"Yes, use some more force, hiss---good!"

Roy sat in the bath, and the dwarf stuttered Bernie's black-haired arms were kneading on his shoulders lightly and hard, and a flattering smile was on his rough and red face.

"How does it feel now... now?"

"Yes, with this skill, you can open a professional massage room in Carbon Mountain."

"Then, what do you think of the debt I owe..."

"I'll talk about it later, you can't lose it anyway."

"Huh..." The dwarf with big tongue wiped his sweat. He swore that he had never seen a man who played such a weird card, and always played unexpected cards, making his opponent unable to defend himself.

The entire Carbon Mountain Card skill entered the top ten, Diff actually knelt ten times in a row and threw it away the first round of the game.

The remaining three people were unwilling to sit down and face him several games, but they ended in a crushing defeat without exception and lost a lot of money.

But Bernie was not convinced. This stubborn, big tongue dwarf fought repeatedly, and he lost all his underwear. He also had an extra 30 kroner owed, which was equivalent to his monthly salary.

In the bath beside Bernie, Reagan's butt shook as if he was insulted.

"Boy, you must not slander the credibility of the dwarves, and Bernie will never deny it! We are irritable, but we have advantages that humans lack - not only that we look majestic and masculinity, but also that dwarves who have grown up in Carbon Mountain since childhood attach great importance to credibility and loyalty! Whoever dares to bet on the debt in Gunte and bets, then don't think about gaining a foothold in Carbon Mountain in the future!"

Roy nodded to show his respect.

He had long heard of this. Although the Mahakan dwarves were greedy for money, most of them were loyal to their friends and kept their promises very much. Among them, the representative figure, Zhuoltan Chiwa, was a person who risked his life to help his friends.

In addition, the dwarves are doing well in the business circle with their good reputation.

Zion Vanile, Giankadi, and Vivaldi Dwarf families are all the best in the banking industry. Whether it is Vigima, Bowkran, Vangeborg, Novigri, even the Dragon Mountains, Blue Mountains, and almost all major cities in the northern border, they have their branches.

It was precisely because he knew this that he agreed to the dwarf's "Carbon Mountain old rules". If the opponent was replaced by humans or elves, the chance of being denied debts in a one-on-four situation is too high!

"Roy, even if you win the first round, do you dare to go to the shooting range with us now and continue with the second round."

"Why don't you dare? It's still early." He wanted to see the style of a dwarf crossbowman.

Several people changed into clothes neatly. Before leaving, Roy stopped stuttering, "Brother Bernie, what if you promise to do me a favor, what if you exempt you from this account?"

"You... say... just say!" The dwarf immediately blushed and his neck was thick as if he was injected with chicken blood.

"Just stay in the bathhouse, come to the shooting range to look for me, don't miss anyone."

Although the dwarf was curious about the other party's purpose, he did not speak too much and agreed happily.

...

The group left the bathhouse, crossed Carbon Mountain Plaza, and headed to the martial arts venue behind the main fort.

Roy frowned on the way, and a strange feeling came from behind. He glanced at him in the aftermath, but there was no ghost.

It was dawn at this time, and there were more people nearby. Most of the male dwarfs were wearing dirty thick cotton jackets, carrying shovels and hoes to the mining area outside the fortress, while the females held a huge container with their heads back and forth between their own caves and the market in the corner of the square.

Not all dwarves have beards. Eighty percent of men are bearded, and less than 20 percent of women have thick hair and not inferior to men. Some have beautiful facial features, but they still cannot escape the fate of short and fat.

It's far from Roy's aesthetic.

"Boss Reagan, Carbon Mountain's job income does not seem to be high?" He thought that Mahakan's dwarves had "Golden Mountain" and were all rich, but just now the Quint game told him that the facts were exactly the opposite.

"You're right," said the dwarf without any mind. "It's only fifty or sixty crowns a month, and there's no money left to get rid of the alcohol and the cost of maintaining weapons."

"Is the house in Carbon Mountain expensive?" He glanced at the dense cave, "How long can you afford to save?"

"Little brother, you don't know this, right?" said the dwarf proudly. "The Carbon Mountain people don't need to spend money to buy a house. The elders give housing to all adults."

"But anyone who leaves Carbon Mountain without permission will be taken back."

Roy was slightly envious of the great elder of Carbon Mountain, who also took great pains to retain the population.

"There are so many dwarves who leave Carbon Mountain to make a living?"

“Not many, but there are always a few every year.”

While they were talking, they came to the martial arts venue.

The venue surrounded by the fence is very wide and divided into several parts.

At the end, there is a row of dummies' shooting range, a weapon training ground with weapons racks, and a wooden fence for close-up fighting and competition.

There were about twenty strong dwarf guards in one of the training grounds for daily training.

They were wearing gray chain mail, with a layer of cotton armor inside, following the instructions of the front row instructors, and waved their weapons sternly.

The heavy two-handed weapons were swayed freely in the hands of the guards. Although they were short and fat, their moves were flexible and full of strength.

It's like a solid small fortress, two layers of armor can effectively block arrows, and the heavy two-handed weapons convert the body's disadvantages into advantages. Once these guys approach, he may not be able to hold on for a few rounds.

"My frontal combat ability is waste."

The means that Roy can rely on in combat have always been very monotonous, mainly crossbow shooting. Although the accuracy of shooting crossbows is supported by the perceptual attributes, its power is not enough, even if it is included in the bonus of slaughter and crossbow specialization.

