One man and one dog, wandering in the world of Monster Hunter

But Link took her into the quiet little restaurant.

Although he was puzzled, Duoduo still followed in.

The shop is not big, and the plaque is written in ancient dragon language. Link doesn't recognize it, but the mottled handwriting reveals the vicissitudes of time.

When Link stepped into the store, he was greeted by a faint smell of antiquity.

The interior of this restaurant is small and compact, and the paint on the walls has begun to peel off due to age.

There are several yellowed landscape paintings hanging on the mottled walls, depicting the view of Rockler from the air, but the damage and fading at the corners cannot be concealed.

After years of wear and tear, the surface of the wooden tables and chairs has become smooth and textured, permeated with grease and memory.

There are several old-fashioned kerosene lamps hanging on the roof. The dim light shines in every corner, adding a bit of warmth and haziness to the space.

In the corner, a skinny old dragon man was sitting on an old-fashioned chair, holding a rusty pipe in his hand, puffing on it. The smoke rose in the air and drifted into Link's nose with the wind.

Link's eyes lit up when he smelled the smoke.

I don't know what kind of tobacco is used in this cigarette, but it is not only not pungent, but also makes people feel refreshed. It is obviously high-quality stuff.

Those who can afford this cigarette are definitely not ordinary people.

Although the dragon people are not ordinary.

Every older Dragon person is an experienced scholar and master. Since this old man opened a restaurant here, he is obviously an expert in this field.

The old man from the Dragon Clan ignored the three guests who came in. His eyes were deep and distant, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Link guessed that he might be thinking about what to eat for lunch.

"Old man, do you have any special dishes?"

Link touched his stomach, stepped on the irregular yellow sand bricks, found a table by the window, pulled out a chair, slowly sat down, and asked.

The old dragon man, whose thoughts were interrupted, slowly raised his head and looked at Link through his thick white eyebrows.

His eyes were so sharp that Link felt like he was being scraped by a kitchen knife.

However, this feeling was fleeting, and soon the old man's gaze returned to calm.

Surprisingly, instead of standing up to greet Link as a guest, he opened his mouth and made a sound to send him off, which surprised Link a little.

"Haha, little guy, judging from your age, you must be a novice hunter. Go out. The food here is not something you can afford. The big restaurant next door is good and cheap."

The old man's voice was low and powerful, and each word seemed to be carefully crafted, revealing unquestionable majesty.

"Well, not really. Although I don't have much money, I should still be able to afford one or two dishes."

Link touched his bulging wallet. The money he earned from selling the Dog Dragon King and his family was a full 50,000. This huge sum of money made Link very rich.

"Haha, in that case, take a look at the menu and think about whether you want to eat it or not."

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in the old man's eyes. He took out a piece of paper from somewhere and swung it out. The paper drew an elegant arc in the air at such a fast speed that it caused a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

The piece of paper flew towards the table in front of Link accurately like a knife. At the moment it touched the table, it seemed to be gently stroked by an invisible hand. It suddenly lost its potential energy and stopped slowly and silently.

After a brief pause, the piece of paper gently fell and lay quietly on the table, in front of Link's eyes.

The old man's move not only stunned Duoduo, but also Matsutake's eyes widened, and even Link was stunned.

"As expected, the older dragon people should not be underestimated. If this weapon had been aimed at me just now, it would have killed me directly."

With a sigh, Link was brave enough to look at the menu, and then he fixed his gaze on it.

[1. Dark clouds cover the sun]

【2. Tearing the sky and splitting the earth】

【3. War Roar】

【4. Double Dragons Playing with a Pearl】

【5. Jade Pillar】

[6. Death Hammer]

[7. Shooting the Sun Through the Sky]

[8. Heart of the Mad Dragon]

9. Son of the Dragon

"By the way, that guy just now shouldn't go to that black shop."

Dressed in the uniform of the Fortress Guerrillas, the mighty Yellow Speed Dragon King rider sat in an open-air teahouse, drinking tea leisurely, his fingertips lightly touching his chin, thinking of the traveler who had just asked him for directions, revealing a hint of uneasiness.

"Hey, Amos, what are you thinking about?"

Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

"What? It's Axar. You scared me."

Amos turned his head and saw that it was his colleague of many years. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and put down the teacup in his hand.

He thought he was caught slacking off by his leader.

"Nothing, just now someone asked me for directions, and I pointed him to the largest restaurant here, but there's a shady shop next to that restaurant, so I'm a little worried."

Amos watched as Aksar sat down opposite him without any courtesy, poured a cup of expensive herbal tea and drank it all in one gulp, and he couldn't help but shook his head.

This herbal tea needs to be savored slowly to fully appreciate its flavor. Drinking it in such a lavish way like he does is a sheer waste.

"Oh, you mean that extremely expensive restaurant, right? Don't worry, the food in that restaurant is so expensive, no one would be stupid enough to eat there."

Aksar said carelessly, taking off the hat on his head and fanning himself. As someone who had lived here for many years, he had of course been to the black shop that Amos mentioned.

He just took a look at the menu and was scared out of his wits.

He couldn't afford those expensive dishes that cost tens of thousands of dollars per serving.

"Speaking of which, today's weather is really nice. Although it's a little hot, there's no wind. Otherwise, if the sandstorms start, we won't be able to sit here and rest."

Aksar poured another cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and looked up at the clear blue sky.

As a desert city, the most annoying thing is the endless sandstorm. Whenever there is wind, they have to wear headscarves and cover their faces before going out to prevent the sand from blowing into their mouths and noses.

I can't sit here and slack off and drink tea anymore.

"Yes, it's because of weather like this that I have to come here to take a look. Otherwise, how can I catch you two lazy brats?"

At this moment, a low and steady voice came into the ears of Axar and Amos, and their hearts suddenly tightened and they froze.

"Snapped."

A hand wearing a black fingerless glove was placed on Aksar's shoulder, causing the carefree man's heart to skip a beat and cold sweat of guilt to flow from his forehead.

"Hahahaha, it's the captain. Come on, sit down and have some tea. Drinking tea is such a beautiful thing."

Amos, who was sitting opposite Aksar, saw the person standing behind him, and quickly stood up, pulled him to sit down, picked up the teapot on the table with swift hands and feet, and poured him a cup of cold tea.