hotmtlnovel Chapter 74 She Actually Disobeyed Me -,-
Chapter 74 She Actually Disobeyed Me -,-
Holding up the grapefruit-sized Brain to the light and turning it around a few times, Aoni was quite amazed by how developed it was when compared to native animals on Terra.@@@@
Well, that and the Brain was the same golden color as the blood, which was both strange and made sense to the lad. Figuring he couldn't stand there all day playing with the organ, Aoni looked left and right before tucking his foot under the only remaining empty basin, flipping it over, and resting the Brain on top of it.
Since the hard part was done, his attention was instead directed back at the folded-up pelt.
"For the sake of saving resources, so long as I fold the shit out of the pelt, it should fit in the drawers I made earlier," walking over to the not-so-freshly skinned hide, Aoni picked it up and was completely caught off guard by what he felt.
"How..." Quickly unfolding it and throwing the pelt over one of the racks he made for stretching, the lad ran his fingers up and down the rough-skinned hide and was amazed to find it was over halfway dried already after only being out in the open for a few short hours.
"This is crazy...no, wait, am I just stupid or something," smacking his forehead loud enough that it echoed off in the distance, Aoni remembered that upon their death, while the meat of high-density energia creatures would stay fresh for some time, the first thing to dry out would be the skin.
Well, that is to say, so long as it was removed from the carcass, if not, it would stay in good condition while remaining in contact with the meat.
Because of this, creating leather or other materials out of the beast, monster, or creature skin that originally belonged to something with a Rank of One to three stars took half as long as something without an EC.
However, at the same time, if its grade was 4-6 Stars, the processing time would be doubled, and 7-9 Stars would take five to six times as long to process for crafting.
Since he couldn't use it all at once anyway, Aoni chugged down what remained of the water in one of his two water bottles and carefully poured the soupy liquid in.
"Uh...I need to remember this is the brain bottle; just thinking about chugging down brain fluid gives me the ick," Staring hard at the bottle after placing the cap on, Aoni gave it a few shakes before swiping some ash from the campfire and marking the outer surface with a smudge.
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For the rest of the afternoon, Aoni fell into a routine of removing a dried hide from the drawer and either setting it aside or shredding it.
The ones set aside were large enough to make things like boxers or socks, something he would desperately need but would require much more processing for them to be soft enough to be crafted into underwear.
By the time darkness bathed the mountain, he had already removed the Chimera pelt from its drying drawer, strung it up on his largest stretching rack, and coated it with golden brain juice; now all it needed was hours to cure, and it would be ready for crafting.
Inside one of the formerly overturned basins were dozens of thin, rawhide straps, along with what almost looked like hair but was actually dried-out threads.
Standing up and stretching with a loud yet tired Groan, Aoni observed the fruits of his labor and, after dousing the campfire, retreated to the cave, where he found Glacia still happily snoring away on the sled.
Reaching down and picking her up, Aoni yawned while cradling the ball of fluff and heading to bed for the night.
Tomorrow was another day, with another summon charge and plenty of work to do.