Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

Muti held the iron musket and said to the craftsman, "Mr. Craftsman, I've decided to give the musket a try. Can you sell it to me?"

The dragon craftsman glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "No."

Muti's expression froze, and before she could ask why, the craftsman continued, "This is the most basic model of gunpowder made of iron ore, and its performance in all aspects is very ordinary.

You are already a three-star hunter, and considering the opponents you will face later, this weapon's performance is outdated."

"So you mean, we can prepare something better for Muti?" Orlan asked tentatively.

"Ah."

"But, but I don't have any suitable material?" Muti said with some stammering.

When she left East Dorma, she didn't bring any materials with her. The set of armor she was wearing was made by hunting monsters on the way to Barubare.

"Oh, right, Sand Dragon! Are Sand Dragon materials okay?"

"Yes, but it is not recommended to use Sand Dragon materials to make gunlances."

The craftsman's expression remained unchanged as he spoke steadily, "I have the blueprints for the 'Defense Force Improved Gunlance.' It's the result of countless combat trials by the Guild Defense Force, and it's been repeatedly improved upon based on the Iron Gunlance."

Its performance far surpasses that of ordinary iron guns. The materials used are still mainly various metal ores, but the craftsmanship has higher requirements.

I'll make a list for you later, whether you buy them or collect them, it shouldn't be too difficult to collect them all."

"Thank you, Mr. Craftsman!" After happily thanking him, Muti looked at Orlan and said, "Um, Mr. Craftsman, I broke Orlan's weapon before. Can I..."

The craftsman hummed, then turned to Orlan. "Young man, you're Muti's friend, so I'll ask you to take good care of her. If you need any equipment, please feel free to let me know."

"Can I do it too?" Orlan pointed at himself in surprise.

The craftsman nodded seriously.

"Thank you so much." Orlan bowed in surprise. From the equipment he had seen in the blacksmith shop before, it could be seen that this dragon craftsman only accepted high-level orders.

It was true that Muti had damaged his shield, but that kind of basic equipment that could be bought with just a little money was not worth asking the master craftsman in front of him to help.

The other party was willing to spend time on a two-star hunter like himself, which could be said to be entirely due to Muti's help.

"I don't have any suitable materials on hand. How about making a mineral-based weapon? It's easier to collect materials. As for the type of weapon..."

Orlan originally wanted to say the one-handed sword, but when his eyes swept over the gunpowder and large shield in Muti's hand, he couldn't help but think of what Senior Searle had said to him.

——When you can safely put down your shield, then seriously consider changing weapons.

"Sorry, Mr. Craftsman, could you wait for me for a moment?" Orlan gave the craftsman an apologetic look.

After getting permission, he looked at Muti and cleared his throat, "Ahem, Muti, do you want to team up with me?"

"Huh?" Muti seemed a little unresponsive, but she noticed that Orlan's expression was particularly serious.

"This is not a temporary teaming for one or two missions, but a longer-term cooperation," Olang emphasized.

Seabuckthorn also poked his head out from behind Orlan, "He's the kind of companion you want to travel with and go on adventures with, meow!"

A companion on an adventure?

A feeling of joy he had never experienced before surged through his heart. Muti put down the musket in his arms, wiped his hands, and then shook the hand that Orlan extended. "Okay, thank you for your guidance from now on."

After that, she grabbed the little claws of sea buckthorn and shook it vigorously a few times, "And sea buckthorn too!"

"Please give me more advice."

"Be gentle, meow! My claws are going to break, meow!"

The craftsman beside him curled his lips, as if laughing, "So, young man, have you decided what kind of weapon to make?"

With the answer in hand, Orlan no longer hesitated. "If possible, please make me a katana."

"Meow?"

Seabuckthorn, clinging to Aolan's shoulder and shaking its claws, looked at him in confusion. It had been obsessed with mechanical knowledge recently and didn't quite understand that Aolan was practicing the katana.

"Tachi? Boss, are you going to change weapons? Didn't you say earlier, 'I'm not qualified to throw away my shield yet,' meow?"

Aolan rubbed its head and pointed his gaze at Muti standing beside him. "Now we have it."

Understanding what he meant, Muti raised the large shield in his hand and shook it happily. "Although I'm just a novice defender who knows nothing, I will do my best!"

"Then I have to work harder, meow!" Seabuckthorn took out a small screwdriver from somewhere, "One day, sooner or later, I will make a super powerful combat airship, meow!

