Blue Stone had quite a few Master-level hunters under him, and even more Proficient Level hunters, so he sat back comfortably and chatted with me about the common knowledge of this world. For example, a Master-level hunters' guild would usually have a dozen or twenty hunters, a Hero-level hunters' guild would have over a hundred, and a Legendary-level hunters' guild would have more than a thousand. He spoke so animatedly, spittle flying, as if afraid I knew too little.
I listened and asked questions earnestly. After all, my aunt had vanished, leaving me completely blind to the situation and in the state of someone who had just arrived in a strange land. Blue Stone had reached the Hero level, so asking him was almost the same as asking my aunt.
Meanwhile, the hunters under Blue Stone and the various champions were speeding up their processing and skinning, all so they could claim a larger share of the half of the spoils allotted to them. They feared that more and more hunters would arrive and leave them with smaller shares. Their work was astonishingly swift. I saw the Gale Beasts beneath their feet and the customized weapons in their hands. Even the skinning knives used to strip the Heaven-Defying Armored Dragon were exquisitely crafted. Naturally, I asked Blue Stone about the tricks behind them.
"Heh heh, it's normal that you don't know, brother. I've seen the golden sword you brought down. Its ornate forging is quite beautiful, but it's completely useless here. Our Savage World is overrun with evil beasts, and Heaven is unkind. To survive here, we can only use the local gold and iron to forge ice blades for dealing with the beasts. But even so, these evil beasts still possess tremendous vitality. That's because the azure jade beneath