen and paper, sketched out an outline, and asked Lin Lin, "Is that so?"

Lin Lin took a closer look. Although the pattern was crude, he could immediately discern the unique structure of the Lanlong, unlike the four sets of wings of a typical ancient dragon skeleton. Clearly, the mustache president had not only heard of the legend of the Lanlong, but had even seen one... or at least seen an image of one.

Lin Lin took the paper and pen, drew a little, making the image of Lanlong closer to what he saw in his dream, and then returned it to the mustache president.

The mustache-faced president looked at the painting, which was still crude but already had a certain elegance and vitality, and murmured:
"Tianjin is a disaster..."

A young hunter like Lin Lin would never have the opportunity to see his true appearance, so his dream must have a very interesting meaning...

The mustache-faced president knocked his head. Even though it sounded outrageous, since it had been confirmed that the dream was more than 90% credible, he had to be on guard against the Peak Mountain Dragon's attack again.

Alas, the Sand Fleet has already suffered heavy losses and cannot muster sufficient armed forces in a short period of time. If the Peak Mountain Dragon attacks again, I'm afraid that temporary line of defense will really come in handy.

(End of this chapter)