The remote ecological zone Menchi had chosen was called Meilin, a nature reserve that required a "permit" to enter.
For places like this, where outsiders were prohibited from coming and going, obtaining entry permission was no easy matter.
It either required spending a great deal of money or investing a great deal of time and effort.
But a Hunter License was itself the most useful pass, sparing Moyu and Menchi all that trouble.
On the way to the Meilin Ecological Zone, Menchi crammed at the last minute, browsing and memorizing information and regulations concerning the reserve.
Man-made protected natural areas like this usually had an explicitly prohibited list detailing which plants and animals could not be picked or hunted.
And because of those protections and regulations, there were always poachers willing to risk sneaking into the Meilin Ecological Zone to hunt highly valuable animals.
According to Menchi, phenomena tied to profit like this could never be completely eliminated.
Therefore, every Gourmet Hunter searching the wilderness for new ingredients would sooner or later encounter poachers and exchange fire with them.
Moyu quietly listened as Menchi explained this common knowledge about Gourmet Hunters.
To him, it did not really matter either way. He was just there to freeload on the food.
Five days later, the airship landed in a country called Teby.
Holding their Hunter Licenses, Moyu and Menchi entered without visas. Rather than heading straight for the Meilin Ecological Zone, they first wandered around a local town called Rubiru.
Besides preparing the necessary supplies for wilderness survival, they naturally had to sample the local specialties.
Moyu simply went with the flow, leaving every decision to Menchi.
Whatever Menchi decided to do, he would support it with both hands raised.
"Master, here, here..."
"Master, there's something wrong with the spices at that