Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

When hearing this term, anyone who has hunted the Peach-haired Beast King will inevitably recall the dirty big butt that farts at you, and the excrement that is rolled up by its tail and thrown into your face.

In a trance, a sealed memory deep in the brain surged up.

That was almost thirty years ago. At that time, it was still an immature hunting cat, following its equally immature owner to hunt and practice near Barubare.

In the Ruins Plain, they encountered a peach-haired beast king.

As usual, the master was responsible for the frontal attack, and it went around to chop the tail. Just when it was chopping so hard, the damn peach-haired beast king looked back at it.

That evil look!

Immediately afterwards, a dark yellow airflow blew it away with shit and fart.

That day, it turned into a yellow cat that emitted a foul smell. It jumped into the river to wash countless times, but it could not wash off the filth and stench on its body.

In the end, the helpless owner could only shave it off.

"Ugh——" Xianglan couldn't help but dry heave.

To be honest, this "iron cannon in the dense forest" was handled very cleanly, and of course there would be no dirt left.

The organ smell of the large intestine cannot be completely eliminated. Many people even like it very much. The special stench unique to the Peach-haired Beast King also makes this dish a supreme treasure in the eyes of enthusiasts. The ingredients are in short supply and expensive.

But for some people with psychological trauma.

"Are you okay?" Orlan handed over a glass of juice with concern.

He had no bad intentions, but what he didn't know was that the sweet and sour juice not only relieved the greasiness and saltiness of food, but also brought out some wonderful aromas. (Try drinking a sip of orange juice while eating preserved eggs.)

"Ugh!" Xianglan, who had drunk half a cup of juice, could no longer hold it in and vomited.

Aolang didn't expect it to react so strongly, so he quickly walked behind Xianglan and patted its back.

"If you don't like it, don't eat it." Ao Lang advised.

There are many people who like this dish, but there are even more people who hate it, like Sea Buckthorn and little Lillian who just delivered the dish, who simply can't stand the taste.

"No, meow!"

Xianglan wiped her mouth vigorously, stabbed her fork down, picked up another piece, and said through gritted teeth, "As long as I think about eating that guy's meat, I feel happy!"

"Muscles and internal organs are different tissues," Eric corrected. "To be precise, you are sucking the intestines of the Peach-Haired Beast King."

"vomit!"

Xianglan, who was chewing fiercely, spat it out again.

Chapter 241 Anyway, Your Motives Are Impure

After all, that "iron cannon in the dense forest" was not wasted.

Expensive dishes made with rare ingredients are usually not very large in portion. After Xianglan ate a few pieces and spit them out, Orlan and Eric each shared some and that was it.

Only after the plates were cleared away did Seabuckthorn come back strolling with a few drinks.

Looking at Xianglan, whose face was covered with tears and snot, as if she had been tortured, it was a little difficult for her to understand.

If you don’t like it, don’t eat it, meow. Why not just walk away like it did, meow? Why force it in your mouth, meow?

It took out a small handkerchief and handed it to Xianglan, "Auntie Xianglan, wipe it, meow, your nose is running, meow."

"You are not allowed to call me Auntie meow!" Xianglan grabbed the handkerchief with a fierce look in her eyes, "Call me Lady Xianglan meow!"

"Okay, okay, Master Xianglan, meow." Seabuckthorn responded casually.

Boss Orlan is right, meow. This guy is like those stubborn old ladies. It is easy to coax him as long as you give in to him, even if it is just verbal.

"The food is here!" Lillian, the little waitress holding a plate of food, trotted over again. "This is a millstone from the dense forest. Enjoy it~!"

This dish is served cold. Looking at the small pieces of pink meat on the plate, Pandan's expression immediately became alert.

"What is this, meow? Don't tell me it's the stomach sac of the Peach-haired Beast King or something like that, meow?"

"The stomach of the Peach-Haired Beast King is indeed a famous dish here, and its price is no lower than the previous iron cannon, but this dish is not."

Olang felt emotional. Under Muti's influence, his understanding of cuisines from all over the world has been greatly deepened. Otherwise, how could he have said all this?

"This is the gizzard of the giant bird, also known as the gizzard liver (mh2)."

