Nata's only reaction to Roddy's words was "shock".

As a weapon that she has used for three years, this short bow is already very familiar to Nata. After three years of hunting, Nata has already adjusted the properties of this short bow to the best and can judge the position of each arrow when it is shot.

They were all familiar with it, so it was hard for her to believe Rody's words.

However, for Rody, who once reached the "Grand Master" level in "bow making", the quality of a bow can be judged in his hands basically without shooting.

The structure of the bow seems simple, but the simpler it is, the more difficult it is to adjust it to its optimal state. Although wood elves are good at using bows, their technological level is not comparable to that of high elves, even if they already have bows.

The rough bow window is still incomparable to humans in terms of manufacturing craftsmanship.

Nata's short bow is powerful and has a fast muzzle velocity, but its disadvantage is that it has low fault tolerance. As long as there is a slight mistake in the fingers, the arrow will greatly deviate from the original target. It is only suitable for experienced hunters.

Generally speaking, the longer the bow body, the slower the muzzle velocity, the higher the "forgiveness", and the more stable the trajectory when shooting heavy arrows. The famous English longbow in history is the ultimate in "stable" type.

Each type of bow has its own characteristics. Nata's short bow is small and flexible, and is extremely easy to shoot at short range and quickly. However, in Rody's eyes, it is still far from the "best condition".

Nata looked at Rody with a look of disbelief. Rody didn't waste any time. He took off the bow string and adjusted the short bow under the light of the campfire. He took out the tools he carried with him from his bag.

Regardless of whether Nata agreed or not, she directly polished the bow window.

"The wood of this bow is good, but the production method is rough, and it can even be said to be shoddy." Rody lowered his head and polished while commenting on the bow, "The curvature of the bow blades is too extreme, and it pursues arrow speed too much.

Therefore, the accuracy will naturally be poor in the first year of use. I guess you can only control it after you adapt to it for two or three years, right?"

This is an extremely polite comment, just like an old blacksmith commenting on weapons forged by novices. Roddy is definitely qualified to make such a comment - but who knows that after saying this, Nata's expression changed again and again.

Finally, a hint of blush appeared, and he lowered his head slightly.

She made this bow herself.

Although she admired Rody's strength, Nata never thought that he was so proficient in bows...

Those few comments are very impressive, and it can even be said that there are no mistakes!

Originally, she only thought that Rody was pretending to find fault, but now she really didn't dare to say anything, and actually stood there silently with her head lowered like a child being scolded...

"This cannot be said to be a shortcoming. Each bow has its own characteristics. Some are faster, some are better, and some are slower. A weapon is just a weapon. In the end, it depends on who is using it."

Roddy raised his head, looked at Nata's somewhat bewildered eyes, smiled, and then blew away the debris left on the bow window after polishing, and took out a piece of fur as big as a finger from his luggage.

It was nailed with special iron nails to create an "animal hair arrow rest" that was very similar to the hunting bow of later generations.

"Water lazy hair is more useful than horse butt hair."

Roddy explained, but Nata had no idea what it was for. The elves didn't use such arrow rests at all, so she could only nod in confusion, but she kept reminding herself to seize the opportunity.

Remember everything in front of you.

After adjusting the bow window, Rody slightly polished the edge of the bow blade, then put on the bowstring and adjusted the bow position... He was quiet and focused during this process. Nata, who was waiting with bated breath, didn't say anything, but Akasha felt that Roddy

The deep gaze filled her heart with a sense of security.

Twenty minutes later, Rody finished adjusting the bow, and then asked Nata to nock an arrow and pull it out to try, but he did not let her shoot the arrow. Instead, he picked up the arrow, looked at it, removed the arrowhead, and

The arrow body was shortened by one centimeter, and the arrow was put back. Then he pointed to a tree trunk not far away and said, "There is a lizard up there. Try shooting an arrow."

Nata took the bow hesitantly, then nocked an arrow and shot.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the arrow left the string, Nata's expression suddenly froze.

In the past, the uncontrollable tremor and slight beating of the arrow had always been her biggest headache when shooting. But when the arrow flew out, she only felt that the short bow in her left hand shook slightly.

The arrow then spins straight out and shoots out!

Refreshing, unprecedented refreshing.

There is no need to fight against the bouncing tremor of the bow, or to correct the distortion of the arrow. All obstacles have almost completely disappeared!

"Duh!"

The arrow hit the tree trunk, but the arrowhead was nailed to the top of the lizard - because the efficiency of the bow increased, the shooting speed became faster, and the arrow's impact point also changed. The arrow missed, just as Rody expected.

