Ryan smiled reservedly and emphasized: "This is not due to me alone. Knight Allen also made a significant contribution."

"I will remember it. So, can you tell me now what you got in Cather's hands?" Chelsea's eyes slowly moved around the map and he said as if inadvertently.

Ryan's smile suddenly froze on his face, his hand was already calmly placed on the hilt of the sword, and he forced a smile and said: "If I say that I haven't found anything, is your Excellency the Viscount willing to believe it?"

"Hahaha, of course I believe it. Just go back and I will report your achievements to His Majesty." But Chelsea just laughed, as if nothing had happened.

When Ryan walked out of the dim castle, a gust of cold wind blew by, and he was shocked to realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat. After all, not everyone had the courage to face a great knight.

"I don't know what the Viscount means. Is he intentional... or unintentional?" Ryan looked back.

Looking at the sky, the sun was almost setting on the horizon. Thinking of the agreement with Eisen, Ryan felt a headache.

…

Night falls slowly, and the soft and beautiful moonlight shines on the thick snow, making it dazzling.

Ryan hurriedly rushed and finally arrived at the shooting range a few minutes later than the agreed time.

Eisen stood quietly on the target, his uniform making a hunting sound in the cold wind, his hawk-like eyes locked on Ryan, his old cheeks full of arrogance.

"You're late, Lei, you need to catch my four arrows now." Eisen stood tall and threw a long bow and quiver to Ryan, his voice cold and cold.

Ryan stretched out his hand to catch it, and the power contained in it made him take several steps back before removing it. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "To the teacher, there seems to be no essential difference between four arrows and three arrows."

Aisen did not answer, but slowly attached a fine iron arrow. The vast and majestic fighting spirit condensed into a cyclone, converging on the sharp arrow, making a harsh hissing sound on the empty and silent shooting range.

"You really never give up." Ryan secretly complained. From the time Aisen taught him archery, he tried his best in every sparring session and never gave up.

As a result, Ryan couldn't even catch the first arrow every time.

However, he is no longer the Ryan he used to be! A layer of purple fluorescence flashed in his eyes. This was his first attempt to use source power to strengthen his eyes.

"Bah"

With the trembling of the bowstring, the arrow shot by Eisen turned into a black lightning and merged with the night, heading straight for Ryan's door.

Ryan jumped up, and before falling in the air, he spun his body violently, drew his bow, and nocked the arrow, all in one go. Enhanced by the source of power, Eisen's arrow was clearly exposed to his field of vision.

At this moment, in his field of vision, the arrow seemed to be slower, which was another unexpected surprise.

"Swish swish"

Ryan fired three arrows in a row, the first two missed him, and only the third arrow collided with Eisen's arrow, causing a series of sparks to hit the ground in the dark night.

Eisen raised his eyebrows slightly, he did not expect Ryan to be able to catch this arrow.

"Sure enough, there has been some progress, but it is still far from what I expected." Aisen shot another arrow. If the first arrow was like lightning, then this arrow was like thunder, violent and fast.

Ryan couldn't dodge, so he had to use all his strength to shoot the arrow in his hand, only to hear a "Crack" sound, and the arrow passed by in mid-air.

His arrow deviated from the direction in an instant, but Aisen's arrow was not affected at all. It passed by his left shoulder like a gust of wind, leaving a deep blood groove.

"Hiss~"

Ryan gasped in pain, it was this familiar feeling again.

Before he could take a breath, another arrow shot through the air. This arrow streaked across the sky like a shooting star, arriving in an instant.

Another string of blood beads spattered. Ryan stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The arrow left a souvenir on the outside of his right leg.

"Teacher, do you know that Pastor Karina is very expensive!" Ryan roared angrily, and his fighting spirit poured out like a flood, all gathered in one arrow.

"Please take an arrow from me too!"

Looking at the arrow that looked like a rainbow, Aisen's eyes finally trembled a little. He bent the bow in his hand like a full moon and shot an arrow that was also exquisite.

In the night sky, two arrows crossed in the air. One arrow passed by Eisen's ear, and the other arrow formed an arc around Ryan and inserted into the target behind him, hitting the bullseye.

It was obvious that Ryan couldn't catch the arrow. He was lying on the ground with his back stretched out. Although he lost, he had a smile on his face.

Not only did he catch an arrow, he also asked his mentor to use the strongest arrow! This brought him one step closer to his goal.

Aisen walked slowly to his side, nodded coldly and arrogantly and said: "Not bad. He already has some of your father's style, but it's not enough.

If you want to get the answer you want, next time, catch all my arrows."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only a lonely figure for Ryan. After walking a few steps, Ryan heard his voice again: "I'll give you the bow. Don't lose it again. The bow belongs to the archer."

Second Life!”

Hearing his words, Ryan shook his head helplessly and thought to himself: "I can't tell you that I burned that broken bow as firewood, can I?"

That's right, he didn't lose his bow at all, but he used it to light a fire on the first day he lost his way.

Naturally, Eisen cannot let Eisen know about this kind of thing, otherwise Ryan will definitely not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

"Catch all the arrows? I will do it." Ryan sat up and limped back to the inn where Allen was resting with a brand new longbow.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Ham informed him that Allen was awake and wanted to see him.

It has to be said that the professional quality of the beautiful pastor is very good. Allen's wound has actually scabbed, which is much better than Yuanli's.

He found a stool and sat down, took out the potion and began to apply it on his own, quietly waiting for Allen to speak.

"Ham told me everything, Sir Lane, thank you for saving my life, you are really a kind nobleman." Allen said sincerely.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that I can save an upright knight by paying a small price. I'm very willing." Ryan deliberately said indifferently.

"It is definitely not an ordinary thing to be able to save my life in that situation. Sir Ryan, please tell me the price I should pay. I cannot accept your gift with peace of mind."

Allen's face is full of sincerity, which is very consistent with his character of adhering to virtue.

"I've been waiting for your words!" Ryan was delighted, and his profiteer value continued to rise.

He pretended to be difficult for a while, and then said "reluctantly": "Okay, Knight Allen, since you insist so much, then I will tell you.

I actually got that treasure by chance in the dragon's lair before, and I don't know its specific value, so I'll just charge you four hundred kindlers, and forget about the donation in the church."

"Four...four hundred kindlers." Allen suddenly felt that his brain was shutting down. This was definitely a huge sum of money for him!

After he estimated all his assets, he suddenly said a little shyly but honestly: "Sorry, Sir Ryan, I can't afford so much money for the time being."

Ryan: "!!?"
Chapter completed!