Chapter 51 Oshura’s Bad Luck
Oshula’s face froze, and she asked with a constipated expression: “What about that, I came here just to ask, what’s missing? Is that really not possible?”
“No!”
The workshop owner refused simply.
“How many times have I told you that any piece of hunter armor is finally finalized after repeated design and experimentation by countless craftsmen and scholars.
You need whatever materials you need, no more, no less, and no replacement. Otherwise, the integrity of the design will be destroyed, causing some of the characteristics of the armor itself to be ineffective.
If you want to make a complete peach fur beast suit, just keep hunting for me honestly. There is no need to be lazy to steal. "
"Haah."
Oshula covered her face and let out a long sigh, and couldn't help cursing, "What number is this? Damn it, when will it be the end? ”
“Lack of materials for making armor? "Gordon, who had not yet had time to leave, asked curiously.
Oshula did not answer directly, but glanced at him, "Do you have anything else to do for a while?"
"Huh? Not yet."
"Okay! Come with me. Go drink!"
With that said, Oshula, who finally found someone to complain to, casually said hello to the workshop owner as a farewell, grabbed Gordon and returned to the tavern of the Hunter Meeting House. district.
“哐!”
Two huge oak wine glasses, the size of a human head, were slammed down on the table by Oshula. The huge sound attracted the attention of several hunters who were having breakfast around them.
A tall female hunter who looked about the same age as Oshula looked here and laughed: "Come here to drink again early in the morning? Hahahaha, this is Which one is it, and you still haven't got that 'brightly colored fur'?
I said, why don't you consider changing to a set of armor? Pink doesn't suit you either. Haha!”
A male hunter at the next table also picked up his soup bowl, raised it towards Oshula as if to toast, and said jokingly: “Stop persecuting me!” Those gorillas, if you continue like this, you will almost kill all the peach-haired beast kings near Minagard!"
"Get out of here!"
Urshula made a rude gesture to the hunters who were teasing her, sat down angrily, grabbed an oak goblet full of ale, and drank half of it.
“Pfft.”
He smelled of alcohol and wiped the ale foam from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. At this time, there was no trace of the usual drinking expression on Oshula’s face. That cheerful and generous smile was filled with pain and confusion.
Having no interest in it, Gordon got drunk during the day and took a sip. In fact, he had already gotten the general idea through the teasing of others.
For the sake of their own lives, it is difficult for hunters to keep their hands when hunting. The corpses of hunted monsters are often in tatters. What materials can be stripped depends on luck.
In particular, some rare materials may not be available even after hunting multiple monsters of the same kind.
Therefore, it is very common for hunters to spend weeks or even months repeatedly going to hunting grounds to hunt for materials in order to make a certain weapon or piece of armor.
If you are lucky, you can collect a complete set of armor materials by successfully hunting a large monster. If you are not lucky, you will usually be able to hunt two to three monsters. If you are not lucky, you will have no bottom. .
Speaking of this, Gordon vaguely remembered that the waitress Tiggy seemed to have complained about Oshula, saying that the latter knew how to hunt the peach-haired beast king all day long.
It seems that this guy is one of those who has very, very bad luck.
After throwing a piece of salty smoked cheese into his mouth, and then pouring the remaining ale in the wine glass into his mouth, Oshura began to pour out the bitter water.
"Seven heads! I have hunted seven peach-haired beast kings! My storage box is almost filled with those fluffy pink furs, but I can't get out, so what the hell? The 'brightly colored hair'!"
Gordon: "."
Then your hands are indeed a bit dark.
Raising the empty wine glass high and shaking it towards the waiter behind the counter, signaling the latter to add more wine, Urshula continued to complain:
"Four months ago, I planned to build a peach-haired beast suit. Well, you know I am a light crossbow user. The peach-haired beast suit has a special effect of enhancing the rapid firing of normal bullets, which is quite important to me.
So I went to hunt the Peach-haired Beast King and successfully hunted After hunting the first one, I gathered the materials for the carcass, waist armor, and greaves. I was very happy at that time, thinking that after hunting another one, the peach fur beast suit would be firmly formed.
Then I hunted the second one and got all the materials for the wrist armor. Okay, even the materials for the helmet are almost the same, except for the thing called the "brightly colored hair".
You know the peach-haired beast king, right? The pink gorilla that loves to eat mushrooms. There will be a bunch of green hair, that is
What’s outrageous is that it doesn’t grow naturally, but was made by the Peach Hair Beast King himself by dyeing it with plant juice, just like the nobles in the city use beeswax to style their hair. Can you believe it?
I went on horseback for those dyed green hairs, once, twice, three times. In just half a year, I hunted seven peach-haired beast kings!
Ah, thank you. "
After thanking the waiter who was holding back a smile and pouring him a drink, Oshula waved his hand and made a circle in the direction of the other hunters in the tavern, "You know those animals in the meeting house are all. What did you say about me? "
A young male hunter at the next table pinched his throat very cooperatively and said in a sharp voice: "Oshula, Oshula~, do you have any special interest in the peach-haired beast king~!
Like it cuckold? Or a big belly? Or a round ass that loves to fart? Pfft hahahahahaha! ”
"You're fucking looking for death!!"
Oshula bared his teeth and claws, and with a flick of his hand, he hit the funny hunter on the forehead with a piece of smoked cheese, and the two people immediately locked each other as if they were wrestling.
Gordon: "."
No wonder this guy exploded last time when Tiggy said "female orangutan". It turns out that there is a reason to be
skilled. Urshula, who finally succeeded in stuffing the young male hunter under the table, came back with her somewhat messy wavy hair, and drank more than half of the glass of wine unhappily.
Gordon, who was brought in to act as a listener, glanced at her and thought it would be better to enlighten this guy, so as not to drink too much and go crazy.
As for how to enlighten a very unlucky person?
The best way is to tell him that I am actually more unlucky than you.
"Oshula-senpai"
"Call me sister!"
Urshula, waving an oak goblet, was clearly a little tipsy.
"Okay, sister"
"No 'old'!"
The corner of Gordon's mouth twitched, "Sister, you know why I Is your hunter level promoted faster than others?"
Oshula looked at him sideways, holding the wine glass in his hand like a hammer, "You want to say you are gifted or something, believe me or not. Beat you?”
"Because I'm unlucky enough."
"Huh?"
Oshula tilted her head, as if she didn't understand the logic.
“This matter starts with the assessment task for me to be promoted to an official hunter. The goal of the assessment task is to hunt five large wild boars. I just killed the last one and didn’t have time to skin it.
I bumped into the big wild boar king" (End of this chapter)