Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests

From Chen Ya's perspective, the fire dragon's head, which was so close, only made up a small part of its body. It was not only handsome but also a little cute. There was no trace of its former ferocity in its eyes, only full of curiosity and a little doubt.

"The Sky King is really handsome... Alright, your injuries are healed, you should go home now. Your female Rathian wife at home is probably waiting for you anxiously."

More importantly, he should also participate in the lottery.

But the fire dragon still looked down at him, even sniffing him inside and out, but the more it sniffed, the more doubts appeared in its eyes.

"What, are you reluctant to part with me, or do you want to shake hands... or hug me as a farewell gesture?"

Remembering that its claws were poisonous, Chen Yan simply opened his arms to hug its head. As Chen Yan approached, the male fire dragon seemed to have made up its mind.

It knocked him to the ground, shook its head, hooked his clothes with its teeth, and then flapped its wings to carry him away.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're full, why do you have to pack the chef up and take him with you?"

Chen Yan was bewildered in the wind, but he roughly understood what the Fire Dragon meant.

On one hand, it was naturally grateful to him for saving its life; on the other hand, it probably thought that the abundant earth vein energy last night was also brought by him.

But it probably can't take him away, because the dragon wouldn't agree.

It had just wobbled into the air when a snapping sound suddenly came from below. Its flying body plummeted, and before it could even look down to see what had gotten tangled in its tail, it was yanked back down the next second.

The fire dragon landed on its back, but fortunately the height wasn't too great and it didn't aggravate its wounds. It rolled around on the ground a few times before finally standing up.

Chen Yan landed steadily in the comfortable bunk. He poked his head out from under the wing, looked at the astonished Rathalos, and reached out to soothe the Chameleon, whose body color was changing rapidly and whose mouth was accumulating venom.

"See, I told you you couldn't take me with you... Don't be angry, Boss Chameleon, it didn't mean to hurt me, it just wanted to take me for a ride... By the way, Brother Rathalos, I'm still short of materials for forging a sword, how about you give me some?"

Under the deathly gaze of the appearing Charizard, Chen Yan pointed to whichever Rathalos bit off a piece of meat, and obediently left behind a reward that satisfied him. The Rathalos, which had been almost bald from being plucked, flapped its wings and flew away, looking back three times.

Chen Yan rubbed his hands together excitedly as he looked at the golden fire dragon materials scattered all over the ground.

"This should be enough for me to forge a good knife..."

As the fire dragon disappeared into the clouds, the fire dragon's quest bubble in my mind dissipated, and in its place appeared a familiar giant roulette wheel.

Chen Yan hugged the mascot Xialong tightly, praying that he would draw a lucky lot.

[Task completed.]

[Soft tissue self-healing]: Your body's soft tissues have gained incredible self-healing and regeneration abilities. Even if burned by flames or corroded by venom, they can recover rapidly as long as you have enough energy.

"What do you mean by 'the worst possible outcome'!"

Chen Yan was extremely dissatisfied with the lottery results. He would have liked Fire Dragon's Super Vision, Fire Resistance, or Fire Bag, or at the very least, a King's Stance with some Charm. Why did he get a passive skill again?

But when the massive warm current surging within him split into countless tributaries to warm his entire body, he realized that he had actually drawn an incredibly auspicious lot.

Subcutaneous tissue, muscles, tendons, ligaments, joint capsules, synovial bursae, nerves and blood vessels... all the soft tissues in his body underwent a transformation. The hidden injuries left from previous hunts were healed, everything became clearer in his eyes, and even the white hair at his temples turned black again.

The warmth, which had been partially depleted, returned to his heart, swirled for a while, and finally surged into the vital area between his legs.

"Hiss, this thing is soft tissue too?"

Chen Yan was shocked, then recalled the details of the reward description: "Even if burned by flames or corroded by venom, as long as you have enough energy, they can recover rapidly..."

The fact that Xialong can absorb ley line energy means that he can absorb ley line energy, and that he can absorb ley line energy means that his body energy is always abundant.

His abundant internal energy means that "it" is constantly triggering a rapid repair effect, and the constant triggering of this effect means that he and "it" can experience both "pain" and "pleasure".

His gaze fell upon Xialong, tinged with fervor.

"Is my childhood dream of becoming a dragon knight about to come true?"

Xialong stared at him and noticed that he had become excited and happy. He became excited and happy as well. He tilted his head, gently rubbed his cheek, and then paused for a moment.

Why does Chen Yan seem to smell even better?

Both the man and the dragon suppressed their excitement. Chen Yan wanted to perfect the dragon's wings before repairing the wounds, as the injury on the dragon's wings was still quite serious.

Xia Long swallowed hard, trying to suppress the urge to wrap her tongue around Chen Yan and suck him hard again.

Chen Yan reluctantly emerged from the wings of the Xialong. He patted the Xialong's front paws, signaling it to return to its base, but the Xialong remained motionless, only staring at him with one eye.

At the same time, he swayed back and forth, mimicking the way the fire dragon had lowered its head earlier.

Compared to the fire dragon's head covered in carapace-like thorns, the chameleon's head, with its long horns, is much easier to hug.

"Okay, okay, hug me, but we have a deal: if I hug you, you can't go causing trouble for that fire dragon..."

Hearing Chen Yan say this, Xia Long turned her other eye, which had been fixed on the spot where the fire dragon had disappeared, back to the spot.

After rubbing against Chen Yan repeatedly, He slowly disappeared from the spot.

Chen Yan climbed a tree and circled back to the lynx camp, where he pulled out the flower cat, who was sleeping soundly among a group of little kittens.

