Feng Nian felt that his body sank, and a fur coat that had been temporarily taken off was put on his shoulder. His eyes flickered, and he lost his son's figure beside him. After more than ten seconds, Daddy emerged from behind the bushes in frustration and shouted at the blood-stained seal, "Hell! Look at the good things you've done...... You've ruined all my hunts! ”

"May the Hunter be with you—I said I would do it faster." The young man held the bast at the heel of the snow wolf's neck in one hand and breathed a sigh of relief. The skinning knife was pulled out of the prey's mouth with a "snort", strands of blood plasma overflowed from the mouth, and the little beast didn't even have time to struggle, so it leaned softly into the arms of Feng Chen.

Even if the dragon cavity is not considered, ordinary first-order monsters can't go through three or two rounds in front of today's sealed dust, let alone this kind of small tooth beast that is not ranked. Relying on the sturdy shell of the submersible dragon that covered its arms, the dragon whisperer was able to boldly penetrate through the jaw into his brain, without even damaging even half of his valuable fur.

"I don't know what the Hunters' Guild has taught you about any nonsense, but it's not hunting. How did I teach you? Patience! Remember? Feng Nian sighed and waved his hand to let his son deal with the hunting fruit under his feet, "Set a trap, wait for the beast to take the bait, and then collect the prey, the hunt should be like this-you are on the side of the snowy mountain, are you so rude when hunting?" ”

"I ......" Feng Chen was about to say something, but the words changed to "Well...... At least our dinner was over. ”

"I don't eat this, the wolf meat is hard and woody, and after it is dried, it is better to sell it to those curious city people." The old hunter squatted down and painfully put away the half-licked blood ice trap, "There are mushrooms and pork from the merchant ship at home, and your father is not short of food and clothing now." In recent months, the snow forest has become more ferocious than it used to be. The brute had already harassed the village a few times, and frightened a number of imps, so Chief McGonagall asked me to think of a solution. ”

"That'...... At least I can call it a day and go home early. Feng Chen spread out the body of the beast on the snow, the short knife swept through the neck and abdomen, a complete wolf skin was slowly peeled off, and the pink skin film below was especially steaming, "You have never been willing to buy some pork during the New Year, is this year's Daxue Mountain so generous?" ”

"No, if it weren't for the village chief's request, I wouldn't have been too lazy to go out hunting until the end of the year." Feng Nian shook his head, "There are not many places in Xuelin Village that need to spend money, and the ones you send back every month are enough for me to have a good time." ”

Feng Chen was patting the wolf skin on his hand, and stopped his movements when he heard the words: "Huh? My probationary period has long since ended, and the union still has a subsidy? ”

"What are you talking about? The envelope is your name and that of your leader, what does it have to do with the Hunters' Guild? The old hunter frowned, "I know that the allowance you mentioned, five silver coins a month, is no different from sending Hanako. ”

A few months passed after the union's subsidy expired, and Feng received a letter from the head of the Qin regiment year by year, as well as thirty silver coins sent in the name of Feng Chen. Since then, there have been as few as a few dozen silver coins and as many as one or two gold coins a month, and it has never been cut off: "I always thought you sent it back...... Why, isn't it? ”

Saddled as a defector hunter and poacher, Dusty has been struggling to survive in the ancient forest for months. Moments before crossing the Great Snow Mountain, the young man had just witnessed a small poaching party being wiped out under the fire of the Knights. Today's dragon whisperers can't protect themselves, how can they have the ability to send money and goods to their families. Needless to say, all of this is the credit of everyone in the small hunting group.

"Ah...... Oh, I remembered. The Shadowhunter slapped his head and made a look of sudden realization, "Speaking of which, it's true, things like commissioning rewards have always been managed by the head of the regiment, and I haven't asked about it for a long time. ”

"That girl is a good hand," said Daddy, who was illiterate, and this sentence apparently conveyed the assessment of Chief McGonagall, "must be worthy of your trust—hey! Boy, have you forgotten something? ”

Feng Chen looked at his side, the little wolf had separated its flesh and skin, the knives and traps were neatly folded, and the blood stains on the ground were all buried under the snow. He was stunned, and then he let out an "oh", and then he raised his knife, cut off the four claws of the wolf corpse, piled them at the foot of the bushes, and prayed to the tribute: "May the hunting god be with you." ”

Whether in the Hunters' Guild or the Underworld, most of the proceeds of hunting are the property of the entrusting owner. There is no tradition of sacrifice south of the Snow Mountain, and the life and death of the prey and the way it is disposed of must follow the requirements of the power of attorney. Feng Chen insisted on it a few times in the training camp, and then he had to follow the local customs.

