Alfred glanced disdainfully at the eldest son of Baron Latimer, who was less physically fit, and as if showing strong masculine charm in front of several young women, "Squeak! Holding the middle of the longbow with his left hand, he put the shaft of the arrow on the back of his left hand with his right hand and slowly pulled the bowstring, "John, this is how I fish." ”

John, the eldest son of the little-known baron, was immediately attracted by Sir Sir's second son, and stood in a row on the shore with the others to watch Alfred fish with a bow and arrow, his eyes widened, "Elph, I have seen fishers with fishing nets, and I have heard of spears stabbing fish in the wild. Why... Are you going to shoot fish with a longbow? ”

Looking at the wild fish that were constantly surging in the dam, Alfred, who was aiming his bow and arrow at the surface of the water, replied unhurriedly: "Piercing a fish with a spear is something that only a non-arching sergeant would do." ”

"Oh, I guess archery isn't a knight's skill to learn."

As soon as John finished speaking, he heard Euphemia beside him say, "John, you don't have to pay attention to this arrogant fellow, both spears and longbows can be used for fishing." Elph wants to use his bowing skills to tell you and Miss Clara, a knightly squire who has learned the art of bowing. ”

Alfred Walton, who is only 13 years old this year, described him in the language of later generations, he is indeed quite draggy, proud and flamboyant, and arrogant. After all, he had a father who was directly subordinate to King Henry VIII and held local power as a magistrate. There is also a sister who has the stewardship of the entire royal domain, namely Richmondshire and Nottingham Castle. It can be said that no one in Richmondshire dared to provoke him, except for his somewhat religiously paranoid eldest brother Ernest and the eldest sister Isabel of the Privy Counsellor of the Duke's Palace.

"Alfer, look, is that fish the salmon you're looking for?" John, who had been observing the surface of the stream, suddenly pointed to a fish with a narrow body and scales glowing in the strong sunlight.

Alver, who had drawn his bowstring in search of his target, glanced at the lively fish John was referring to, "No, John, it's a trout, it's not half the length of a salmon." ”

Clara, who was holding the corner of her skirt, also took half a step forward curiously, and then her personal maid grabbed her arm, "Miss, you have to be careful, the grass on the shore is very slippery. ”

"Oh, thank you." Clara craned her neck forward as she pulled the maid and looked at the dozens of fish below the surface, "Elver, there are so many fish here, how can you tell if it's a salmon, a trout, or something else?" ”

"Miss, look, there's an eel here, do you want to catch it?" Euphemia gestured to an eel that swam to the grass on the shore at their feet.

Clara tried to lean forward again, "Sister Effie, where are the eels you are talking about?" ”

Meanwhile, the unhurried Alfred struggled to find the first target of the day that he could use to satisfy or taste. At this moment, a very large salmon that appeared to be 5 feet (about 1.5 meters) long swam into the range of the dam from the stream on the right.

"God, this salmon is going to be so big!" Alfrey smirked twice, "Guys, look here, now I'm going to do it!" ”

As Alfred's calm voice focused their attention on the surface of the water he was aiming at with his arrow, Clara exclaimed, "Sister Effie, that... Big fish is salmon?? ”

Euphemia looked at the salmon swimming back and forth under the water, smiled and nodded, "Yes, miss, have you never seen a live salmon in the wild?" ”

"Yes, Sister Effie. The fish eaten on each fasting day is prepared and served by the kitchen maid. I'll tell you, when I was a kid, I thought fish were born on a plate. ”

"Miss, in fact, everyone was like this when they were young. Look, Elph is going to shoot an arrow. ”

Just listen to "Whoosh! With a thud, Alfred fired the heavy arrow from the full bowstring at the salmon that was swimming towards him. Who knows, the arrow dragging the rope actually slowed down some of its flight speed the moment it burrowed into the water. Perhaps the current slowed down the arrow, or perhaps Alfred was not strong enough to stab the salmon in the body without fatally injuring the huge salmon.

"Elver, the fish ran away. Quick, shoot it with an arrow! John, who jumped up in a hurry, chased the salmon on the shore and ran in the direction of the homemade dam on the left.

"Calm down, John." Alfred grabbed the other end of the rope and the rest of the arrows in the meadow, and soon followed the escaped salmon in the direction of the dam.

As the group followed the injured salmon to the dam, the injured salmon writhed back and forth or rubbed against the bodies of other fish, trying to get the arrow stuck in its side. Alfred bit the remaining two arrows in his mouth as he handed the other end of the rope to John. Now, in addition to one arrow from the salmon, he has an arrow on his bowstring and two arrows in his mouth.

If four arrows can't kill a salmon, Alfred will lose face. Aim at the salmon churning in the water and shoot a second arrow without hesitation. Then, he took another arrow from his mouth and shot it again without thinking......

"John, give me the rope and I'll tow the fish." Alfred triumphantly looked at the salmon that had been hit three times in a row as it rolled its belly on the water.

The baron's eldest son exclaimed excitedly, "Elf, let me drag, you must teach me how to use the longbow." You're really awesome enough to shoot such a big fish! ”

Euphemia pursed her lips and smiled and glanced at the two boys, "John, you should learn bow art from my sister." If my sister were to shoot the fish, she would only need to shoot the fish with an arrow. ”

Alfred, who was holding a longbow and the only remaining arrow in his hand, looked at his sister unconvinced, "Effie, I didn't expect this fish to be so... Big, it can only die after being shot three times by me. ”

"Gurgle... I believe that my sister chose a spear to stab the fish at such a time. In this way, the salmon will not be given a chance to escape. ”

Alfred knew that today's fishing operation was not very successful, so he had to glare at Euphemia, "Forget it, I am a knightly squire of Sir Alex Ferguson, and I will not bother with a sir's daughter." In any case, the knight's daughter is no better at archery than mine. ”

When John finally dragged the dead fish ashore, he heard Euphemia say, "Elf, do you think you are better at archery than I do?" Well, today I'm going to compete with you to see who uses the least arrows and shoots the most fish. ”