Chapter 51 Oshura’s Bad Luck
Oshula's face stiffened, and with a constipated expression, she asked: "What about that? I came here just to ask, is it really not possible to lose that hair?"
"no!"
The workshop owner refused simply and neatly.
“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.
What materials should be used should be used. There should be no more, no less, and no replacement. Otherwise, the integrity of the design will be destroyed, causing certain characteristics of the armor itself to be ineffective.
If you want to make a complete Peach Furry Beast Set, just keep hunting for me honestly. There is no need to be lazy and steal it. "
"Aha."
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 number one!"
“Are you short of materials for making armor?” Gordon asked curiously before he could leave.
Oshula did not answer directly, but glanced at him, "Do you have anything else to do later?"
“Huh? Not yet.”
“Okay then! Come and have a drink with me!”
With that said, Urshula, who finally caught someone to complain to, casually said hello to the workshop owner as a farewell, grabbed Gordon and returned to the tavern area of the hunter's meeting place.
“Bang!”
Two huge oak wine glasses, the size of a human head, were slammed down on the table by Oshula. The loud sound attracted the attention of several hunters who were having breakfast around them.
A tall female hunter who looked about the same age as Urshula looked here and laughed and said: "Another one who came here to drink early in the morning? Hahahaha, which one is this? Or Didn't get that 'brightly colored fur'?
I said, you should consider changing your armor. Pink is not suitable for you either. You and the Peach-haired Beast King are naturally at odds with each other, haha! "
A male hunter at the next table also picked up the soup bowl, raised it towards Oshula as if toasting, and said jokingly: "Stop persecuting those gorillas. If this continues, the peach-haired beast king near Minagard will I’m almost finished by you!”
“Get out of here, mom!”
Oshula 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.
“Pah ha.”
She smelled of alcohol and wiped the ale foam from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. At this time, Urshula's face could not find the cheerful and bold smile that she usually had when drinking. Instead, it was full of pain and entanglement.
Gordon, who had no interest and got drunk during the day, took a brief sip. In fact, he had already got the general idea through the teasing of others.
For the sake of their own lives, hunters have difficulty keeping their hands when hunting. The corpses of hunted monsters are often in tatters. What materials can be harvested depends on luck.
Especially for some rare materials, you may not be able to get them 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 one 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 Oshura, 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 bad luck.
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 the **** brightly colored furs. 'ah!"
Then your hands are indeed a bit dark.
Hold up the empty wine glass and wave it towards the waiter behind the counter, signaling the latter to add more wine. After that, 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 that enhances the normal bullet burst, which is quite important to me.
So I went hunting for the Peach Hair Beast King. After I successfully hunted the first one, I collected the materials for the trunk armor, waist armor, and greaves. I was so happy at that time. I thought that if I hunted another one, the Peach Hair Beast Set would be perfect. It can be formed steadily.
Then I hunted the second one, and I had all the materials for the wrist armor, and even the materials for the helmet were almost there, except for a thing called "brightly colored fur".
Do you know the Peach Hair Beast King? Those pink gorillas that love to eat mushrooms, they have a tuft of green hair on their heads, that's it.
What's outrageous is that it doesn't grow naturally, but the peach-haired beast king dyed it with plant juice and styled it himself, just like the nobles in the city used beeswax to style their hair. Can you believe it?
I went on horseback for those dyed green hairs, once, twice, three times. In the past six months, 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, Urshula waved his hand in the direction of the other hunters in the tavern and said, "Do you know what the animals in the assembly hall said about me? "
A young male hunter at the next table held his throat very cooperatively and said in a high-pitched voice: "Oshula, Oshula~, do you have any special interest in the peach-haired beast king~!
Like its cuckold? Or a big belly? Or a round **** that loves to fart? Hahahahahahahaha! "
“You’re f*cking looking for death!”
Oshula bared his teeth and claws, and with a flick of his hand, he hit the funny hunter on the head with a piece of smoked cheese. The two people immediately locked hands with each other as if they were wrestling.
ˆ Gordon: "."
No wonder Tiggy exploded last time when she said "female orangutan". It turns out there was something wrong with her.
Oshula, who was more skillful and finally succeeded in stuffing the young male hunter under the table, came back with her messy hair, and drank more than half of the glass of wine in a depressed manner.
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.
“Senior Oshura”
“Call me sister!”
Oshula, who was waving an oak wine glass, was obviously a little drunk.
.Okay, sister”
“You are not allowed to add ‘老’!”
Gordon's mouth twitched, "Sister, do you know why my hunter level is 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 it or not, I will beat you up?"
“Because I am unlucky enough.”
"Um?"
Oshula tilted his head, as if he 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 boar king"
(End of this chapter)