Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter - Chapter 747

  Chapter 747 Don’t you feel ashamed? !

  Fengying carried a huge black curly horn, and happily ran to the tavern of the Locklark Assembly Hall.

  Unfortunately, the attention and cheers she received were much less than she expected. She didn’t see many people in the tavern at all, and she might have gone out to find ingredients and hadn’t returned yet.

  I knew I should come back in a few days.

  Fengying deeply regrets that showing off can only be done once, and it would be too deliberate and embarrassing to carry the black curly horns over and over again to show off.

With a feeling of regret and anticipation, Fengying sent the “horned dragon furious armed”, black and bright spiral dragon horns, and some solid carapaces selected and collected from black horned dragons to the best weapon workshop in Locklark. .

  The artisans assured her that her “Force of Destiny” would be completed in about a week or so while the food contest was held.

  That is recognized as one of the best shield axes!

  Fengying is looking forward to it.

Maca is not in a hurry to build equipment. She seems to be looking for a powerful craftsman to order a set of lightweight black horned dragon armor. The regular horned dragon series armor is too thick and heavy. But the bug stick

  After finishing the customization of the new weapon, Fengying focused all her attention on the food competition that will soon be held. The title of the winner of “The Third Princess’ Favorite” must be hers!

   Phew! What the **** name.

  As the date of the gourmet food competition approached, the whole of Locklark gradually became lively.

   It can be seen that the enthusiastic desert residents really like this kind of noisy group activities.

  The location of the competition is arranged by the lakeside of the mysterious great lake that will never dry up. The huge stage is being built. It can be seen that the major chambers of commerce as the organizers are very hardworking.

  The enthusiasm of the merchants who came here is no less than that of the local citizens. They may not be fighting for the winner. As long as enough people gather together, they will always have business.

  Although she is full of confidence in the horned dragon eggs brought back by herself and others, she is not a person who gets carried away easily. On the contrary, she is smart and cautious.

  At least Fengying thinks so.

  She noticed a “loophole” in the competition very “keenly”.

  Strictly speaking, this competition is an ingredient competition, not a food competition. The contestants are only responsible for providing the ingredients. As for cooking the ingredients into delicious food, it is the professional cat chef team convened by Locklark.

  Although the pork chop is not a qualified cat cook, but in the face of the mustache guildmaster and the third princess, who can object to stuffing it into an anvil or a water table to help cook?

  Pork chop is stealing from the teacher.

  In the past two days, the third princess and the maids ran around the city without a trace.

  At the hunters’ dinner table.

Fengying was absent-mindedly eating the carefully prepared pork chop, which became more and more professional, and said casually, “Pork chop, although you are not the chef, you can handle most of the ingredients for the competition. Right.”

  “.”

  Everyone around the dining table cast unbelievable gazes at her.

  Gordon squeezed his fist, and even Hayata, who had always regarded Fengying as a younger sister, was full of reproach.

  When did this kid become so scornful?

  Feng Ying tried to deny it, “No! I never thought about letting the pork chop tamper with other contestants’ ingredients!”

   She thought about it.

  Pig Chop wearing a chef’s hat squinted at Fengying to see how she was going to argue.

   “I, I just want to remind you that the horned dragon egg we brought back should not be made into a scrambled or boiled egg. I hope it can be made into an egg pudding, and it will look better. Well, use the eggshell as a container.”

  Pork Chop continued to squint at her, “When the ingredients are handed in, you can make notes on the cooking method and additional requirements, meow. Did you make notes at that time?”

   “Remarked.”

   “That’s fine, meow. From the perspective of fairness, I shouldn’t know what ingredients you handed in meow. I will treat what you said just now as meow.”

   “Okay.” Feng Ying retreated to the corner with her dark thoughts.

Seeing that Fengying was almost bewildered because of the bonus, Hayata thought for a while, went to the storage box, and hugged the strange dragon cub that had been **** for several days but was still full of energy and twisted around. out.

  Anshir was stunned, “Have you not handed in the ingredients yet? The deadline is coming soon.”

Hayata smiled and put the strange dragon cub in front of the pork chop, “I think this won’t win any prizes, it’s better to leave it to the pork chop to practice, and let’s eat it together at supper time, it’s delicious Yo.”

   “Crack-qua!”

  The strange dragon cub let out a strange scream that made the scalp tingle.

   “To be honest, I don’t really want to eat it.” Looking at the strange dragon cub stretching its neck and trying to bite him, Anshir sat back, “But Fengying, don’t you feel ashamed?”

  Fengying bent her legs, knelt on the chair, bowed, “I was wrong”

  After that supper, Fengying’s mind returned to normal, and she no longer thought about those crooked things.

  She returned to the play team of the third princess and the others, shopping today, swimming in the lake tomorrow, and playing around in Loklark.

  Gordon and the others also took off their armor and weapons, and fully enjoyed this lively holiday.

  The influence of the food competition has been fermenting. Many people don’t even know what the content of the competition itself is. They just heard that Locklark is holding a “food festival”, and they rushed over.

  The streets of Locklark are getting more and more crowded. There are too many tourists to stay in hotels. Many residents have even started a “homestay” business, and the excitement is no less than last month’s Harvest Festival.

  Mustache’s president is numb from laughter, and the managers of Locklark, including him, have decided to set this event as a fixed event and festival every year.

   At that time, there is no need for the third princess to provide bonuses, as long as she is willing to come to the competition to show her face.

   After shopping and eating at the food stalls in the commercial street all day, Gordon and the others wandered to the tavern.

  For hunters, the tavern is a special place.

  Even during the holidays, even if they have no plans to take on the mission, they are still willing to go to the assembly hall and tavern every day, have a meal, drink some wine or something.

  Most of the hunters who went out of the city to look for ingredients have returned, and the assembly hall and tavern have returned to their usual noisy appearance.

  However, at this time, most of the hunters in the tavern were crowded at a wine table, and the sound of shouting, laughing and cursing could be heard across the entire street.

   “Come on! Come on! Big sister’s head is almost there!”

   “Big bald head, give me more strength, push it back! That’s it! Hahahaha!”

  Gordon grinned, he knew what was going on without looking.

  Wrist-wrestling is the most popular “sport” in any hunter’s tavern.

  Gordon rubbed his hands, and squeezed into the crowd under Hayata’s helpless gaze.

  The hunters pushed away by him just wanted to yell and curse, but when they saw the size of the comer, they all shut their mouths sincerely.

   Squeezing all the way to the center of the crowd, Gordon, who saw the two contestants clearly, blinked involuntarily.

  On one side is the dark-skinned Hei Honglong, Sister Marydan. This lady’s eyes are rounded, her muscles are swollen, and those tiger-stripe tattoos seem to come alive, constantly twisting.

   On the other side was a big bald head with a ferocious face. The scars on his forehead were congested with blood, and the blue and black blood vessels were pulsating, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

   “Brother Ted!” Gordon shouted happily.

“ah?”

  Ted was distracted for a moment, and Mary Dan took the opportunity to increase her strength explosively, smashing her opponent’s arm onto the table in one fell swoop.

  With a loud bang of “Bang!”, the thick log wine table was smashed open a conspicuous crack.

   “The winner is my mother!”

   “It doesn’t count! It doesn’t count if someone interferes with this!”

  (end of this chapter)