Chapter 50

"Failure, fail! If the full score is 100, your evaluation for this hunt is at most 50 points! Meow!"

While saying this very seriously, Wenlong instructed Catherine to strip the materials from the dead beaver.

"Eh, Mr. Cat, how can it be like this, not even 60 points?"

Hearing Wenlong's evaluation, Catherine immediately became very dejected.

"Of course not, how can this be considered passing?" Wenlong continued, "First, because you didn't consider the beaver's position, it almost escaped back into the river, which is one failure. Then, because you didn't notice the beaver biting through a large tree, it almost hit your head, which is another failure. It's completely unacceptable, meow!"

"Mr. Cat... snif... snif..."

Wenlong noticed that tears were already welling up in Catherine's eyes. Then he changed his tone and said,

"But for a beginner hunting a beaver for the first time, it's not bad. If you practice more, there's a possibility of improvement, meow."

"Really, really?" Catherine's mood immediately lifted.

"Of course, when have I ever lied? In short, you need to hunt, hunt, and keep hunting! Only then can you gain experience, level up, surpass your brother, and become the second-best hunter in the world, just behind me, meow!"

"Okay, Mr. Cat! I will definitely become the second-best hunter in the world, just behind Mr. Cat!" Catherine looked very motivated.

"Hmm, that's the spirit, meow!"

"Simple-minded women are so easy to please, they believe whatever you say... meow." Wenlong thought to himself.

However, although Wenlong rated Catherine's hunt as a failure, he knew that for a beginner who had only been in the hunting field for a few days, Catherine's performance was already quite good.

Although there were still some careless moments and lack of experience, she had reached a level where she wouldn't lose to a beaver in a direct confrontation. If she were to hunt a wild boar king with a more straightforward attack pattern, she probably wouldn't have any problems.

But Wenlong, who understood this, didn't want to praise Catherine too early. Instead, he deliberately lowered her evaluation because he knew that the worst thing for a beginner was to become overly proud and complacent too soon.

So Wenlong used a method of first criticizing and then praising. He first pointed out Catherine's shortcomings to make her recognize her flaws, and then encouraged her to prevent her from losing confidence.

Otherwise, if he had praised Catherine first, her somewhat carefree and simple personality might have led her to become overly pleased and ignore the subsequent criticism...

In just a short while, Catherine had finished stripping the materials from the beaver.

Various materials were sorted and stacked together, including the beaver's skull, teeth, claws, and spine... but the most eye-catching was the beaver's fur!

Unlike the rough and dull fur of the wild boar king, the beaver's fur was much brighter and smoother. Moreover, the fur was softer and had better insulation!

All of this was determined by the different living environments of the two species.

The wild boar king's fur is rough and dull mainly because it often rolls in the mud and rubs against tree bark to remove dirt and parasites.

In contrast, the beaver spends a significant amount of time in the water. To adapt to the aquatic environment, its fur is naturally smoother and tighter, reducing water resistance. Additionally, because the water temperature is lower, the beaver's fur has better insulation to maintain body heat and prevent excessive heat loss.

So from the beginning of the hunt, Wenlong had already planned the use of the beaver's fur.

"Um... Mr. Cat, what are you going to do with these beaver materials? Are you going to have Grandma Rui Si make us another set of equipment?"

"Making equipment is one option, and we can also sell it to merchants. But the beaver's reddish-brown fur has a use that we urgently need, meow!"

"What use?"

"Of course, it's for padding the bed in the cave! Meow!" Wenlong continued, "Look at how soft and smooth this fur is. Our cave is a bit cold, and having this fur as padding will make it much more comfortable! Otherwise, sleeping on a makeshift bed of stones and dirt is not only uncomfortable, but if you get rheumatism, it will be a big problem, meow!"

"You're right, Mr. Cat." Hearing Wenlong's explanation, Catherine couldn't help but touch the beaver's fur, which was indeed warm and soft. Especially when her fingers ran through the beaver's fur, the smooth feeling was almost irresistible.

"If Mr. Cat hadn't reminded me, I almost would have cut up such a good piece of fur... I never thought the beaver's fur would feel so comfortable..."

"Of course, my taste is absolutely reliable," Wenlong replied smugly, "But to use this fur for bedding, it needs some processing, meow!"

"Processing?"

"Yes, if it's not 'tanned,' it will easily rot over time, meow."

Saying this, Wenlong picked up the entire piece of beaver fur and walked to the river, then immersed the fur in the water and scrubbed the blood and grease from the inside.

"Oh, so Mr. Cat knows how to process fur." Catherine couldn't help but look at Wenlong with admiration.

"Hmph, there's nothing I can't do!" Wenlong said.

Although he said that, Wenlong knew that he actually didn't know how to process fur.

After all, in the game, animal furs don't need processing to be stored. Even if you leave a freshly stripped fur in the warehouse for a month, the system won't let it rot.

But this is reality, not a game, so Wenlong knew that the fur needed some processing to prevent it from rotting too quickly.

Fortunately, Wenlong had seen some information about this online before, so he started processing the beaver's fur, pretending to know what he was doing.

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