Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

But for locals like them who have to experience it once a year, the appeal is really limited.

Plus, they were all members of the Fortress Guerrilla Army before. What does a large-scale event mean? It means endless overtime.

"Well, it's not such a pity." Ao Lang gave an awkward yet polite smile.

The poster girl tilted her head. "Yeah, I don't think things like the Brave Festival (Wan Ziman no Matsuri, the Baru Barre version of the Harvest Festival) are that interesting either."

The blonde receptionist named Hannah kept talking and worked tirelessly, and the registration procedures were completed quickly.

She closed the Hunter's Notes and handed it back to Orlan with both hands. Her tone became noticeably more intimate than her previous formal politeness.

"Registration completed~, you can now be considered a member of the Barubale Guild. Welcome to the Barubale Guild, Brother Orlan!"

"Thank you very much." Orlan took the notes and thanked him.

Hannah stared at Orlan's still childish face for two seconds, "Brother Orlan isn't even an adult yet, he's only just turned seventeen and he's already been promoted to two stars.

The president will definitely be very happy to have such a potential newcomer join!

By the way, do you have a place to stay? We can help you find an affordable hunting lodge.

"Not yet. If there's any vacant cabin in the meeting place, that would be perfect." Orlan took out his memo and took a look.

On the page titled "Things to do after arriving in Barubare", registering with the guild and securing accommodation are the first two items.

"I'll take them there." A gentle and intellectual female voice sounded, and a lady wearing glasses and a dark green shawl on her shoulders walked towards this side.

She looked to be in her thirties or forties, and had a very distinct scholarly air.

"President Sophia." Seeing the newcomer, the hostess quickly stood up straighter, clasped her hands in front of her belly and bowed.

It was only then that Orlan and the others realized that this lady was the Guild Master of the Barubare Guild.

You look so young. I thought the presidents of guilds in various places were all old guys like that guy with a mustache.

Looking at the man and cat, whose eyes widened slightly, the lady named Sophia guessed what they were thinking and put on a faint smile. "The old president is old, and I'm a newcomer who just took office last year. I still have many immature aspects."

"Hello, Madam President." After coming back to his senses, Orlan quickly lowered his head and briefly introduced himself.

"I know you." Sophia's smile became more obvious, "The Guild Master of Rocklark wrote a letter specifically for me.

They said that Rocklark finally produced a genius, but for no apparent reason he came to me and said that they would increase the commercial tax by 1%."

"." Aolan didn't know how to respond.

"Okay, don't be so serious. The tax increase was just a joke. He just wants me to take care of you."

Orlan fell silent. He had been taken care of by too many people over the years, and a feeling of shame that was difficult to repay surged in his heart.

"Don't overthink it. It's only natural to look after the younger generation. You young people just need to grow up well." After saying this with a smile, Ms. Sophia turned around and said, "Come with me. I remember there's an empty room on the third floor."

Aolan and Seabuckthorn followed, and under the guidance of Ms. Sophia, they came to a room on the third floor close to the dragon boat deck.

The room is not big, about less than 20 square meters, clean and simple, but it has all the furniture such as bed, wardrobe, table and chairs, storage boxes, etc.

The lighting is also quite good. The sunlight shines into the room through the round porthole, dyeing everything in the room a warm orange-yellow color.

"The rent is 1000 z/month. Just pay it to the poster girl monthly. Is that okay?"

"Of course." Orlan thanked him quickly. The other party was the president of the local guild, and he was flattered to be shown the room in person.

"As long as you like it." After saying this, President Sophia prepared to leave, but when she walked out of the room, she remembered something and turned around.

"By the way, the Balubare people migrate every once in a while. It's December now, and the next migration should be in February. You've just arrived here, so you'll feel uncomfortable with many things.

When you have free time, talk to the locals and you’ll get a lot of useful advice. Be cheerful, make more friends, and you’ll fall in love with this city.”

Chapter 58: Balubare’s specialty Balubare!

Together with Seabuckthorn, I tidied up the room thoroughly.

Cash, jewelry and other valuables were carefully stored, daily necessities were laid out one by one, and the spare clothes were carefully washed and hung outside the window.

Looking at the hunter's cabin which was clean and tidy and had a bit more of a breath of life, Orlan and Seabuckthorn put their hands on their hips and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

There are still some things to buy, such as sea buckthorn sleeping mats.

After all, it's a single-person hunter's cabin, and the bed is a bit narrow. It's suitable for one person, but it would be a bit crowded if there's an Elq added.

