Adventurer of Many Professions-Chapter 100: Hunter!

After a long pause, Sotoler spoke slowly, his tone serious. "Raymond, after fighting two vine demon trees and almost getting into trouble, you must know how dangerous they are, right?"

Raymond nodded, now sensing the gravity of the conversation.

Sotoler took a deep breath, as if bracing himself. "You see, even though the ’blood vine grass’ grows in the central area where the vine demon trees are, very few teams are willing to take on those monsters. The risk is too high. If you’re not careful, you could be impaled by one of the trees that suddenly shoots up from the ground!"

"So many adventurer teams hunt for Bloodvine Grass near the Vine Demon Trees’ habitat," Sotoler explained, "but if they get discovered by the trees, they usually choose to leave and either wait for things to calm down or move to another spot. They prefer to play it safe."

Sylph, looking a bit puzzled, raised her head. "Doesn’t that mean it’ll take forever to finish the task?"

Sotoler paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, it does waste a lot of time, but it’s better than risking your life fighting those dangerous vine demon trees."

Raymond, feeling a bit uncomfortable, took a sip of his fruit wine. He recalled that Sylph and the others had indeed been planning to retreat when they first encountered the vine demon trees. They were prepared to wait for the trees to settle down before sneaking back in. But when they saw how much Bloodvine Grass there was, they’d changed their minds and decided to press on.

Raymond had expected other teams would follow the same strategy, but things didn’t go as planned...

"Huh?" Sotoler suddenly noticed the damage on Raymond’s leather armor. "That wound... it doesn’t look like it was caused by the vine demon trees."

He had only just paid attention to it, but now that he was looking closely, he realized the cuts on Raymond’s armor seemed to be from sharp claws. The vine demon trees did have thorns, but they wouldn’t cause such deep, multiple gashes. It didn’t make sense.

Raymond nodded, understanding what Sotoler was implying. "Yeah, these wounds weren’t from the vine demon trees. We ran into a crazy baboon while gathering the Bloodvine Grass."

Sotoler and the others were shocked. After a moment of silence, Sotoler couldn’t help but say, "If you had an archer, things would have been much easier when dealing with those crazy baboons. But I didn’t expect one of them to have learned ’Rage.’ You really encountered something rare, huh? Your luck’s something else..."

Raymond sighed, shaking his head. He only mentioned the baboon’s ’Rage’ skill, leaving out the part about ’Blood Rage.’ He couldn’t afford for others to know about that, it was far too risky. If people found out that the baboon had mastered ’Blood Rage,’ they might try to capture it, study it, or even use it for their own gain. Especially the people in the Alchemist Association; they had a knack for experimenting with dangerous creatures to advance their research.

The ’Blood Rage’ skill was essential if Raymond wanted to awaken as a Berserker, but he couldn’t afford to share this secret. For now, he needed to keep it to himself. The chances of finding another creature with ’Blood Rage’ were slim, and this crazy baboon was probably the only opportunity he’d get.

Raymond decided it was best to keep the rest of the story to himself, at least for now.

Raymond wasn’t too concerned about the report review. A polygraph might detect lies, but it couldn’t catch things left unsaid. The audit only required a general outline, not a detailed step-by-step account of the entire mission.

’Luckily, when I fought that baboon, Sylph and Lorene were hiding behind a tree and didn’t see its odd behavior. They came out later, but by then, they were focused on me. The baboon got up and left quickly, so they probably didn’t notice anything unusual.’

With that thought, Raymond felt more at ease. The only problem now was not knowing where the baboon had gone.

"If I awakened the hunter profession, it would be much easier to track that crazy baboon," Raymond mused to himself.

But then, he remembered the second requirement of the hunter class: tracking prey for ten minutes without being discovered. That was a real challenge.

As he sat there, deep in thought, a drunk adventurer suddenly stood up in the tavern, shouting loudly, "Ah, I came here to brag, but it’s time to head back!"

