Osura's face froze, and with a constipated expression, she asked, "What, I just want to ask, what kind of hair is really not good without that?" ”

"No way!"

The workshop owner refused neatly.

"How many times have I told you that any piece of hunter armor has been designed and experimented with by countless craftsmen and scholars before it was finally finalized.

Whatever material you want, you need no more, no less, and no change, otherwise it will destroy the integrity of the design and cause some characteristics of the armor itself to not be effective.

If you want to make a complete Peachfur Beast set, just keep hunting for me honestly, there's nothing too lazy to steal. ”

"Haaa......"

Oshura covered her face and sighed, scolding in her mouth, "How many are these?" Damn, when is it going to be a head? ”

"Lack of materials for armor?" Gordon, who had not yet had time to leave, asked with some curiosity.

Instead of answering directly, Oshura glanced at him, "Do you have anything else to do in a moment?" ”

"Huh? Not at the moment. ”

"That's good! Come with me for a drink! ”

With that, Oshura, who had finally caught someone to complain to, casually said hello to the workshop owner as a farewell, and pulled Gordon back to the tavern area of the Hunter's Lodge.

"Bang!"

Two huge oak wine glasses the size of a man's head were slammed on the table by Ozura, and the loud sound attracted the attention of several hunters who were eating breakfast around them.

A tall female hunter who looked about the same age as Oshura looked at this side and laughed, "Coming to drink early in the morning?" Hahahaha, this is the first one, or didn't you get that 'brightly colored hair'?

I said you, why don't you consider changing your armor, pink is not suitable for you, you and the Peach Fur Beast King are born to rush haha! ”

A male hunter at the next table also picked up the soup bowl, raised it to Oshura as if he was toasting, and said with a grin: "Don't persecute those gorillas, if you continue like this, the peach fur beast king near Minagard will be almost finished by you!" ”

"Get out of the way!"

Oshura made a rude gesture to the hunters who teased her, sat down in a huff, and grabbed the oak glass full of ale and poured it down for the most part.

"Puff ......"

With a sip of wine, he wiped the ale foam from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and at this time, Osura's face could not find the cheerful and bold smile that he usually drank, but was full of egg pain and entanglement.

Gordon, who had no interest in getting drunk during the day, took a shallow sip, in fact, he had already heard a rough idea through the ridicule of others.

For the sake of their own lives, hunters have difficulty keeping their hands when hunting, and the corpses of hunted monsters are often in tatters, and it is up to luck to get rid of the materials.

In particular, some precious materials may have hunted multiple monsters of the same species, and they can't get their hands.

Therefore, it is very common for hunters to spend weeks or even months repeatedly going to the hunting ground to hunt for materials in order to make a certain weapon or a certain piece of armor.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to collect a complete set of armor materials if you successfully hunt a large monster...... That's the end of it.

Speaking of this, Gordon vaguely remembered that the Kanban girl Tiki seemed to have complained about Osura, saying that the latter knew about hunting the Peach Fur Beast King or something all day long.

It seems that this guy belongs to the category of special, very bad luck.

Throwing a piece of salted smoked cheese into his mouth, and then pouring the remaining ale from the glass into his mouth, Ozura began to pour bitter water.

"Seven-headed! I've already hunted seven Peach Fur Beast Kings! My storage bins are almost filled with all those fluffy pink furs, but I just can't get out of those damn 'brightly colored furs'! ”

Gordon: "......"

Then your hands are indeed a little dark.

Raising the empty wine glass, he shook it at the waiter behind the counter, and after motioning for the latter to refill the drink, Oshura continued to complain:

"Four months ago, I was planning to build the Peachfur suit, well, you know I'm a light crossbowman, the Peachfur suit has a special effect that enhances the usual bursts, which is quite important to me.

So I went hunting the Peach Fur Beast King, and after successfully hunting the first one, I gathered the materials for the carcass, waist armor, and shin armor, and I was so happy that I thought that if I hunted one more, the Peach Fur Beast suit would be firmly formed.

Then I hunted the second one, and the materials for the wrist armor were all ready, and even the materials for the helmet were about the same, but there was a ghost thing called 'Brightly Colored Fur'.

You know the Peach-Haired Beastmaster, right? The kind of pink gorilla that loves mushrooms, and they have a pinch of green hair on the top of their head, that's what they are.

The outrageous thing is that it is not naturally grown, but the peach fur beast king dyes and sets it with plant juice and makes it himself, just like those nobles in the city use beeswax to make hairstyles, can you believe it?

I rode for the green hairs, once, twice, three times...... In the past six months, I have hunted seven peach fur beast kings!

...... Ah, thanks. ”

Thanking the waitress who poured her wine with a smile, Ozura waved her hand in the direction of the other hunters in the tavern, "Do you know what the animals in the guild house 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 hobbies for the Peach-haired Beast King~!"

Love its cuckold? Or a big belly? Or a round ass that loves to fart? Puff hahaha! ”

"You're fucking looking for death!!"

Oshura flicked his teeth and claws, and with a flick of his hand, a piece of smoked cheese smashed into the head of the funny hunter, and the two of them immediately wrestled together.

Gordon: "......"

No wonder Tiji blew up last time she said "female orangutan", it turned out that there was a terrier......

Osura, who had succeeded in shoning the young male hunter under the table, shook off her big messy waves, and poured most of her wine in a sullen manner.

Gordon, who was brought in to act as a listener, glanced at her and thought that it would be better to enlighten this guy, saving him a while from drinking too much and going crazy.

As for how to enlighten a very unlucky person?

The best way to do that is to tell him that I'm actually more unlucky than you.

"Oshura Senior......"

"Call me sister!"

The oak-wielding Oshura was clearly a little drunk.

“...... Well, old lady......"

"Don't add 'old'!"

The corners of Gordon's mouth twitched, "Sister, do you know why my hunter rank is promoted faster than others?" ”

Oshura squinted at him, holding a wine glass in his hand as if he was carrying a hammer, "You're going to say you're talented or something, believe it or not, I'll beat you?" ”

"Because I'm unlucky enough."

"Huh?"

Oshura tilted her head, as if she didn't understand the logic.

"This matter starts with the assessment task of my promotion to official hunter, the goal of the assessment task is to hunt five large wild boars, just when I have just killed the last one, and I have not had time to peel it.

I bumped into the big boar king......"