Xianglan finally felt relieved and picked up a piece with her fork. "It's crispy and chewy, and the texture is a bit like cartilage."

Then came the third dish of Black Wolf Bird Crispy Claws, and the fourth dish of Water Beast Sponge.

"Why are all the dishes here so weird? Don't you have any normal ingredients?"

The two people and the cat looked at it together. Didn’t you order all these dishes?

After four or five strange dishes in a row, the last dish finally arrived.

This time it was no longer the little hostess Lillian who was in charge of serving the dishes. Several cat chefs dressed in white chef uniforms worked together to carry a tray covered with a gorgeous lid.

When the cat chef in the lead saw Orlan, he nodded his chin in surprise as a greeting.

Then he led several cat chefs to Xianglan and bowed, "Dear guest, this is the hidden dish that gourmets from all over the world have called 'phantom cuisine' - Taoyan Longmeow.

There are fourteen different flavors that will take you into a jungle fantasy world.

As he spoke, the cat chef lifted the lid of the meal, revealing a few small portions of light pink cold soup on the tray. The delicate little bowls carved from ice crystals exuded a cold mist, looking hazy and dreamy.

Orlan couldn't help but cover his face. So this is what they call phantom cuisine?

"This is more like it, meow! This is a delicacy worthy of me, meow!" Xianglan was excited. She cared more about the appearance of the food than the taste of the food itself.

"Enjoy your meal, meow." Chef Meow led the cat chefs back out.

Xianglan couldn't wait to pick up the small spoon, scoop up a little pink crystal-like cold soup, which was half-solidified in the air conditioning, and put it into her mouth.

"Mmmmm."

"Lady Xianglan, is it delicious?" Seabuckthorn asked closer.

"What a high-end taste, meow."

"So it's really delicious, meow?"

"You, you're still young, you don't understand, meow." Xianglan tilted her head. "This is a complex flavor that only mature adults can appreciate, meow."

"Operation meeting, meow!"

After a meal that was so expensive that even a nine-star hunting cat would feel pain in the stomach, but the experience was truly wonderful, the group was called by Xianglan to her extremely luxurious little house.

This surprised Ao Lang a little. He thought Xianglan would take advantage of the warm and bright afternoon sun and run outside to set up a lounge chair to bask in the sun.

He actually took the initiative to organize a combat meeting?

Yes, although the elder Muti may give people the impression that he is not very smart, his strength and experience are beyond doubt. Once it comes to serious matters, he should still be reliable.

Three pairs of eyes looked at Xianglan expectantly, waiting for its next speech.

"." Xianglan's expression gradually stiffened.

In that team, it was not its turn to be responsible for organizing the combat meeting, so after shouting "combat meeting" very powerfully, it didn't know what to say next.

After waiting for a few seconds, Aolan sighed silently, "You can decide the direction of the investigation first."

"Oh, right! The direction of investigation, meow!" With a beginning, Xianglan's mind finally began to work with difficulty, "What is the direction of our investigation, meow?"

Three pairs of eyes continued to stare at it.

But this time the silence didn't last too long. Xianglan had an idea, "Let's listen to the scholars' opinions, meow!"

This question was asked to the right person. Eric, who was thinking about entering the jungle, had certainly thought about these issues. It would be better to say that he thought about these issues all day long.

Already eager to try, he spoke immediately, "First, let me briefly explain the situation of the several investigation teams that have entered the dense forest.

The largest group is naturally the scribes of the Royal Paleontological Scribes Corps. They have formed more than one investigation team, and even have several scribes with rich field experience set out separately to conduct investigations.

Their main investigation direction is the locations where the ferocious monsters were found before, and it is difficult for us to get involved.

Next is the Ancient Dragon Observatory, and so on."

Eric looked at Orlan a little nervously.

"I know about the ancient dragons." Orlan, knowing what he was worried about, waved his hand. "When I was in Loklak, I even participated in the gluttonous feast in the great desert. I can say I have seen an ancient dragon species."

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Eric breathed a sigh of relief, "The Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau suspects that all this was caused by the abnormal activities of an ancient dragon.

