roccoschili Chapter 362 Dulaf
Chapter 362 Dulaf
As Mu Feng descended the marble steps in front of the church, he glanced unconsciously in the direction of the wind god statue.
The bard was no longer there; he had probably earned enough from this trip to buy himself a glass of cider at the tavern.
For some reason, Mu Feng felt uneasy.
But he quickly put that feeling out of his mind, because there was only half an hour left until the time he had agreed to meet Amber.
In half an hour, he would start from the Anemo Archon Square in Mondstadt, cross the entire Whispering Forest, and reach Windrise.
It's so easy to say whether you want to or not.
Just open the minimap, move your finger, and click on the Seven Gods statue in Falling Star Valley... what a joke.
Let's not even talk about how likely the teleportation point at the foot of Windrise Mountain, which is covered in more dust than the ancient books covered in cobwebs in the Gunnhild family's warehouse, still has any chance of working properly.
Even if it works, does he expect to pray by the river for Bai Piaopiao, who earns 300,000 Mora a month, to help him open the anchor point?
Wait... why is it 300,000 Mora per month?
Mu Feng shook his head, casting the strange thought that had suddenly appeared in his mind far away into the wine lake at the entrance of Mondstadt.
Oh, right, before that, I need to go to the Deer Hunter to buy two servings of honey-glazed carrot and pork and Fisherman's Toast for lunch.
Fortunately, the deer hunters didn't look crowded in the morning.
Scattered people sat at tables waiting for their meat and bacon to be fried, some holding morning newspapers, looking quite content.
However, one table in particular attracted some attention.
Mu Feng turned his gaze to the direction of the next table.
Two young men were sitting at a table talking loudly, clearly making no attempt to hide their conversation.
At this moment, the two seemed to have gotten excited, and one of them slammed his hand on the table, making a loud banging sound from the plates.
Mu Feng frowned slightly, and the people around him turned their heads to look, but the two of them did not lower their voices at all.
Even from a distance, you can still vaguely make out a few words.
It was roughly Lawrence and some words that are inconvenient to repeat, and its attack power was roughly equivalent to the Afternoon Death Fire Slime.
This has become a long-standing tradition in Mondstadt. Aside from bothering the Knights, the most popular activity among the idle folks is to dredge up Lawrence's old grievances.
Mu Feng had heard about this before.
Perhaps because he didn't grow up in Mondstadt, he didn't have any innate aversion to the name Lawrence.
To say that everyone in the Lawrence family is a good person is like someone who has just drunk a barrel of cider without any snacks, but if you say that everyone in the Lawrence family is an utterly wicked villain, he might not think so either.
He doesn't really approve of this kind of behavior, but if it's just about empty talk, he doesn't have any grounds to step in and stop it.
Fortunately, just as Mu Feng was feeling uneasy, his honey-glazed carrot and pork stir-fry and fisherman's toast were finally ready.
"Towards the stars..." "Thank you..."
Before Miss Catherine of the Adventurers' Guild finished her routine lines to the adventurers who had rushed back to complete their quests, Mu Feng had already left the city gate with a lunchbox full of fried meat.
The wind, permeated with moisture from the Fruit Wine Lake, blows ceaselessly year after year, carrying the refreshing scent of dandelions, as if bringing a change of mood.
To be honest, he really liked the arched bridge at the entrance of Mondstadt, and he would refresh a bag of poultry meat every day at random times.
Mu Feng silently picked up a few pigeons that hadn't yet flown away, and began to plan his lunch.
Thanks to nature's bounty, may the sweet flowers... uh, he meant, may the wind god deceive you.
Whispering Forest is located on the main road to Windrise. Heading east, past Starfall Lake, is Starcliff.
The forest is not large, and there aren't many monsters, mostly Hilichurls and Slimes, who aren't very aggressive.
In addition, the Knights would also send people to clean up regularly.
While it might be dangerous for ordinary people, adventurers and hunters from Clearspring Town clearly don't take it seriously.
The air in the forest was damp, and the dense shade blocked out the sunlight, making visibility somewhat dim and obstructed.
This means that for experienced adventurers, keen hearing plays a crucial role in early warning of danger.
For example, when a wild boar charged out of the bushes behind him, Mu Feng's sword was drawn almost simultaneously.
The sharp blade sliced precisely across the wild boar's neck, and Mu Feng dodged to the side, the blood not even staining the hem of his clothes.
The wild boar staggered a couple of steps and then collapsed, swaying precariously.
Mu Feng sheathed his sword and then noticed that there were still several arrows stuck in the wild boar's back, indicating that it was already seriously injured.
He probably intercepted a hunter's target by accident.
Just as he was thinking this, there was a rustling sound from the bushes behind him. Mu Feng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and then suddenly relaxed his grip.
A middle-aged man, carrying a bow and arrow and panting heavily, was struggling to squeeze through the bushes, his clothes covered in leaves.
Judging from his half-empty quiver and several scratches, he was clearly a hunter who had been relentlessly pursuing the wild boar.
However, what is more eye-catching are the animal ears on his head and the tail trailing behind him, which give him some cat-like features.
"Uncle Dulaf, your archery skills have deteriorated a bit."
Mu Feng chuckled and teased, and the middle-aged man was taken aback at first, then immediately became defiant, puffing out his beard and glaring.
"Hey, it's you, kid. What are you saying?"
"What do you mean my archery skills have deteriorated? That was a wild boar! If you're so capable, go hunt one yourself and let me see."
Durav slapped Mu Feng on the shoulder indignantly, and then saw the wild boar lying at Mu Feng's feet.
There was only one wound on the neck, and the technique was clean and efficient.
The wild boar left with peace of mind, while the hunter felt very uneasy.
Dulav gasped, remained silent for a moment, paused, and then immediately put on a fawning expression.
"But then again, you little... cough cough, I mean, little Mufeng, look at this wild boar..."
The hunter's rule is that a single, fatal arrow determines the ownership of the prey; if the prey is stolen, one can only blame their own lack of skill.
Dulaf rubbed his hands together. If he returned empty-handed, his whole morning would have been wasted.
Mu Feng's lips twitched slightly. To be honest, he was still more used to the way things were just now. He needed to get back to normal.
"I'm not interested in wild boar, but speaking of which, this place isn't close to Clear Spring Town. Why is Uncle Durave hunting here?"
Upon hearing this, Dulaf immediately puffed out his chest, his face flushed, as if he had just drunk two large barrels of dandelion wine.
"That's because—I have a daughter!"
He began to talk incessantly, like a victorious feline surveying its territory, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Starting with the girl's name, he explained everything in great detail.
It seems they want everyone in Mondstadt to know.
So when Mu Feng finally managed to get rid of his overly excited father, he was unfortunately late.
On the other hand, he was also forced to remember the name of a little sister, Diona Katzlein.
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