Unless you shoot in the face, you cannot cause too much damage to the Arm enemy.

The effective range is also a problem. In general, the accurate head within 100-hour (30 meters) is guaranteed. Once this distance is exceeded, the wind direction and wind interference will become more obvious.

Reagan, a dwarf who specializes in LV5 in front of him, is obviously a good learning object.

The shooting range was filled with human-shaped targets of varying distances. After the four of them entered the field, Reagan stretched out his furry palm and felt it in the air for a moment.

Roy was surprised. Could this guy be able to use the hair on his hands to test the wind direction and speed?

"It is best for days without wind or breeze to shoot a few arrows. Come on, little brother, let me learn your skills in this game. See if your crossbow shooting skills are as superb as the swordsman of the witcher." Reagan borrowed two identical crossbows, threw one to Roy, and picked up the other one himself.

"You are not old, your hands are not heavy, and there is obviously limited training time. I don't need to bully you in time trials." Reagan raised his chest and raised his head, exuding unprecedented confidence. "Starting from the target at thirty-year (9 meters) and shooting to the right, shooting ten arrows, the off-target winner won. How?"

Roy hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"I'll do it first."

"what ever."

The crossbows and arrows that Reagan gave him were specially made according to the dwarf's standards.

The diameter of the bow on the crossbow arm is four times larger than the Gabriel that Roy first obtained. Because of repeated use, the crossbow made by pine wood is soaked in sweat and turned brown. The bowstring is about sixty pounds, and it is a little difficult to pull the string with his strength.

He first chose the closest thirty-stop target, held the crossbow body with his left hand, and pulled the trigger with his index finger with his right hand, and shot the crossbow in a standing position.

Inhale deeply, the crossbow body slightly raised, aimed at the target star with his right eye, and then slowly exhale. In the short one or two seconds when the exhalation worsens, the crossbow body just droops to a horizontal position with the exhalation movement, and suddenly pulls the trigger.

"Swoosh--" A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the human-shaped target outside the thirty-year-old trembled suddenly, and the powerful kinetic energy of the crossbow sent the arrow into the red heart extremely accurately.

Reagan's eyes did not change, Roy breathed a sigh of relief, shook his slightly numb arms, and began to prepare for the second arrow again.

In the following time, under the witness of everyone, sixty-year-old, ninety-year-old...all the targets of one hundred and twenty-year-old were in the red heart.

In a short period of time, Roy's forearm and legs began to get sore after pulling the strings continuously. After all, this crossbow is much heavier than Briel, who is used to training on weekdays, and he is not used to it.

In addition to boring crossbow shooting training, he rarely has the opportunity to compete with others, especially when his opponent is the excellent crossbow player Reagan. He is inevitably eager to win.

The next target gave him a blow.

One hundred and fifty-six rings, one hundred and fifty-six rings, two hundred and fifty rings, two hundred and fifty rings, two hundred and forty feet (72 meters) rings.

Two hundred and seventy hours later, the shot was completely empty! The second arrow still failed.

The ten arrows were announced and sweat beads slid along his forehead to his chin, as the eyes were gloomy because they kept off the target.

"Okay! Your accurate head is OK, and your posture of standing and shooting crossbows is also very standard. It can be seen that you have been systematically trained, but the time is too short... I have a few suggestions, would you like to listen to it?"

"I'm going to ask you for advice."

Reagan, who held the crossbow, felt like he had changed his body, his back bent slightly, his knees bent slightly, his eyes became cold and sharp. With his fingers, he hooked up a light crossbow from the quiver, quickly pulled the string and placed the arrow, lifted the crossbow and pulled the trigger. The series of movements were simple and neat and without any extra.

Roy silently pulled the string and placed the arrow, less than half of his own.

On the surface, the dwarf looks exactly the same as his standing cum, but if you look closely, you can still find the difference in details.

"Pay attention to the position of the crossbow."

Reagan lowered his head and began to aim.

Roy took a step back and observed the state of the dwarf and the crossbow.

“Three quarters.”

The crossbow is located about three-quarters of the dwarf's body, between the lower part of his neck and his collarbone. This is slightly different from his crossbow shooting posture. The standard standing shooting posture is adjusted to a more suitable style by the dwarf.

But Roy's shooting level still cannot make these adjustments.

The dwarf's movements were fast and steady, and he easily shot three arrows and hit the bull's-eye.

"Do you have a crossbow that you are used to?"

"Yes, I have."

"Why don't you take it with you?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, and his right hand quietly pulled the trigger, and the center of the target outside the 210-year-old trembled.

"The most basic quality of an excellent crossbowman is to keep the crossbow inseparable. He has to bring it with him whether he eats or sleeps," the dwarf's black eyes added a hint of gentleness, as if he remembers his lover, and his hands are not affected at all. "You have to develop a tacit understanding with it, understand its structure every inch, and be clear with your eyes closed. The more familiar you are with it, the faster you can get in the battle."

Reagan whispered, showing an amazing rate of fire again, one arrow after another, no obvious aiming time, hitting five bulls' eyes 240 consecutively, winning without any suspense.

Roy was convinced, and the other party's perception attributes were just as 7 o'clock as he did. He didn't know what he saw than him, but his control over the crossbow was far beyond him.
To be continued...