Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

The Felyne cat that had fallen to the ground because he stood up just now also stood with his hands on his hips, looking at him angrily.

Aolan stared at the other person in a daze. She should be a very young lady, but because she was wearing a veil, her face could not be seen clearly, and it was difficult to accurately judge her age.

The reason why he was stunned was not because of the other person's identity as a young girl, but mainly because he noticed the uniform she was wearing.

The light armor is mainly yellow and beige, made of leather and sturdy cloth. Anyone who is a local of Rocklak will be familiar with this outfit.

——Fortress Archery Team Set, special protective gear for Fortress Guerrilla Archers.

As for the so-called Fortress Guerrillas, it is an official organization led by Guild President Lockrak, the old man with a mustache last night.

They can be roughly understood as the local city guards of Rocklak, responsible for daily security, patrols, caravan protection and other work. When monsters attack, they are also the last line of defense to protect citizens, and are deeply trusted by the residents of Rocklak.

Since they often need to fight against monsters such as the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon and Pterosaur Dragon that invade the city, the members of the Fortress Guerrillas basically all have the identity of hunters, but most of them are not of high level.

Many novice hunters will choose to hone their skills in the guerrillas for a few years. There are also countless examples of people who started out as guerrillas and grew into well-known hunters after independence.

For these reasons, anyone who is not a criminal with a guilty conscience will be more favorable towards someone wearing a Fortress Guerrilla uniform, and Olang is no exception.

He lowered his head awkwardly and explained, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't find a place to sleep last night and I was too sleepy, so I slept here.

As for being an alcoholic or something, I don’t drink.”

The guerrilla girl was stunned when she heard this. She moved closer to him and sniffed twice, and sure enough, she didn't smell any alcohol.

Taking advantage of the dim light, he carefully examined Orlan's expression and the armor on his body.

He doesn't look like he's lying, and he should be younger than me. Maybe he's not even an adult yet?

The novice hunter's iconic hunter suit has obvious signs of use, and there are even some blood stains on it that have not been cleaned clean. Did he just come back from the hunting ground?

Couldn't find a place to sleep

Because the mission failed and there was no reward, so there was no money for accommodation? It was very likely that he was still hungry.

So pitiful!

The dissatisfaction in the guerrilla girl's eyes disappeared, replaced by pity, heartache, and a kind of inexplicable sense of responsibility, which made Ao Lang feel creepy.

She grabbed Orlan's hand and pulled him up from the tourist bench.

"Come on! I'll treat you to breakfast and then find you a place to stay!"

Aolan: “?”

(Picture of the complete set of Fortress Tour (Bow) Strike Team)

If I remember correctly in MH3, this set of equipment requires the use of Lanlong materials. It's too outrageous to put it in reality.

The definition here is that kind of low-cost, cost-effective standard equipment, referring to the ore set, which does not reach the level of the defense team. The defense team is the equipment of the guild's elite knights.

Chapter 6 Passionate Girl

The guerrilla girl tried to pull Orlan away, but failed. Only then did she notice that the other person was half a head taller than her.

Although his size is not as exaggerated as those giant heavy weapons hunters, he is still much taller and stronger than ordinary people.

"I'm sorry, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Olang didn’t like to abuse other people’s kindness, so he explained earnestly, “I’m a local from Rocklark. It’s not that I don’t have a place to live, but for some reason I don’t want to go home, nor do I want to rent a room at the Assembly Hall Tavern.

As for breakfast, I'll treat you both to the inconvenience caused by disrupting your work.

As he spoke, Aolan lifted up his purse and shook it, indicating that his wallet was still quite full.

The guerrilla girl released her hand and tilted her head to look him over again. "Don't want to go home for some reason? Did you have a fight with your family? Did you run away from home?"

"It's more or less the same." Ao Lang looked away guiltily.

"Hahaha, little brother, you understand, I'll be honest with you, I've also been through such a period!" The guerrilla girl patted his shoulder vigorously.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Resha, and as you can see, I'm a member of the Fortress Guerrilla Unit. This kid over here is Seabuckthorn, and he's my patrol partner!"

Elu, who was following the girl, also waved his claws.

It has slightly longer hair, and its fur color is mainly gray-yellow like sand, with some intermittent black markings on its body (sand cat), which is the unique fur color of Elu in the desert area.

It's a little small, and judging from its face, it should be a little guy who is not yet an adult.

