"I liked hearing that." I chuckled, too lazy to argue with him. Excessive modesty was unnecessary in this savage world. Here, even an ordinary master hunter could boast to the heavens—what did that make me? If I were truly modest, people would only call me hypocritical.
"I like hearing it too." Blue Stone happily followed behind me, talking all the while about the virtues of this Azure-ink Qilin battle gear. I had not expected him to have coveted it since childhood. That was why he had trained in spear and lance techniques—to have the chance to slay a legendary ferocious beast someday and take this Azure-ink Qilin battle gear for himself.
Unfortunately, before he had managed to kill a legendary ferocious beast, he had already become the designated heir. How could he not be excited? In this savage world, everyone cherished their lives. After all, fighting ferocious beasts meant clashing blades, spears, swords, and halberds head-on. Heroism was impractical here. Once you died, you had nothing left. Face and reputation were utterly worthless.
In the basement, that suit of Azure-ink Qilin battle gear still stood where it had been placed, imposing and majestic. Even people unrelated to hunters would probably look solemn upon seeing it. After all, it was genuine combat battle gear.
The ceremony itself was nothing special. Purple Schemer was eager to go watch Jing Ning unload the goods. According to their agreement, all those materials should now belong to the Hunters' Bureau. Though he had sent people to mediate, he felt he could handle things more efficiently himself. So, after hurriedly handing the battle gear over to me, he rushed off to supervise.
I put on the Azure-ink Qilin battle gear and pressed its integrated-retraction mechanism. A rapid series of crackling sounds rang out, and the thing