Book 3: Chapter 64: Regrets and Civilization

Book 3: Chapter 64: Regrets and Civilization

Scarlet

It only takes me a week of hunting to realize three things. One being that I hate deserts, another that this desert is a much worse place to hunt in than the islands of the Bloody Duchy since the demons are a lot more spread out and weaker, and the last thing being that I probably should have stopped at a village for food and supplies before I left the Bloody Duchy.

Because the map doesnt have villages and cities marked. Just the major locations on the map. Making the more local maps something else Gramps decided I would have to find on my own.

And the guards refuse to take me back, stating that Gramps told them to not help me in any way except purchasing supplies when we do get to villages. Well, that and the whole them interfering in my hunt should I go after too strong prey thing.

Which Ive yet to figure out how to convince them otherwise.

I frown as I continue walking across the desert, wondering what Im doing with my life. The stupid demons here are far lower level on average than the islands, most of which being Class II and not giving me much of anything in terms of EXP while making me understand clearly why the islands I hunted on were called the best hunting grounds by the guards.

Time gradually passes, and after another hour or so I finally begin to pick up the sounds of activity from far to the East. So I begin running without a care until I reach the top of a dune and find a relatively decently sized city down below.

One with an oasis in it.

Deciding that Id rather not draw attention to myself, I deactivate my beast form while pulling on a brown cloak one of the few things Gramps and Leonidas did give me to prepare. Mostly just to hide my ears through the hood.

Since a blood lycans ears are a dead giveaway. Not that them identifying me wouldnt already be a dead giveaway actually, what does my identify even say anymore?

Its starting to transition more towards your demon side, Tar comments. The System, I mean.

And that means?

While the identify used to show you as a human with some issues in the identification, now itll show a completely messed up identification with parts of both the human and blood lycan words mixed in, Tar explains in a way that confuses me but still answers it nonetheless.

Huh.

Well, at least it doesnt say human. Since that would probably be a nice way to get everyone to kill me.

I blink at that.

Or would it?

Dont even think about trying to bait robbers out just to kill them, Tar states rather sternly. Remember that some of these robbers may very well be Class IV.

Right. No baiting the robbers to hunt.

A pity.

The city probably wouldve liked it if I cleared out some of their scum.

Yes, but I dont think theyd like an angry Demon King coming here after youre killed picking a fight with bandits, Tar comments drily. Nor do I think theyd like him destroying half of the continent around here in a fit of rage. Maybe even more. Possibly the entire planet if hes that pissed.

Okay, okay, I got it.

No baiting the bandits.

Not until Im a higher Class.

Tar sighs as I continue walking towards the end of the line, fortunately being ignored by most of the demons here in the process. Likely due to my smaller size than almost all of them.

Although the ones that do notice me keep an eye on me. Probably because they identified me and saw my level.

Well, time to do something Ive done who knows how many times before in Hunter XI, but in real life this time.

Paying a toll at a medieval world city gate.

This could be fun. Or maybe not.

Interesting if nothing else at least.