Orlan nodded to the girl and Elu respectively, and briefly introduced himself, "Olan, a one-star hunter, please give me your guidance."

"Oh wow, he's not an apprentice, but a full-fledged hunter who's been successfully promoted?" The girl named Resha glanced at the one-handed sword behind Orlan. "A light weapons swordsman, oh boy. By the way, our guerrilla team is always recruiting. Are you interested in learning more?"

Orlan wanted to decline, but on second thought, he was not opposed to joining the Fortress Guerrillas to hone himself. From another perspective, this might also be an opportunity to prove that he could be independent?

"Can I work part-time?" Orlan asked tentatively.

Resha narrowed his eyes and smiled. The other party's question showed that he was interested in the work of the Fortress Guerrillas, but he still had some concerns in his heart.

This is normal. If the other party said "I want to join!" without thinking, she would doubt whether the other party had thought it through.

"Let's go! Let's eat and talk. Afterwards, I'll take you to see Boss Qiaoda." Resha tilted his head. "Our Fortress Guerrillas can't just enter whenever they want. Whether it's long-term or not, we need the boss's approval."

"Is this all right?" Orlan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you two still on patrol?"

"It's okay. It's just a routine patrol. I'll say hello to my companions and ask them to help keep an eye on this area!" Resha smiled happily.

"You just want to be lazy, meow." The Elu named Seabuckthorn couldn't help but speak.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Resha flicked his ears, which were slightly larger than those of ordinary Elul, "I am genuinely enthusiastic about recruiting new blood for the guerrillas!

Alright, expressionless hunter brother, let’s go! If you’re late, there won’t be any seats left at the breakfast shop!”

"Okay." Orlan, who had nowhere to go, followed the quarreling man and cat.

Since they were all locals, they certainly didn't go to those weird shops that catered to tourists. Instead, they found a busy stall in a residential area where locals gathered.

The food provided here is also very simple. Pour olive oil on the hot mashed beans, and the fragrance of freshly squeezed olive oil is immediately steamed by the heat, which whets your appetite.

Served with freshly baked flatbreads and sweet tea made with dried dates, plant protein and carbohydrates, this is the breakfast most common to the locals.

It looks plain and simple, but it is the most reassuring taste for desert dwellers like them. It is affordable and the portion is large enough. Ao Lang also silently memorized the location of this stall in his heart.

I can come again in the future.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Resha patted his belly contentedly. Just as he was about to pay the bill, he found that Aolang had already paid first. He couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Tsk, you kid, forget it, I'll treat you next time.

Shall we go see Boss Jodha now? Or is there anything else you need to do?"

Aolan thought for a moment and said, "If possible, I'd like to go to the workshop first. I just finished a hunt yesterday and returned from the hunting grounds. My weapons and armor need cleaning and maintenance.

It shouldn't take too long, and maybe it will make a better impression this way?"

"Oh, sure! Smart boy! The boss always says things like 'Equipment is a warrior's life!' He'll definitely like you!"

"You are happy too, meow. You can be lazy for a longer time, meow." Seabuckthorn said suddenly.

"Nonsense! My hunting bow needs some maintenance, too, okay? And I need to restock it with arrows, too!"

"Shouldn't this be something you do in your private time, meow?"

"Why are you so serious, cat?"

"Actually, I also feel that this is a bit of a waste of Miss Resha's time." Orlan also spoke at this time, "You two can continue with your duties. As for meeting the guerrilla leader, I can handle it myself."

"Ahh! Why are you two like this! Damn it, you two are really partners, right?" Resha said unhappily.

"Also! Brother Orlan, why do you always speak in that respectful yet distant tone? We desert people don't speak like that. Who did you learn that from?"

"." Ao Lang was silent for a few seconds before answering, "Maybe it's because my teacher is from Jieyun Village."

"Western Continental people, no wonder." Resha pushed the table aside and stood up. "Let's not waste time here. Come on, I'll take you to a workshop you know! All the guerrillas are maintaining their weapons over there, no need to queue!"

Resha ran away in a hurry. Aolan and Seabuckthorn exchanged helpless glances and hurried to catch up.

The workshop in Hot Sand Mouth is not large, but judging by the number of weapons stored here, business should be good.

The boss is a coolly dressed older woman with a sun-shaped tattoo on her shoulder, which is the most common symbol of Locklak.

"Boss! I brought in new guys to maintain the weapons!"

After greeting him, Resha turned to Aolan and said, "What are you standing here for? Take off your armor and weapons and hand them over to me!"