"It's not promising...... Walk outside, don't say you learned from me. Feng scolded and pulled out the hunting knife behind his back. He snatched the still warm hunting fruit, and cut a long hole in the snow wolf's belly with a "bang". The water flowed out with a tumultuous flow, and blood fell on the shabby pile of tribute.

"Isn't that your favorite?" The Dragon Whisperer asked with a strange expression.

"With the fat meat of the city, who is scarce of these things?" The old hunter wiped his blade on the snow, threw the leather coat on his shoulders to Feng Chen, and said, "Put on this, remember to collect some firewood, and you will stew the broth at night." As soon as I returned, I ruined a hunt that I had painstakingly prepared, and I can't let you fool it like this. ”

Full of wine and food, Feng Nian picked up his cigarette pot again, and the room was covered with smoke and a layer of gray after a while. The small bed by the window was set up for the young man to seal the dust, and the young hunter now lay on it, his feet and a calf hanging prominently outside. The old man looked up and down at his son, who had returned from a long journey, "You only reported safety in your letter, and as for the experience south of the snowy mountain, you didn't mention it to me in the first half of your sentence - are the two boys who went out with you okay?" ”

"Lu Xiu and Manyun are not bad, we are in the same hunting group, helping each other......" the young man replied, but his voice gradually weakened. He tried his best to search for some memories of the two of them in his mind, but found that those memories had been about a year ago, and he could only hear a few words from the mouths of the unknown predecessors about the recent situation of the small hunting group, and none of them were stories that could be told.

"What about Harder? Is he with you too? ”

The young hunter sat up, shook his head, and said, "Uncle Harder has his own team, and he doesn't have time to take care of us rookies. Hasn't he been back to the village in a while? ”

"You haven't been back since you left." Feng took a deep puff at the mouthpiece and spewed out a puff of smoke. Old Harder had joined the Guild Knights shortly before the hunting festival, and since then he has rarely sent letters back to the village, either because he was busy with commissions or because he was too heavy. Daddy snorted, lifted the cigarette pot and pointed at Feng Chen's chest: "Anyway, I remember that every time Harder came back, he wore a gadget on his chest. ”

"Hunter's badge?" Feng Chen turned sideways, facing Feng Nian, and said with an unchanged expression, "It's like a famous brand, it's not very useful, and it will get in the way on the chest, we usually only wear it on formal occasions...... How can you suddenly ask about these things? ”

"It's just curiosity," Daddy replied vaguely, and asked nonchalantly, "It's almost the beginning of the New Year's Festival, don't you really stay until that time before leaving?" ”

"Spare me...... On the way to the commission, I took a day out to rush back to the village, and I have already been rewarded by the client several times. The dragon whisperer hurriedly waved his hand, "Besides, 'the festival is just an excuse for people to eat and drink,' you said it yourself." ”

Hearing his youngest son use his own words against him, Feng Nian did not open his mouth to scold as usual, but was rarely silent for a few seconds. With a tone of discussion, he took a step back and said, "That...... It's not too much to stay an extra day, right? Is it easy to come back once, and even Chief McGonagall won't be seen? Feng Manyun's father and mother want to know that the child's recent situation is about to go crazy, and seeing you should also make them feel a lot more relieved. And your childhood playmate, Hay, who ......"