Therefore, Olang planned to buy a soft mat for Seabuckthorn, as well as some small pillows, blankets, etc., so that Seabuckthorn could sleep comfortably.

In addition, there are water cups, soap for washing the body and clothes, snacks and books to relieve boredom, etc. Olang wrote them down one by one in his memo, and planned to go to the street to buy them all at once.

"Gurgle--" The roar of the stomach churning sounded in the room.

Aolan looked at Seabuckthorn, and Seabuckthorn looked at him at the same time.

"Is that you?"

"It's obviously you, meow!"

After a few meaningless arguments, they agreed that it was time to find something to fill their stomachs.

Aolan changed into casual clothes, and Seabuckthorn wore only a small vest. The man and the cat traveled light and left the meeting place together.

Of course, there was food in the meeting house tavern, ranging from the most basic grilled meat and naan to high-end dishes made with rare ingredients, but they did not plan to enjoy their first meal here after arriving in the city.

On the way to the gathering place, they saw many tempting stalls and shops. For them who were new to the city, these roadside snacks were even more attractive.

As for which restaurant to eat at, it’s not difficult to choose. Anyway, you can definitely go to the restaurant with the longest queue.

Then they lined up in front of a shack that specialized in selling barbecue.

Seabuckthorn folded his ears back, looking reluctant. "It looks no different from the barbecue at Rocklark, meow. They're both rolled up in naan and eaten, meow. Even the smell is the same, meow."

Orlan was also a little hesitant. He wanted to try whether the barbecue at Balubale was really the same as that at Locklark, but he was worried that if they were exactly the same, it would be a bit of a waste to use the food he was tired of eating at home as his first meal at Balubale.

Just as they were struggling, a person behind them spoke up.

"Are you from Lokrak? First time in Barubare?"

Aolang Seabuckthorn turned around and saw that the person who was speaking was a hunter. He was wearing armor, with an insect-controlling stick slung across his back and a hunting insect lying on his arm.

This was undoubtedly a bug stick user, but it was the first time they had seen a bug stick user so fat.

It's not the kind of fat that's so thick that it hangs down and makes it difficult to walk, but the kind of fat that has a high body fat percentage but also has a lot of muscle underneath the thick fat, just like a kappa frog.

There are not many hunters of similar body shape. After all, with the amount of exercise a hunter does, it is difficult for him to gain too much fat even if he eats and drinks a lot every day.

However, there are a few hunters who deliberately eat excessive amounts of high-calorie foods to achieve this fat and strong body shape in order to gain stronger core strength and a more stable center of gravity.

They are usually heavy defenders who focus on defense, or hammer users.

I have never seen a fat person use a weapon like the insect-control stick, which requires extreme flexibility and coordination. Can you still fly like this?

Of course, Orlan wouldn't be so rude as to ask the question in his mind directly, but his expression couldn't help but become strange.

This caused the other party to misunderstand, "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you, but I can tell you the answer to the topic you just mentioned about barbecue."

The fat bug stick master patted his big belly and said, "Is it Barubale's barbecue or Locklark's barbecue? We can tell the difference without even tasting it!"

Now Aolan and the others also became interested. They were idle in the queue anyway. "So, what's the difference between the two sides?"

The Insect Stick Envoy rubbed his sleek chin, "Actually, the difference is very small. From the marinating and grilling of the barbecue to the type of naan, they are basically the same. After all, they all originated from the diet of desert nomads.

The real difference is in the ingredients!

The kebabs at Loklak are usually served with fresh onions, while the kebabs at Balubare are sprinkled with lots of Balubare before eating!

"What do you mean by sprinkle lots of Balubaremeow?"

"Huh? Don't you know?" Fatty Bug Stick made a surprised expression as if to say, "You guys don't even know this and you come here?" and then he became excited.

"The so-called 'balubare' is a complex spice. It is the specialty of this city and the origin of its name!

In Balubare, Balubare is the most indispensable seasoning. The people of Balubare can live without salt, but they cannot live without Balubare!

The Bugstick Master grew increasingly excited as he spoke. He waved his fat hand and pointed. "Look! Boy! Look at this city! What color do you think it is?"

"Uh, colorful?"

"What do you mean by colorful?!" The fat man curled his lips. "That's just the appearance! You have to look at the whole picture, the atmosphere! What color does this city give people as a whole?"

Aolang couldn't help but recall the warm yellow hillsides he saw on the road when he looked out at Barubare from afar, and the warm sunlight shining into his little house.