After a period of contact, Orlan gradually got used to the girl's personality and nodded to the female boss. Then he took off his armor one by one and placed it on the counter.

The boss glanced at the hunter suit he handed over, and then threw it to the helper behind him to clean and maintain it. This kind of novice-level equipment didn't require her to spend much effort.

But when the boss took the weapon handed to him by Orlan, his expression became strange.

She looked at the hunter's dagger and the matching shield over and over again, raised her head to look at Orlan, lowered her head to continue checking, and repeated this several times.

"Boss, what are you looking at? Isn't it just a basic hunter dagger?" The impatient Resha couldn't help asking.

The workshop owner ignored her and stared at Aolan without stopping, asking, "How on earth do you use a one-handed sword, boy?

The edge of the shield is badly worn. Did you use it as an axe? And the sword, too. A large chunk of the blade is bent. Did you use it to chop the monster's head off?

No? You don't look like someone with exaggerated strength, so how can you use a one-handed sword like this?"

Ao Lang turned his head slightly awkwardly and said vaguely, "My way of using the one-handed sword is quite unique."

"You really should stop using the one-handed sword. Try using another weapon. It'll be better for you and it."

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ps. The main weapon used by the protagonist in the future is not the one-handed weapon, but now the foundation in all aspects is unstable, so it is used temporarily.

Note: The so-called "Western Continent" refers to the Hefeng area of ​​Jieyun Village and Yanhuo Village. Since the official has not clearly given the location of these areas on the map, but there is another continent to the west of the Old Continent, in this book (and the previous book), the Hefeng area is set in the Western Continent.

Chapter 7 Emergency

Faced with the boss lady's suggestion, Olang's expression did not change.

Although he thought so in his heart.

"Thank you for the reminder, but I promised my teacher not to use other types of weapons in actual combat without her consent. I cannot break my promise."

"So that's how it is." The proprietress nodded.

Since the other party did not fail to notice, but the commander made special arrangements, there was no need for her to say more.

She stood up from behind the counter and walked into the inner room of the workshop carrying the sword and shield.

Although it was just a basic mineral-based blade, it shouldn't be necessary for her, the boss, to handle it. However, it was rare to find a novice hunter who could use the weapon in such a weird way. To be safe, she decided to handle it herself.

She put the curled iron sword into the furnace, burned it until it turned dark red, took it out, and put it on the anvil to hammer it.

Olang was outside, craning his neck to look.

Resha, standing by, said with a grin, "How's it going? Not bad, right? Don't be fooled by the boss's youth; she's very skilled. Not only can she repair novice-level weapons like this, she can even forge four- and five-star equipment!"

Orlan nodded in agreement.

There was no apparent technical skill involved in repairing a novice weapon, but the fact that she was willing to take the trouble to temper it at least proved that she was a very responsible craftsman.

If you go to another workshop, it will probably just be a simple cold forging and polishing.

There is actually nothing wrong with doing so. The hunter's dagger is a pure metal weapon made of iron ore, and is quite tough and durable.

However, if it is de-fired and re-forged, the integrity of the blade can be guaranteed to the greatest extent and the strength of the weapon can be restored to the highest level.

Sitting on the bench outside the workshop, while waiting patiently, Olang chatted with Resha casually.

Of course, most of the time it was Resha who was talking, and he only occasionally joined in.

After more than an hour, the equipment maintenance was completed.

Putting on his shiny armor again and taking the weapon that was still warm from the fire, Orlan bowed, thanked him sincerely, and then handed over the repair fee, which he thought was a little too cheap.

With the boss's greeting of "Come again next time", the two men and the cat walked out of the workshop.

After looking Orlan up and down, Resha nodded with satisfaction. His clothes and armor were clean and shiny, but not brand new. The traces of repairs and use made him feel more at ease.

"The boss will like you!"

"Yeah." Orlan nodded, but in his heart he wanted to say, why does it seem like I'm about to join the Fortress Guerrillas?

But in the end, he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, and could only hope that the "Boss Qiao Da" the other party was talking about was someone who was easy to talk to.

The two people and the cat continued to walk through the increasingly lively streets of Lockrak.

According to Resha, the City Fortress Guerrillas did not have a fixed office location, only dormitories for members, which seemed to be large bunk beds.

At first, Orlan thought that Resha was taking him to the dormitory, but in fact, they were going to the area where Qiao Da was responsible for patrolling and looking for the latter directly.