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The orange-yellow hair turned into a beautiful white on his hand, and his fingers tentatively moved on the hilt of the sword to find the best point of force.

Abel's professionalism surprised his swordsmanship teacher, every movement was standard, not like it was pretended to be pretentious. When he really began to compete with the two aristocratic sons, Abel's accuracy and speed were far from being called laymen, and they were even better than many beginners.

A clean slash and a pick quickly knocked down the sword in Bert's hand. Bert sat on the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Abel stretched out his hand as friendly as he could, "The sword shouldn't slip out of your hand, it should be a part of your body." ”

It took a lot of effort for Abel to pull him up from the ground.

This part of the training session in the morning was the most physically exhausting.

In the afternoon, after the infinite work of pulling the two brothers up from their fall, they went to learn archery lessons again. Originally, it was the head of the City Watch who taught them, but he had recently refused to continue teaching three-man archery for fear of his temper tantrums.

Abel came to the training ground full of energy after the lunch break, thinking about what kind of person the new teacher would be.

Bert and Haydn, two annoying brothers, also arrived at the training ground, but their faces were full of exhaustion, and from time to time they rubbed the small injuries left by the training. Complaining one after another, they must be accusing Abel of why he always embarrasses them or something.

However, Abel is used to the two of them, and it is said that it is the mother's overprotection that makes them so perverse. Kenneth mentioned that his wife was neurotic and had always been delusional about persecution before the war. Kenneth brought it up in an inadvertent conversation when she almost didn't put a dinner knife around her neck. If he hadn't loved her, such a woman would have died a long time ago, he said.

Thinking of this, Abel felt a little sympathetic to these two people.

Bert and Haydn stopped talking and walked solemnly in front of Abel. They tried to be as serious and polite as possible, and being overly concerned about this made their steps a little strange, and what was even more strange was that this kind of thing actually happened to these two people.

Bert, as the elder brother, spoke first: "We apologize for the unpleasant things before. ”

"That's really unpleasant, really. Haydn said.

"So we thought maybe we could find an opportunity......," Bert said, "so we can get to know each other." ”

Abel shook one of his ears, thinking he had misheard, "Okay......"

Bert smiled, "Thank you for forgiving us, or else this opportunity would have been chosen today." At night, at the door of the crypt of the church of Saint-Rémy, in the city, I want to show you something. ”

"Yes, incredible stuff. Haydn also exclaimed.

Although the scene is very embarrassing, it is not a bad situation if these small contradictions are resolved in exchange. In order to solve the cold situation, Abel began to talk to them about a new archery teacher. The brothers felt that as long as they weren't allowed to practice hard like a sword teacher, although Abel was not desperate at all as he pointed out, they still held back. Maybe one day he will be able to say this in front of the two of them, it seems far away at the moment.

A man who came from a distance must have been the new one who had come to teach archery. With cat-like vision, Able recognized at a glance that it was Rickon Sanders, who had only met him a few times.

Noah's younger brother. Soon Bert and Haydn recognized him, and the two breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that their cousin should be somewhat considerate and put more water in the training.

"Good afternoon, my friend, and my cousin. Rickon greeted with a smile.

He wore a dark brown civilian suit with stiff cloth bracers around his wrists. He can clearly see that he has a metal wrench on the thumb of his right hand, and the index finger of his left hand is wrapped around a bandage, looking very professional. Confidence shines through every corner of him, and archery is probably what Rickon is most proud of.

"I didn't expect you to deign to teach us archery. Abel said, "You must remember me, don't you?"

"Of course, I don't think anyone will forget you. Rickon pointed to the bow and arrow on the ground and said, "So, as you see." I'm going to take the place of the head teacher and I'm going to give you a lesson, and I hope you're prepared. Now, show me what you're capable of. ”

There are three targets, which are 30 meters, 50 meters, and 70 meters, and the size standard is exactly the same, all of which are 80 centimeters in a circle, and the farthest one is almost invisible.

Bert was about to challenge the nearest target, and after a sharp whistle, the arrow almost stopped at the edge of the target. When he tried the second target, he didn't know where it was going. Bert gave up on hitting the second target and turned his attention back to the nearest one. He prepared for a long time for the last chance, repeatedly loosening the bowstring and pulling it up. It seemed like he was very serious about giving Rickon the first impression, but when the third arrow flew out, it missed. Bert felt sorry for himself and put the bow down.

And Haydn's first draw hit the center of the 30-meter target, and even he himself was taken aback. However, the second and third times were not so lucky, one missed the target, and the other barely hit.

Able knew that he shouldn't laugh at them, but at least this kind of achievement showed that he was not so mediocre, and he could almost see how he outperformed them in bowing as he did in swordsmanship. Abel drew the bowstring, and for the first arrow he chose a nearby target. The arrow that flew away from its owner shook its tail from side to side, slammed into the center of the target, and shook it a few times.

The second arrow, Abel, chose a farther target, and although this shot hit, the results were not very good. Abel felt that he could challenge the farthest arrow target, so he pulled up the bowstring and aimed at the arrow target 70 meters away. This compound bow was so strong that it took all of Abel's strength to pull it through his ears. When he took aim at that target, he didn't know how high he should go, because he had barely shot that far. His strength did not allow him to continue to think about it, and Able released the bowstring by feeling.

The surprise did not happen, and the third arrow missed the target. Abel was not sad, after all, no one had tried the third target yet, and it was not a shame to capsize on it.

When he looked back at Rickon, he saw that he was looking at him with the strange look he had been looking at. As if criticizing his clumsy skills, Abel wondered for a moment whether this small circle had blinded his eyes, in fact, such archery skills could not be compared to a real master.

Rickon walked over in silence, took the bow from Abel's hand, and began to shoot at the target. From near to far, only three dull sounds were heard, and the arrow was inserted in the center of the target like the petiole of a lotus leaf. Accurate and natural, like where they should have been.

He felt for three more arrows, and another string pull. Three arrows flew out and stuck straight into the tail of the previous one, splitting it in half.

Rickon wasn't done yet, continuing the dazzling show. This time, he started shooting from a distant target, pulling out the arrow, winding it, and loosening it in one go, and after a series of three movements, what brought Abel was no longer admiration for superb archery, but simply amazed at his shooting speed.

Only then did Abel hear the sound of a hit coming from the direction of the target, but only one.

It turned out that the three arrows that Rickon had just fired at a rapid pace hit the target at the same time.

Abel suddenly felt that he had been immersed in the competition with the two noble young masters for too long, not only did the comparison become lower, but the sense of loss also became strange.