A Vivid Lesson

Awwabergen Mountain behind Enqi Town was a primeval forest. Massive trees, lush wild grass, thorns, and shrubs could be seen everywhere within it, making the forest largely untouched by human presence.

Even seasoned hunters were unwilling to venture deep into the mountains.

It was said that people had lived in Awwabergen Mountain long ago. Even now, one could still see road signs obscured by wild roses, wooden bridges that could no longer be crossed, and several stone pillars atop a mountain peak.

Occasionally, abandoned houses overrun by weeds could even be found in the mountains. In the middle reaches downstream of Silver Snake Creek, someone had once seen a church that had long since collapsed.

In Sifa's "memories," he had never entered Awwabergen Mountain. The closest he had ever come to the range was his father's logging camp.

Now.

He was walking along a winding dirt path, with the hunters led by Leon ahead of him.

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The hunters were heading into the mountains to hunt.

Although Leon had accepted the Baron's commission, he had no intention of venturing deep into the mountains. It was too dangerous, and even if there were wolves in the depths, they usually would not leave the mountains.

Unless there was no prey left in the mountains for them to feed on, but that was impossible.

The hunters stopped and started as they went, while Sifa carefully observed everything along the way, unwilling to miss a single detail. He soon discovered that the hunters were extremely familiar with the animals and beasts in the mountains.

They could determine what animals or beasts had passed nearby from marks left on trees, droppings concealed beneath blades of grass, fur caught on thorns, and the like.

After walking through the forest for nearly three hours, even Leon was panting and drenched in sweat. Sifa, however, was only breathing a little heavily, and the backs of his hands were slightly damp.

"We'll rest here."

Leon found a spot with a broad view to rest, not forgetting to instruct two hunters to look around nearby and eliminate any potential dangers.

Holding a water flask, he handed it to Sifa and said in surprise, "Your stamina is far better than I imagined."

Sifa merely smiled without replying. After becoming a Hunter, his physique had surpassed that of an ordinary person, and the improvement was especially obvious.

After taking a sip of water, Sifa casually asked, "Mr. Leon, what qualities do you think an excellent hunter should possess?"

Leon glanced at him. "What, Mr. Sifa, do you want to become a hunter?"

Without waiting for Sifa to answer, Leon continued, "I don't know about excellent hunters, but I think a qualified hunter must be familiar with his prey."

"He should know what he is hunting, what habits his prey has, including what it likes, where it often appears, and so on."

"A good hunter should also have patience: analyze the prey, devise a plan, wait for it to take the bait, then deliver the fatal blow. None of that can be done without patience."

"Also, don't attack your prey recklessly. You need to understand that once you miss, the prey will flee, and it will be difficult to catch it again. So a hunter must make thorough preparations—bait, traps, and every method you can make use of."

"Make the most of your advantages, and only give it a shot when it has nowhere left to run. That completes the hunt."

No wonder he was the best hunter in town. He explained it in such detail. Hm? What was that smell? Sifa lightly sniffed. Just then, a forest breeze blew over, carrying a certain scent into his nostrils.

It smelled somewhat fishy and rank, an utterly unpleasant odor.

Rustle, rustle. A clump of grass not far away swayed gently, and then the bearded hunter emerged from it.

He looked both nervous and excited as he lowered his voice. "I found a den—a wolf den!"

Not far from where the hunters rested was a cave. An adult Grey Wolf lay sprawled on the rocks at its entrance. It occasionally licked its paws, looking bored, and whenever the mountain wind passed by it, it carried out a fishy, rank odor.

Hidden behind a patch of shrubs, Sifa nearly wanted to pinch his nose. As a Hunter, his senses were too sharp, making the smell in his nostrils far too intense and distinct.

Leon made a gesture and led Sifa away. Only after retreating into a patch of woods did he say, "It is indeed a wolf den. If there's only one guard outside, the den should have five or six wolves in it."

"Lure out and kill the guard first, then clear out the wolf den."

The bearded man immediately took a piece of fresh beef wrapped in oil paper from his backpack. It was still dripping blood.

The hunter used a dagger to cut several slashes into the beef. Then, after putting on leather gloves, he took out a small bottle wrapped in several layers of cloth, unscrewed its cap, poured out some dark purple liquid, and injected it into the beef.

Leon explained from the side, "That is a concoction we made by gathering poisonous plants from the mountains and mixing them together. It will paralyze your whole body and kill you quickly."

After adding the poison, the bearded man casually tore a vine from a nearby tree, wrapped it around the beef, and hurled it away with force.

The piece of beef landed in the distant grass.

Sifa looked at Leon in confusion.

The hunter gestured for everyone to spread out. He hid in the grass with Sifa before explaining, "Wolves may not be as suspicious as foxes, but they are never reckless."

"That fresh meat has been cut open, so the blood inside will seep out faster and draw the attention of the guard outside the cave. It will find the meat, but it will not eat it immediately."

"If it smells a human scent on the meat, it will be even less likely to take a bite. That is why we wrap it in a vine and throw it out. Next, all we need to do is patiently wait for the guard to fall."

Thus, for the next twenty minutes, Sifa had no choice but to hide in the grass and endure mosquito bites. Only when the dying Grey Wolf let out a low whimper from the distant grass could he finally leave his hiding place.

The guard was dead.

It had eaten the poisoned fresh beef. Next, the hunters split up. They gathered dry grass and branches, set them alight, then threw them into the cave.

Soon, thick smoke poured out of the cave. Accompanied by repeated wolf howls, Grey Wolves began to emerge from within.

The Grey Wolves, dazed by the smoke, were shot dead by the hunters as soon as they came out. Leon and the others killed five Grey Wolves without much effort.

Only after smoke no longer rose from the cave did the hunters enter it. The cave was not large, and wolf droppings lay scattered all around. Deep inside, there were also two wolf cubs that had been knocked unconscious by the smoke.

Leon walked over and finished them off with his dagger. He then said to Sifa, "One last thing: a hunter cannot be merciful toward his prey, especially intelligent beasts like wolves."

"If these two cubs are not killed, perhaps one day in the future, they will tear open my throat."

Sifa nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Leon. Today, you gave me a vivid lesson."

Next, the hunters began processing their spoils. They planned to take the wolf carcasses back with them. Sifa sat to one side, carefully recalling what Leon had said.

Perhaps these words of experience would point him in the right direction when it came to acting as a Hunter. Just then, a gust of wind blew past, and Sifa caught a fishy, rank odor on the wind.

The smell was a hundred times stronger than before!

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