Inside.

"The arrow nest still needs to be adjusted, but it's almost there."

Rody recalled the trajectory of the arrow and seemed still not satisfied - while Nata next to him was staring blankly at the arrow nailed to the tree trunk in the distance, her mind going blank.

She stood there for three to five seconds, and finally said to herself: "Why? Why is this happening?"

Following Roddy out of the forest, Nata wanted to learn Roddy's archery skills. As for other aspects, she simply did not think that this human being was qualified to teach her - but reality ruthlessly shattered her pride. Lingna

Ta had to bow his head in submission.

"Can, can you tell me how this is done?"

Nata Gujing's unwavering tone finally had a hint of wave, and her behavior even surprised Rody... In his memory, Rody had never seen the Iceberg Mentor act like this asking for advice.

However, he would not hide his secrets, and directly began to explain to her the working principle of the bow itself: Ordinary people naturally think that the bow is too simple, just pull and loosen the arrow to go out and finish the job, but if you want to maximize the power of a bow,

The doorway is very deep.

"The arrow is curved at the moment it is shot, so its length, material, and center of gravity will all affect the landing point and flight speed. Your draw distance determines the length of the arrow, and the tension of the bow determines the winding of the arrow... Oh, it's just soft.

Hardness…”

Such an explanation did not say much. Roddy knew that she needed time to digest it, but it was obvious that this originally arrogant elf girl was completely calmed down by these systematic and detailed theories. Although her expression was still cold, she could

Invisibly, it brought a sense of respect.

Rody sighed in his heart, he never thought that there would be a day when his mentor would bow down and listen to him...

The night gradually deepened, Nata and Akasha went back to the tent to rest, Roddy sat in front of the campfire to watch the night, from this angle, you can also see Akasha's tent with a faint light, presumably because she was afraid of the dark.

The ring was on, but apparently she finally stopped pestering him and was able to sleep alone. The debuff on her body gradually faded away, and she thought she would be able to fully recover in a while.

Rody looked at the orange charcoal fire, thought for a moment, and pulled out two notebooks.

One is the notebook left by the witcher Dukar, and the other is the "Essence of Energy" borrowed from Brody.

Opening the notebook, the high elf writing on it was a bit sloppy, but looking at the format, he knew it was a diary. Rody frowned slightly and read the first article roughly. He found that the content was roughly about Dukar's experience in taming the snake king Saga.

any other important information.

So he put down the notebook and opened "Energy Essence" - but the first sentence at the beginning made him freeze on the spot:

"Arcane, power beyond the gods."

It was an affirmative sentence, not a question. Roddy could even see the arrogance in the high elf writing.

******

The next day, Parling.

The territory that the Duke of Angmar entrusted to Soderol was not very large. In terms of area, it was not comparable to the great nobles such as the Viscount of Tranca or the Count of Tata. However, as a "baron", he owned a market town and nine

The Parland of this village is definitely above average in terms of resources.

"Pal Town" is a small town by the river, which cannot be compared with the size of Kige Town. The residents have lived peacefully for many years, paying taxes and farming. Several large shops support the appearance of the town. In terms of economic level, it is

It's countless times better than Nolan Village.

As the weather gets colder, there are fewer people active in the early morning. However, in the core of the territory, "Pal Town", residents have become accustomed to the neat footsteps and slogans every morning - nearly a hundred soldiers come every day

They have to put on their armor and rumble around the town three times. After the sun rises completely, they will go to the school field and start training day after day.

This was unheard of before.

In this day and age, except for the great lords and the royal family, the rest of the nobles have never had a standing army, and they have never heard of cavalry that train all day long... Therefore, at first, all the civilians were uneasy: Is the kingdom about to go to war?

But a month has passed, and the news they have gathered from everywhere tells them that the Karen Kingdom is still stable, and there is no sign of war at all.

Therefore, the newly arrived Lord Soderol became a "joke" and was even privately called a "war maniac" and "madman" by the farmers.

"Those lunatics started training again."

"It seems that the lord is running with me again. It's really ridiculous."

"I heard that they were just a group of border scouts before. I guess they were frightened by the thieves and are still afraid to relax, right?"

"Who knows? He rushes around every day, and his momentum looks quite scary..."

"What age are we in, and there is no war..."

The commoners did not understand this lord's strange style at all, and similar comments had been going on for more than a month. But no matter what they said, the new lord Soderol did not give any explanation, and just assigned the territory affairs to the new steward.

, and then spent the whole day participating in training at the school grounds, not enjoying life at all, but looking like they were working harder than ordinary soldiers.
Chapter completed!