Fuck it, dragon meow!"

".What did you learn from Miss Nazia?"

Looking at the two people and the cat laughing together, a hint of nostalgia flashed across the square face of the dragon craftsman.

It was a sunny afternoon many decades ago.

The young man in the wide-brimmed hat smiled and extended his hand to him, asking, "Would you like to join 'my brigade'?"

(The story in the MH4 setting collection, the first two people of "My Brigade")

At the door of the blacksmith shop, two people and a cat were looking at the long list of high-grade ores on the list, and their heads were overwhelmed.

The dragonman craftsman agreed to make an iron sword [Kagura] for Orlan.

Unlike the basic iron sword he currently uses, [Kagura] uses a series of high-level minerals including pyroxene, white dove stone, and scarlet kite stone. From destructive power to sharpness, they are completely on a different level.

According to the craftsman, it was an excellent katana that could be used up to a four-star level without looking outdated. The blue blade could even break through the scales of a flying dragon. It was a weapon of the same level as the modified gunpowder rifle customized by Muti.

Judging from the list, the materials required for the two overlap to a great extent. After all, there are only a few alloy formulas suitable for making hunter weapons.

The advantage of this is that they can collect materials together without having to run around separately, but the disadvantage is that the amount of ore required is doubled.

"It's impossible to dig all the minerals by myself, right?" Muti said, his head hanging, looking exhausted. "With so many rare minerals, how long will it take to dig them all?"

"It's definitely not possible to rely entirely on digging. At most, we can dig a part of it. Most of it still needs to be traded with merchants." Olang tapped his finger on the list.

"Like this, Red Lotus Stone, which is only found in volcanic areas. We can't go all the way to the Tirion region just to dig up a few pieces of ore.

As for merchants, I only know a young traveling merchant. I can ask him later. By the way, Muti, do you know any reliable merchants?

"Yes!" Muti suddenly tapped his palms. "Among Mom's travel companions back then, there was a very resourceful businessman!"

Aolan: “.”

"But the old man doesn't seem to be in Balubare." Muti lowered his head again, remembering something. "It seems he went to another area to do business."

"Boss, maybe we could ask Teacher Nazia about this," Seabuckthorn suddenly said. "She should be the most familiar with where to buy ore in Barubare."

"Makes sense."

Orlan nodded. He thought it would be more reliable to go to Nazia, a local, rather than Karim. "Let's just go there. She should have the right connections."

Muti also perked up and reminded, "We're here to ask for advice, so wouldn't it be better if we brought some souvenirs?"

"Of course, Seabuckthorn, what do you think is a suitable gift for Miss Nazia?" Orlan turned his head and asked Seabuckthorn.

Seabuckthorn looked at him sideways and said, "Give me a wrench and two kilograms of screws, meow."

"Ah? Are you serious?" Orlan was stunned.

"What the hell is that, meow? What else can I give you? Can't you just buy some food and bring a bottle of wine?" Seabuckthorn said unhappily.

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then Ao Lang said quietly, "Seabuckthorn, you never spoke like this before."

Seabuckthorn also fell silent, patting his face with his little paws, "I'm infected, meow."

Chapter 78 Trouble

Orlan was carrying a large bag of refined dried meat, which was also packed with smoked cheese and nuts, while Muti was carrying two large bottles of wine.

Led by Seabuckthorn, the two knocked on the door of Nazia's heavy machinery caravan.

"Who is it?" The voice from inside the door sounded a little impatient.

The door was opened, and Nazia, with messy hair, glanced at the two people outside the door. Then, her gaze moved down and fell on Sea Buckthorn.

"You still remember to come back?" She picked up Sea Buckthorn and said angrily, "You abandoned a half-finished machine and disappeared for a long time. Do you still have the soul of a mechanic?!"

"Sorry, meow!"

Ao Lang behind it quickly explained: "Sorry, Seabuckthorn has wanted to come back for a long time, and I was the one who kept dragging it around."

Nazia snorted at this. "When assembling complex mechanical components, the worst thing to do is to leave the machine mid-process. Not only will you miss steps, but the feel will also change, compromising the integrity of the machine and potentially increasing the chances of future malfunctions."

"Meow——" Seabuckthorn lowered his ears in shame.

Seeing this, Nazia's expression and tone softened a little, "It's necessary to relax occasionally, take a day off, and go out for some sun, but remember to do it before starting work.

Take down that half-finished thing you made and start over. It's your first practical mechanical work, and you don't want to fail, right?"

