An Ning's arrow shot crooked again, the coachman only shook his head on the side, she frowned in annoyance, looked at the messy arrows on the grass handle, and secretly glanced at the coachman, thinking, "Everyone says that the master is the first archer on the grassland, and the apprentices he teaches are all archery masters, but I have been practicing for more than three months, and the more I practice, the more I shoot, the more biased I become." She pulled down the bow and arrow in her hand, pouted, and said, "Master, didn't you teach me the secret of archery?" ”

"Master doesn't accept apprentices easily, but as long as I accept one, I will teach them wholeheartedly, and for you, I hope you can become an archery master, miss. The coachman said, pulled up An Ning's arm holding the bow and arrow, put an arrow on the bow and arrow, and pointed the bow and arrow and archery posture in the direction of the grass target, "Raising the arrow, aiming, and firing, these three actions seem simple, but they are an important part of the whole shooting process. ”

The arrow flew out, hitting the line of the center point, and An Ning jumped up in ecstasy, "Master, I'm almost right, it's almost there." ”

"Don't be too happy. "If the center is the enemy, he is still alive, but you are the one who is dead." ”

An Ning looked at the coachman's shaky beard, lowered his head in disappointment, a breeze blew, and a few birds flew up from the trees, the coachman looked at the weather that was about to change and said, "I'll practice here today, the wind is blowing, and the wind will affect the training." ”

An Ning nodded, put away the bow and arrows, hung them on a bamboo pole, and then pulled out the arrows on the straw handle, put them into the bamboo tube one by one and said, "Master, how long do I have to practice, I don't have confidence anymore, if I continue like this, when will I save my sister?"

"Master told you a long time ago, don't expect to save people from the hands of the Red Fangs. The coachman said, "Teaching you a skill is to protect yourself well, not to lose your life." ”

"I must go and save my sister. An Ning's attitude hardened, "Except for my sister, no one in Rob City loves me so much. ”

The coachman shook his head helplessly, "Master won't let you go on an adventure alone." After saying that, he turned around and left, "Be diligent and clean up the archery training ground." ”

An Ning pouted and put the last arrow into the bamboo tube, and also left the training ground. She went to her room first, ate the milk and breakfast that the maid had prepared, and then walked down the steep spiral staircase that surrounded the library tower, and at the library window she saw the curator lying on the table and snoring softly, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and resting his head on a large open book in front of him. An Ning Meow meow book title, "Alchemist---- Give Everyone a Dream", she knew that this book recorded a mythical elf, the old grandmother in the castle gave her this story since she was a child, she said that in the cave of a distant country, there lived a group of black elves, their leader is called the magic mountain, he is tall, looks very ugly, and rules all the elves and things in the world. Grandma talks differently every time, what magic mountain will be controlled by spells, monsters will eat elves, monsters will be subjugated by monster gods, and tree demons will entangle everything, in short, the ending will be very different, An Ning has long wanted to read this book as soon as possible, "No wonder you will see falling asleep." An Ning called him softly after thinking about it, "Curator...... Curator....... ”

The curator woke up, blinking his sleepy eyes, and An Ning greeted the door, the curator's symbolic expression on his face. "Miss came to the library, I don't know what?"

An Ning glanced at the books on the shelves, "Is there a map?"

"I wonder what kind of map the young lady wants?" asked the curator, puzzled.

"A map from the realm of Rob City to the royal court. An Ning scratched her head.

The curator hesitated for a while, looked at the books on the shelves and said, "There are hundreds of books here, why don't you look for them yourself?"

"Yes. An Ning nodded in satisfaction.

"If you have a book you like, you can take it away and read it, just remember to give it back. The curator yawned.

"I like this book in your hand, can you lend it to me?" An Ning tilted her head, deliberately pretending to be very cute.

When An Ning said that he liked the book in his hand, the curator consciously wanted to hide the book behind him, and saw An Ning staring at it, and when he finished speaking, he handed the book and reluctantly to An Ning, "This is a very rare book, only this one, return it to me after reading it." ”

"Got it. An Ning smiled with white teeth and snatched the book from the curator's hand, "I'll look for the map I want." ”

"Okay, you look for it slowly. The curator yawned again and reluctantly left.