A few adventurers tried to help him, but he waved them off. With unsteady steps, he stumbled out of the tavern, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Raymond’s eyes lit up as he watched the drunk adventurer stumble away. A thought flashed through his mind: ’Does the prey have to be animals, beasts, or monsters? Can’t it be humans?’

If he imagined the man as the prey, couldn’t that work for the tracking skill?

No, it wasn’t about imagining; the man was the prey he was after!

With that idea forming in his mind, Raymond quickly turned to Sotoler and the others. "I’m going out for a bit," he said casually.

The tavern in Moonlight Village didn’t have indoor toilets, so the group didn’t think much of it when Raymond stood up and left. They assumed he was just heading to the outdoor facilities.

Raymond stepped out of the tavern, his mind focused. He followed the drunken adventurer down the street, keeping a safe distance of about ten meters.

The man staggered forward and then veered off to the side, vomiting violently for a few minutes before shakily continuing toward his hotel.

Just then, a commotion erupted ahead. A couple of adventurers had gotten into an argument in the tavern, and it quickly escalated into a fight. Other adventurers poured out of the tavern to watch, drawn by the noise.

The drunk man, curious, wandered over to see what was happening.

Raymond, keeping his distance, watched the scene unfold without intervening.

The duel ended quickly, and the group gathered around the victor, heading back into the tavern. The loser, on the other hand, was ignored, except for his teammates who helped him away.

Satisfied the show was over, the drunk man resumed his unsteady walk toward his hotel.

Raymond, still following, knew this was the perfect chance to practice his tracking skills.

Raymond casually pretended to finish watching the commotion and started heading back to his hotel, deliberately trailing behind the drunken adventurer.

When the drunk man finally staggered to a hotel, Raymond suddenly saw a blue notification screen appear in front of him:

"Complete the requirements for [Hunter] Awakening: Set and use traps to kill a monster; track prey for at least ten minutes without being discovered; use a bow and arrow to shoot an object no larger than ten centimeters in diameter from ten meters away."

[Awakening Profession: Hunter.]

Raymond couldn’t help but smile when he saw the notification. He turned around and made his way back, feeling a new sense of accomplishment.

As a Hunter, Raymond now had proficiency with various weapons, including bows, daggers, and short swords. They excelled at observing their surroundings, noticing the smallest details that others might miss, and had an exceptional sense of smell. Hunters were known for their tracking skills, their ability to set traps, and their keen observation.

On his way back, Raymond couldn’t help but notice the small details around him that he hadn’t paid attention to before. He saw that hunters not only carried bows and arrows but also daggers at their waists, something that archers didn’t necessarily carry. And when someone approached them with a suspicious intent, they would instantly sense something was off, just like how they had detected Raymond earlier.

As he walked, Raymond’s panel flashed with new skills that he could learn:

"Learnable Skills Detected:

- Disguise [Hunter] [Thief], Cost: 1 Skill Point

- Eagle Eye [Archer] [Hunter], Cost: 1 Skill Point

- Biological Perception [Hunter] [Thief] [Upgradable], Cost: 1 Skill Point

- Fatal Blow [Assassin] [Thief] [Hunter], Cost: 1 Skill Point"

Looking at the new skills, Raymond wasn’t sure whether to feel pleased or disappointed. While hunters were skilled in both archery and melee combat, they were not as specialized as archers, assassins, or thieves. Hunters could be versatile, but that often meant they weren’t outstanding in any one area. They were proficient, but not elite.

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Their arrows weren’t as accurate as those of archers, and while hunters were skilled at tracking, assassins were far better at hunting. They also lacked key abilities like night vision, which was essential for certain situations.

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"Maybe the only thing that stands out for me is the ability to track prey and set traps," Raymond thought. "And tracking prey is exactly what I need."

With that in mind, he returned to the tavern. But when he got back, he found that, except for Sotoler, the rest of the group was passed out drunk on the table. They exchanged a knowing smile, both of them understanding the struggles of being the sober ones.

Rather than continuing with the night’s revelry, Raymond and Sotoler decided to carry their teammates back to their rooms to rest.