Therefore, they are responsible for investigating the status of several registered ancient dragons in the dense forest. The hunters accompanying them are all high-ranking hunters directly dispatched by the guild headquarters, and we are also not allowed to participate."

"Yeah." Orlan nodded. He had some personal motives this time, so he couldn't follow behind the guild members.

"Then there's the Draco-Draconis Research Institute. They're only responsible for one thing, which is to collect samples from various areas to confirm whether there are any signs of Draco-Draconis. Other matters have nothing to do with them.

This is basically the situation for the investigation team entering the dense forest."

"Where is the Dragon Calendar Institute? Didn't they send anyone this time?" Ao Lang asked.

"Not yet. The people from the Dragon Calendar Institute are researching the Tail Hammer Dragon with the professor. Once they have the results, they might come with the professor.

If we join forces with them, we might become the largest investigation team."

"I see. I have a general understanding of the situation. Do you have any specific direction for investigation?"

"Yes! That's what I thought!"

Eric pulled out a map of the dense forest area from his bag and unfolded it. "The Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau and the Mad Dragon Disease Research Institute have clear goals. We don't need to worry about them. We can just ignore them.

The investigation team of the Scribe Corps is concentrated in the large area south of Metabetat, including the southeast and southwest. After all, all the ferocious monsters so far have been found in this area.

My idea is simple: we go northwest (northeast is the sea).”

"Why, meow? According to you, there shouldn't be any ferocious monsters found northwest of Metabetat, meow?" Xianglan asked in confusion.

"Right! That's the key!" Eric snapped his fingers. "Just because ferocious monsters haven't been found in the northwest doesn't mean there aren't any in the north!

The scribes have so much experience that they can definitely think of any kind of survey method we can think of, whether it's biological surveys, geological surveys, or interviewing local villagers.

Including investigating northwestern Mississippi must be in their plan, but it is not a high priority at the moment. They should plan to focus on investigating the south first before going to the north.

But at least so far, there have been no particularly important discoveries in the south.

There is no point in following behind the scribes and collecting dust. We can go to the northwest before them. Maybe we can discover something before them!

Of course, the probability of finding no clues is higher, but you two have impure motives and are not here to find out the truth, so you shouldn't care?"

Eric had no intention of covering up for them and told the truth directly.

Aolang Xianglan looked at each other.

"It seems that I really don't care that much."

"It's decided, meow! Let's go north, meow!"

Chapter 242 The investigation team sets off!

"Now that the direction of the investigation has been determined, let's set off tomorrow!" Xianglan seemed to enjoy the feeling of giving orders and jumped onto the table excitedly.

"Could you tell me what the specific itinerary and route plan is?" Ao Lang looked at Xiang Lan and asked very seriously, "What are the types and quantities of supplies that need to be purchased, the transportation needs and rental, the equipment and hunting gear selection, etc.?"

"Meow?" Xianglan blinked and pointed at herself. "Are you asking about meow?"

"Because you are the captain of this investigation team." Orlan nodded.

Xianglan looked at Eric and asked, "Are these things something the captain should be worrying about, meow?"

“Of course, fortunately our investigation team is small, with only the two of us and two Elu, so there isn’t a lot to prepare.

Olang has just mentioned the most important items. There are still some remaining miscellaneous matters, such as reporting the itinerary to the local guild, which you also need to complete and confirm one by one.

Generally speaking, to avoid omissions, a to-do list is required. The to-do list for a large investigation team can be as thick as a book. Haven't you prepared one?"

Eric looked at it with sincerity.

He had an innocent expression that said, "An experienced senior like you must have prepared everything before applying for investigation permission from the guild headquarters, right? You must not have applied blindly without knowing anything, right?"

Cold sweat broke out.

If it were in front of its owner, it would definitely open its eyes wide, put on a cute look, and then say coquettishly, "I'm just a little kitty, meow, I don't understand those things, meow."

But it would rather die than admit these things in front of its descendants!

"Of course I know all this, meow!" It forced itself to puff out its chest. "But, but to train you, yes! To train you, I'm going to leave everything up to you, meow!"

Aolan shook his head, “I understand your thoughts, but this doesn’t seem appropriate.