The curator's name was actually very long. Plapa had once heard the curator mention it, but for some reason, compared to that true name representing its father's achievements, it preferred to call itself Ye.
After assigning it its work for the day, the curator left.
The Prey Hall rarely received visitors. Even if the curator left for long periods, it would not affect anything. There had never been any business to begin with.
With no customers around, Plapa found it strange how the curator made a living. However, he had not been in Lasudelan for long. Perhaps the curator had other means of supporting itself?
Following the curator's instructions, Plapa crossed the vast main hall and arrived at the display room.
The display room contained specimens of all kinds of prey, but these specimens were basically hollow shells. They looked lifelike, yet apart from fur and skeletons, there was nothing inside them.
Plapa passed through the specimens and reached the rear of the display room, where there stood a tall wall.
The upper half of the wall held a painting. The lower half had a door set into it.
Beyond that door was where Plapa worked every day.
After entering, Plapa began cleaning the prey the curator had hunted that day: two Flame Leopards. As usual, he removed the Flame Leopards' flesh and organs, then moistened them in Floating Imp Water for a while to preserve them for a long time.
After that, Plapa began cleaning the fur and assembling the skeletons.
While cleaning the fur, Plapa carefully inspected it from top to bottom. The beautiful flame patterns were flawless—not a single wound could be found.
Flame Leopards were not particularly formidable Demonic Beasts; Plapa himself could hunt them. But preserving their pelts intact during a hunt was exceedingly difficult.