"Cat, wake up! I need your help!"

Still dazed, the cat instinctively clutched its purse tighter.

"I have no money!"

Chapter 58 Flying Dragon Blade [Red Leaf]

The workshop on the second floor of the stronghold.

It was still that familiar young craftsman.

He stared in surprise at Chen Yan, who kept pulling fire dragon materials out of his pocket.

Shell fragments, wing claw fragments, fire pouch scraps, bone fragments... all sorts of rare fire dragon materials were piled up on the table.

He wasn't surprised by the Rathalos materials, because recently Rathalos had become rampant in the Ancient Forest, and many hunters had obtained some Rathalos materials to varying degrees.

He was surprised to learn that, judging from the armband Chen Yan was wearing, he should be a logistics manager.

Are the logistics managers at the outposts this powerful now? Can they even solo the Fire Dragon?

Chen Yan shook his pocket, dumping the last bit of bone fragments onto the table, and looked nervously at the craftsman who was looking down and estimating.

"Well, the materials should be enough. Go to the other side and pay the forging fee. I don't have any work today, so if all goes well, you can get the knife tonight."

The little cat clutched its purse, its face wrinkled, seemingly mourning its already meager fortune, until it heard Chen Yan say—

"And my partner, Flower Cat, I want to forge an even better katana for it too."

The cat's wrinkles disappeared, its tail practically wagging like a propeller, and it happily stuffed the money pouch into Chen Yan's hand.

Spend money freely!

This time, the craftsman took a closer look at the various materials, weighing them in his hands before finally nodding in the expectant gazes of Chen Yan and Hua Miao.

"Hmm... that should be enough."

Hua Miao hopped and skipped after Chen Yan to the counter across the street.

Behind the counter stood a young woman with black hair, dressed lightly but covered by a thick leather jacket.

She smiled slightly at Chen Yan, who was holding a bag of gold coins.

"What? You want four thousand gold coins and two hundred investigation points?"

The black-haired girl nodded. Chen Yan's surprised reaction wasn't unusual; she was used to it.

"But a first-generation iron sword only costs two hundred gold coins, how could the price suddenly increase twentyfold?"

Chen Yan and Hua Miao's total assets amounted to only a little over a thousand gold coins and a few dozen investigation points, which was far from enough.

The young woman remained silent, only pointing to the small wooden sign on the counter.

It clearly states: "Prices are set by the Survey and Materials Management Office. For any questions, please consult Naomi, the head of the Materials Team."

Chen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's Naomi, the big sister, who's in charge of pricing... Here, take these thousand-plus gold coins as a deposit. You start the furnace first, I'll be right back!"

On the first floor of the base, Naomi was looking through the list of supplies in her hand without even looking up.

"Don't even think about it!"

Chen Yan blinked; he hadn't said anything yet.

"Harley specifically told me about your performance in the Anthill Wasteland before the mission. Wow, I really didn't realize that our Supply Management Office also produced a Blue Star!"

"is it?"

Chen Yan was smug. Harley was actually praising him so enthusiastically. He thought it would be good enough if she didn't embarrass him.

Seeing Chen Yan's smugness, Naomi's smile widened even more.

"Of course! He was raising a baby horned dragon, bumping his head into a floating dragon, and even teaching two dragon-slaying sword techniques. He almost drained himself dry while using his sword skills... Boss Chen Yan, tell me the truth, were you holding back when you were assessing the members of the fifth recommended group?"

"No, I really couldn't beat that Anjanath back then, but if it were now, I guarantee I could take it down in one hit!"

Chen Yan confidently gestured, completely oblivious to Naomi's increasingly hostile gaze.

"So you're leaving it on the ground like an Anjanath?"

She grabbed Chen Yan's ear and gave him a fatal roll.

"I'll put it on the ground for you first!"

Chen Yan, in pain, begged for mercy repeatedly, and only after he repeatedly promised never to do it again did Naomi spare him.

"Naomi, dear class monitor, dear boss, dear sister, please lend me some money. I don't need much, just three thousand gold coins plus two hundred points. I promise I'll pay you back. If you don't, you can just deduct it from my salary..."

Naomi, who was enjoying Chen Yan's shoulder and leg massage, still wouldn't budge.

"What do you need so much money for, you logistics manager who doesn't have to work, doesn't have to worry about food and drink, and isn't a hunter? Let me remind you, think it through before you answer me, don't try to fool me!"

As Chen Yan knelt beside Naomi, massaging her legs, countless excuses flashed through his mind, but after seeing Naomi's earnest gaze, he chose to tell the truth.

"I want to forge a new katana for both Hana-chan and myself."

Naomi frowned.

"You're a good kid, at least you're honest."

"A-Tie already told me that you gave him a huge amount of Rathalos materials to forge a Greatsword, specifically the Wyvern Blade [Red Maple], which even elite hunters struggle to control. I won't ask you where the weapon materials came from; I'm just asking you, can you really master this weapon?"

"Let me tell you, even a master swordsman spent a great deal of effort to tame his Flying Dragon Blade [Azure Leaf]. Are you sure you can draw it after you get your hands on it?"

"Instead of wasting money and points crafting the Flying Dragon Blade [Red Maple], I suggest you craft a third-generation iron sword. It may not have any special features, but it's easy to obtain and perfect for someone like you who loves to tinker—hmm~"

Naomi, who had been muttering to herself, suddenly let out a soft, seductive moan. After enduring the intense, tingling, and itchy sensation, she realized that Chen Yan had taken off her shoes and socks at some point, and he was now dancing with all ten fingers on the soles of her feet.