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

The man who was pulled to sit by Amos was not polite. He raised the cup and took a sip slowly. It was obvious that he was also an expert on tea.

Seeing the captain sit down, Aksar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The leader is not scary, what is scary is the angry leader.

Being able to sit down and drink tea, it is obvious that the captain is in a good mood today.

"Snapped!"

As the captain put down the cup in his hand, the middle-aged man, who had lived in the desert for many years and whose skin had become rough due to sand and sunlight, smiled kindly.

"Come on, what are you talking about? We have nothing to do anyway, so we should sit here and sip tea slowly on this nice day."

Seeing that the captain was also slacking off, Axar and Emos smiled immediately.

I am not afraid that the leader does not rest, I am afraid that the leader does not rest.

Obviously, the captain is also a veteran who knows how to find time to relax during his busy schedule.

"Oh, nothing. We were just talking about the captain of our grocery store. You know, there's an extremely expensive restaurant next door to him."

Seeing that the captain wanted to chat, Aksar simply talked to him about that black shop.

Hearing this, the captain's movements paused slightly, and the teapot in his hand trembled slightly. However, he quickly regained his composure and continued to pour himself a cup of tea slowly.

The tea flowed slowly along the edge of the cup, accompanied by a faint tea fragrance, and the captain's eyes became profound.

He lifted the cup, gently blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface of the herbal tea, took a sip slowly, and cursed the two of them.

"Humph, what do you know? That store is not ordinary. It is a little expensive, but it is worth it. You know nothing."

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“This store doesn’t look ordinary, and although the prices seem a bit expensive, it’s definitely worth it.”

He glanced at the menu. Although every dish on it was ridiculously expensive, Link had eaten many more outrageous dishes in his previous life, so he would not be scared by such prices.

The cat Duoduo was frightened by the menu.

She couldn't afford any of the dishes listed above even if they were sold.

Although Link really wanted to order all the dishes on the menu, he regretted that he did not have enough money.

Qianbao is not very good either. In all these years, he has not found a female Qianbao to be his wife and give birth to some money for him.

"Old man, give me a taste of the dark cloud covering the sun."

Since you can't afford all the dishes, just order the cheapest one.

Although the names of the dishes here are a bit abstract, Link still wants to know why they are so expensive.

And the best way to verify it is to eat.

After he finishes eating, the system will tell him the answer.

Link took out his wallet and threw it directly to the old dragon man.

In the wallet were 50 gold coins with a face value of 1000.

"Snapped."

There was a sharp light in the old man's eyes, and he skillfully grabbed the purse flying in the air with agility yet calmness.

He did not open the purse, but shook it gently, his fingers touching and then leaving the surface of the bag. With years of experience, he was able to judge the amount of money in the bag simply by the touch and the sound of the coins colliding with each other.

The old man nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face, and a hint of appreciation for Link.

It had been a long time since he had met such a fat sheep who gave money without saying a word.

Since there is a big restaurant with booming business next to it, few people come to his restaurant. Even if one or two customers come in occasionally, they will be scared away by his sky-high menu and just turn around and leave.

Therefore, those who come to eat at his restaurant are either regular customers or young people with plenty of money.

"Haha, since you've paid, you're my guest. You're in for a treat today. Wait, I'll cook for you."

As he spoke, the old man took two puffs of his pipe, waited until the embers in the pipe gradually thinned, and slowly smoked out the last wisp of tobacco.

Then, he knocked gently on the corner of the table to shake out the ashes in his pipe, then he slowly put away the pipe, turned around, opened an inconspicuous small door on his side, pushed it open and walked in.

Link, Duoduo, and Matsutake stayed in the hall outside, waiting for the old man to serve the food.

Behind the door, if Link could come in for a visit, he would find that the kitchen of this Dragon Restaurant is a different world.

The kitchen was spacious, bright, clean and tidy. In the middle was a huge stone platform with a huge object placed on it. It was covered with a white cloth, so its appearance could not be seen clearly.

The unknown dragon man raised his old hand, grabbed a corner of the white cloth, pulled it hard, and the things hidden under the cloth were revealed.

It was a huge monster corpse.

Its appearance is terrifying, like the embodiment of evil in the desert, and its black scales gleam with a chilling luster under the light.

Its eyes had lost the spark of life, staring blankly at the old man in front of it. The giant horns that once stood proudly were now broken and tattered, like horns broken off from the head of a demon.

Its wings were tightly attached to the sides of its body. These wings, which once allowed it to soar into the sky, were now roughly broken and drooped.

Its tail dragged along the ground, the tip of which was tangled with desert dust, like a giant hammer that it had swung to repel the threats of countless challengers.

Its skin was covered with wounds from battle, and unknown weapons left deep scars on it, like tattoos on a demon.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Black Horned Dragon, when you were alive you were a female tyrant in the desert. Countless hunters were terrified by you, and even male horned dragons had to avoid you. But after you died, you were just a piece of meat on my kitchen counter."

The old dragon man stroked the black-horned dragon's broken horn with nostalgia in his eyes. Then he turned around and took down a heavy and broad sword from the weapon rack hanging on the wall.

It is hard to imagine that a short old man who is less than 1.4 meters tall can lift this two-meter-long sword so easily.

Although it is called a giant sword, its appearance is more like a giant double-edged axe. The sharp axe blades are large and small, as if two irregular large horns were forced together and forged.

The Horned King Sword, a greatsword made from the horns of a male ceratopsian, is the graduation weapon that many greatsword hunters dream of.

However, even such an excellent weapon was now held in the old man's hand as if it were a kitchen knife, and he swung it vigorously at the dead black-horned dragon.

"Click."

The blunt and heavy Horned King Sword instantly cut off the Black Horned Dragon's giant wings that could cover the sky and the sun when spread. The sharp axe blade cut off the wing membranes on its wings, making the corpse of the giant beast even more broken.

"Hey, this black-horned dragon wing is the softest part of its body. Apart from the dragon cub in its belly, this dragon wing tastes the best. That kid is lucky."

The old but strong arm hung the giant sword back on the wall. The old man lifted the cut piece of wing membrane with ease and walked to the other side of the wall. This was the cooking area, with neatly arranged bone kitchen utensils.

These ancient dragon bones, which have been treated with special methods, will not rust like iron utensils and are a good material for making kitchen utensils.