Volume 3 Chapter 4-2 The Otherworld’s Gun Part I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Everyone, get into position.
It looks like the Ms. Ants plan to finish this with stones.
I gotta admire their skills.
Ms. Claire is watching me out of the corner of her eye… She’s a smart girl, not taking her eyes off me for a second.
We’ll use hand signals to make sure we don’t target the same quail.
Alright, let’s go.
Suddenly, a loud BANG echoes out, just a moment before my signal.
What the hell was that?
The quail, startled by the sound, all take off at once.
Ms. Ants throw stones at the rising quail, but they miss the vital spots and don’t go down instantly.
Ms. Claire’s arrow hits a flying quail beautifully, but unfortunately, it sticks in the body, not the head.
Ms. Aqua jumps on a wobbling quail and twists its neck to finish it off.
I shoot the head of a quail that Ms. Ant missed, dropping it.
Ms. Claire is looking at me with an admiring gaze. It feels good to be praised by a girl.
Well, it’s no big deal if it’s just quail.
I’ll leave the prey processing to the Antfolk sisters and summon Ms. Lime, the High Slime, to take care of the fresh guts.
They’re all pros at field dressing, but it seems like I need to teach them how to handle the feather vanes again.
What’s really bugging me is that gunshot-like sound.
I’ll do a Radar Scan to check out where the explosion sound came from.
It looks like a noble is hunting about a kilometer away.
There are 8 people around 2 horse-drawn carriages.
With my quail-hunting eyes, I can see a few of them holding what looks like long stick guns.
Guns in a world of swords and magic, huh.
They made a huge noise and scared off all the quail, but it seems they didn’t get any prey.
Are they bad shots, or is the gun no good?
It’s a hassle to get involved, so let’s wrap this up quick.
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When we joined Ms. Nina, the stalkers gave us hungry looks like they wanted to pounce on our prey.
They seemed eager enough to use brute strength, but when Ms. Ant flashed a glimpse of the huge battle axe strapped to her back beneath her cloak, they quieted down.
Just showing a big weapon has a serious effect.
A carriage was parked by the village gate.
It looked like a different group of nobles than the ones we were hunting earlier.
A guy who seemed like one of the noble’s attendants kept bugging me to buy my quail.
I thought about dropping the Baroness’s name to get a better deal, but after listening to him, I found out his master wanted to send a roasted quail as a proposal gift to the woman he was sweet on.
With that in mind, I decided to sell him 2 good ones.
It’s not like I was tempted by the 20 gold coins or anything.
Ms. Claire, who shot one in the body, looked really upset.
Her catch doesn’t seem like it’ll sell for much, so it’s probably for her own dinner.
She can’t blame her big boobs; she just needs to practice to hit the head no matter what.
I think Ms. Claire is shooting from way too far away.
No matter how strong her bow is, it doesn’t matter if she can’t hit her target.
Since it was still before noon, I gave Ms. Ann the leftover quail and told Ms. Joa and Ms. Nina to head back with her.
The plan is to win Mr. Zenom over with some quail dishes.
An autumn quail sells for ten gold coins; it’s gotta taste amazing, I can’t wait to eat it.
We’re going for revenge.
Ms. Claire especially won’t be able to sleep at all if this is how it ends.
I used to be like that too.
In the end, I kept hanging out with Ms. Claire until she was satisfied, and we ended up catching 5 more.
If we can’t eat them all, sending some roasted ones as gifts to Ms. Floria or Ms. Hóa in the royal capital would be nice; it seems to be a pretty good gift among nobles.
Especially when a man sends them to a woman, it shows off his hunting skills and boosts his masculinity.
The courtyard of Mr. Zenom’s blacksmith shop was thick with a delicious aroma.
Already, Mr. Zenom had downed half a barrel of sake, using skewers as his excuse.
Was it that dwarves love their drink, or was Mr. Zenom just a lightweight?
We asked him to keep grilling more for us, nice and quick.
These skewers were only salted, but the smell of the fat was amazing.
One bite and I was sold──this was the kind of treat that could make a noble go mad with hunger.
I can’t remember ever having such a feast back in Japan.
The meat was so juicy and tender, it felt great on the teeth and tongue, but that dripping fat──damn, it was the best.
The fat was sweet, yeah, and it didn’t feel greasy at all; it just melted in my mouth, leaving behind a wonderful aroma that slipped up my nose.
If I had to complain, it’s that there’s no soy sauce.
The smell of soy sauce would go great with this.
I’d love to pour it over and mix it with rice, nice and hot.
In the capital, they sell this stuff they say is like soy sauce, thanks to the Hero, but it’s super expensive and not really soy sauce at all.
If I’m gonna use something, I’d rather use the old Garm sauce from this world.
Fish sauce has a strong smell that can make you wanna puke if you’re not used to it, but it’s got a unique taste.
Everyone’s eating in silence.
I looked over and saw that the 5 extra quail we caught were nothing but bones now.
I was planning to hang the leftover quail in the courtyard and let them age for a few days, but I guess that’s not happening now.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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