"Like the warm yellow of the afternoon sun?" Orlan said tentatively.

"That's right!" The fat man slapped his shoulder heavily with his fat hand, "It's a warm yellow that's almost orange-red! So the city of Barubare is also this color!

Because what flows in our veins is also Balubare!"

"Is that so?" Orlan was shocked by the other party's passion.

Seabuckthorn clapped his hands and said, "It's almost our turn, meow. Let's try what the Balubale barbecue with Balubale tastes like, meow!"

"That won't work."

The fat insect stick master suddenly grabbed Orlan's arm with one hand and lifted Seabuckthorn's neck with the other hand and pulled them out of the team.

“The food at this barbecue restaurant is quite good, and I eat there almost every day, but if you want to call it the ‘best’, it’s still a little short of being the best.

Since this is your first time here, you must try the best! Follow me!" The fat bug stick user shook his head, but his neck was as thick as his head, making his movements not very obvious.

They didn't have time to eat lunch and were cleaning the room in the afternoon. They had just waited in line for a long time. Orlan and Seabuckthorn were very hungry, but just when it was their turn to buy, they were dragged out of the line by the fat man with the insect stick.

The people behind them have already bought their tickets, so it seems inappropriate for them to cut in line now.

After the man and the cat looked at each other helplessly, they had no choice but to follow the fat insect stick master, praying that the deliciousness in the end would be worth all the twists and turns.

Led by the fat bug stick user, they traveled through the streets and alleys of Barubare.

Although this guy is fat, his steps are really agile. If Orlan and the others don't speed up their pace, they may lose him at any time.

After jogging for about ten minutes, they finally arrived at an inconspicuous little tent.

An old woman from the Dragon Clan who looked extremely old was slowly pushing a medicine mill, grinding something.

"Is this a pharmacy?" Orlan stared at a small sign at the entrance of the tent, which actually read "Secret medicines and traditional Chinese medicines for sale."

"That's right." The fat man simply responded and squatted next to the old woman, his whole body almost turning into a perfect sphere.

"Grandma Yao, this is their first time in this city and they've never tried balubare. Can you grind some for me?"

Grandma Medicine slowly raised her head and gave Fatty Worm Stick a helpless look, but eventually she walked back to the tent to get the materials.

"Many spices are also medicinal herbs themselves, so the medicine lady can also mix balubale. And it's no exaggeration to say that the balubale she mixes is the most authentic of all!"

The fat bug stick user patted his belly as he explained, "Usually she's always reluctant to help me adjust it. Only when I find an opportunity like this will she reluctantly agree to help."

Aolan: “.”

No wonder you are so enthusiastic, it turns out you just want to eat it.

The medicine lady was very old and moved very slowly, so Ao Lang and the others didn't feel comfortable urging her to hurry. It was not until more than half an hour later that a small bag of spices was handed to them.

The fat insect stick user bent down and took it with both hands, as if it was not a seasoning but some rare treasure.

"So what about the barbecue, meow?" Seabuckthorn, whose ears were limp from hunger, asked weakly, "Is the old lady also doing the barbecue part-time, meow?"

"Of course not, what are you thinking?" The fat bug stick master looked at it with a reproachful look, "Grandma Medicine is a master of potions!"

Seabuckthorn almost couldn't hold back his curse words. "How the hell do you know I'm a master of potions?"

The fat bug stick user's face was shining, "The best spices must be paired with the best meat!

Let's go! I'll take you to find Chef Meow! "

P.S. The more I write, the more it feels like Masala (?). In fact, Balubare is a mixed spice (Berbere) that exists in reality and is produced in Ethiopia. The name of the city in the game also comes from it.

Chapter 59 Bruised nose and swollen face

Orlan and Seabuckthorn followed the fat bug stick user again, jogging all the way. According to the latter, they were going to the "Chef Meow" shop.

As the name suggests, the cat chef is an Elu.

Elu has a more sensitive sense of smell and taste than humans, and is a natural chef. In fact, there are indeed many Elu working in the catering industry. I heard that all the chefs in the tavern at the gathering place are Elu.

Many hunters have the habit of ordering a large table of delicious food to supplement their nutrition before going out hunting.

Some hunting cats even learn cooking skills in addition to hunting techniques so that they can prepare delicious meals for hunters on the spot in the wild or in the camp.

Therefore, this big meal prepared for hunting is often called "cat meal" by hunters.

Compared to regular food that is simply for satisfying the appetite, cat food is very particular.