"Got it, meow! We'll finish it in one go, meow!"

Jumping down from Nazia's hand, Seabuckthorn held the small screwdriver high, meowed, and slipped past her feet before running into the workshop inside the van.

Nazia's gaze returned to the two people standing at the door with somewhat awkward expressions. She opened the door and nodded, "Come in, find a place to sit, and I'll get you some tea."

Orlan and Muti exchanged a glance, then followed him in, carefully avoiding the mechanical objects and tools that were everywhere, and hesitantly sat down at a long table that looked more like a workbench than a table.

"I say, is Miss Nazia in a bad mood?" Muti asked in a low voice.

"It seems so." Orlan's face was tense, his lips were still, and he squeezed out the words from between his teeth, "But it shouldn't be because of us."

Before the two of them had time to exchange a few words, Nazia came back with a large steaming iron kettle and a few tin cups.

"Sorry, we don't have any snacks at home." Nazia also looked a little embarrassed. "Just think of it as drinking some hot water."

As she spoke, she poured a cup of boiling water for each of them.

Tea leaves were placed in the cup in advance. Unlike ordinary tea leaves, the slightly stimulating fragrance wafted out under the stimulation of hot water.

"Mint tea, it's refreshing. I don't know if you guys are used to it."

After saying thank you, Muti habitually wanted to hold the cup with both hands, but he pulled back as soon as he touched the cup. The tea was in boiling water and the cup was made of iron. He was afraid that he would not be able to drink it for a while.

Orlan winked at her, and Muti quickly put the bottle of wine on the table. Orlan also took out the gifts he had prepared before coming.

Nazia raised her eyebrows. "You brought gifts? You need my help?"

As she spoke, she unwrapped the parchment paper that contained the dried meat and smoked cheese. "Hey? These are both great to go with a drink. Let's stop drinking tea and have a drink. I'll get two more cups."

Nazia bit open the cork of one of the bottles of wine with her teeth, sniffed the bottle mouth, and showed a satisfied expression on her face. Just as she was about to get up to change the glass, Orlan quickly called her.

"We are not good at drinking, so there is no need. Miss Nazia can keep it and drink it slowly."

Those two bottles were both strong liquors. They had barely tasted beer before and would probably make a fool of themselves if they drank them.

After taking a look at the two of them and making sure they were not being polite, Nazia sat down again and said, "Well, you two are not yet adults, and it's not good to get drunk.

I like the gift very much. If there is anything you want me to help you with, just tell me. I won’t refuse to help you if I can.”

It was convenient to deal with such a straightforward person, so Orlan didn't beat around the bush and took out the list of materials attached to the memo.

Nazia glanced at it and put the list down. "Do you want to make a cast iron suit? Or an advanced ore-based weapon?"

"It's for making weapons."

"That's a lot of them. Are they going to make some heavy weapons? And more than one?"

"Well, a rifle and a katana." Muti answered honestly.

"I still have some of this ore in stock and can sell it to you. You'll have to buy the rest from merchants. I think I can collect it all in half a month."

Nazia looked a bit embarrassed. "But I've been busy with some other things lately, maybe... Wait?"

Nazia suddenly seemed to remember something, and her eyes flicked to Orlan. "Speaking of which, Orlan, you're from Lokrak, right? You should be familiar with the Sand Sea area, then?"

"Well, I guess so?" Aolan felt a little uneasy when she stared at him.

Nazia stood up excitedly, her hands resting on the table as she asked a series of questions, "How do you find your way in the desert? How do you find an oasis? How do you survive? You should know these things, too."

Oran answered this question with much more confidence, "Although I am from Loklak, I am actually a desert nomad. I am very familiar with this."

"That's great!" Nazia's eyes sparkled. "How about this? Do me a favor, and I'll use my connections and some favors to gather all the ore materials in the shortest possible time!"

"Let me ask first, what kind of help do you need?" Aolan was a little tempted, but he didn't have the habit of taking on too much before understanding the situation.

"Where should I even begin?" Nazia sat down again. "In short, I want you to serve as a guard and guide for a scholar as we journey to Chongri Town (note) deep in the sand sea to conduct an investigation."

"Chongri Town?" Muti repeated the place name, his face full of confusion.

However, Orlan had heard of this place. It was an industrial town located deep in the sand sea, famous for producing high-quality heat-resistant metals.

"If you're just serving as a guard and guide, that's no problem. Could you please tell me the details?" Orlan nodded.