"Nope." Feng Chen's fists clenched behind him, and he interrupted in a deep voice. As soon as the young man spoke, he felt the stiffness in his tone, "I mean, the airship is still docked in the nearby village, and the entire hunting ship can't be postponed for me alone, and it is already the limit to be able to postpone Dao Ming morning." ”

"Is that so-" Feng Nian let out a long puff of smoke, looked at his somewhat strange son in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I said, you won't be causing any trouble outside, right?" ”

"Nope! Of course not! How did you come up with such a thing? The young man stiffened his neck and asked calmly, "In the hunter world, the only things that can be called troublesome are probably those monsters who see the hell." ”

"Is it a monster...... the old hunter's eyes rolled, he jumped out of bed, dropped the smoke pot in his hand, and beckoned to Feng Chen, "Not long ago, I just figured out a new trap. It's a rare opportunity, so this time it's a special teaching for my father, come with me. ”

"With the fat meat of the city, who is scarce of these things?" The old hunter wiped his blade on the snow, threw the leather coat on his shoulders to Feng Chen, and said, "Put on this, remember to collect some firewood, and you will stew the broth at night." As soon as I returned, I ruined a hunt that I had painstakingly prepared, and I can't let you fool it like this. ”

Full of wine and food, Feng Nian picked up his cigarette pot again, and the room was covered with smoke and a layer of gray after a while. The small bed by the window was set up for the young man to seal the dust, and the young hunter now lay on it, his feet and a calf hanging prominently outside. The old man looked up and down at his son, who had returned from a long journey, "You only reported safety in your letter, and as for the experience south of the snowy mountain, you didn't mention it to me in the first half of your sentence - are the two boys who went out with you okay?" ”

"Lu Xiu and Manyun are not bad, we are in the same hunting group, helping each other......" the young man replied, but his voice gradually weakened. He tried his best to search for some memories of the two of them in his mind, but found that those memories had been about a year ago, and he could only hear a few words from the mouths of the unknown predecessors about the recent situation of the small hunting group, and none of them were stories that could be told.

"What about Harder? Is he with you too? ”

The young hunter sat up, shook his head, and said, "Uncle Harder has his own team, and he doesn't have time to take care of us rookies. Hasn't he been back to the village in a while? ”

"You haven't been back since you left." Feng took a deep puff at the mouthpiece and spewed out a puff of smoke. Old Harder had joined the Guild Knights shortly before the hunting festival, and since then he has rarely sent letters back to the village, either because he was busy with commissions or because he was too heavy. Daddy snorted, lifted the cigarette pot and pointed at Feng Chen's chest: "Anyway, I remember that every time Harder came back, he wore a gadget on his chest. ”

"Hunter's badge?" Feng Chen turned sideways, facing Feng Nian, and said with an unchanged expression, "It's like a famous brand, it's not very useful, and it will get in the way on the chest, we usually only wear it on formal occasions...... How can you suddenly ask about these things? ”

"It's just curiosity," Daddy replied vaguely, and asked nonchalantly, "It's almost the beginning of the New Year's Festival, don't you really stay until that time before leaving?" ”

"Spare me...... On the way to the commission, I took a day out to rush back to the village, and I have already been rewarded by the client several times. The dragon whisperer hurriedly waved his hand, "Besides, 'the festival is just an excuse for people to eat and drink,' you said it yourself." ”

Hearing his youngest son use his own words against him, Feng Nian did not open his mouth to scold as usual, but was rarely silent for a few seconds. With a tone of discussion, he took a step back and said, "That...... It's not too much to stay an extra day, right? Is it easy to come back once, and even Chief McGonagall won't be seen? Feng Manyun's father and mother want to know that the child's recent situation is about to go crazy, and seeing you should also make them feel a lot more relieved. And your childhood playmate, Hay, who ......"

"Nope." Feng Chen's fists clenched behind him, and he interrupted in a deep voice. As soon as the young man spoke, he felt the stiffness in his tone, "I mean, the airship is still docked in the nearby village, and the entire hunting ship can't be postponed for me alone, and it is already the limit to be able to postpone Dao Ming morning." ”

"Is that so-" Feng Nian let out a long puff of smoke, looked at his somewhat strange son in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I said, you won't be causing any trouble outside, right?" ”

"Nope! Of course not! How did you come up with such a thing? The young man stiffened his neck and asked calmly, "In the hunter world, the only things that can be called troublesome are probably those monsters who see the hell." ”

"Is it a monster...... the old hunter's eyes rolled, he jumped out of bed, dropped the smoke pot in his hand, and beckoned to Feng Chen, "Not long ago, I just figured out a new trap. It's a rare opportunity, so this time it's a special teaching for my father, come with me. ”