Halfway down the road, Clint has been eating crabs here for a week.
Although the crabs in the Dezhou Forest are delicious and nutritious, anyone who eats them every day, morning, noon and night for a week, will end up vomiting.
Putting down the grilled crab claws from this morning, Clint swallowed the last bite of it.
"Geralt, how long do I have to eat? I really can't eat crabs every day!"
After hearing Clint's complaint, Geralt took a big sip of the water of life. He looked at Clint handling the crab claws and then said as if he had reacted: "Have you been eating it for a week?"
"To be exact, it's been eight whole days, and today is the ninth day."
"Didn't you love to eat when you first came here? You ate a whole crab leg in your arms on the first day."
“But no matter how delicious it is, I can’t bear to eat it every day!”
Geralt, who laughed heartily, put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and looked at Clint with his apricot eyes.
He took out a short bow from an unknown fourth-dimensional pocket and threw it to Clint.
"Try this and see if you can pull it apart."
The short bow is made of simply treated wood strips stretched with bow strings, and is unpretentious. The only decoration is the leather guard wrapped around the bow arm.
[Short bow: A standard small bow. A small bow can shoot quickly. If you want to use a bow, you must be equipped with arrows. There are two types of arrows that can be equipped and can be switched according to the situation. Combat skills: Continuous shooting: After the bow is fully drawn, use Excellent
The technique is to quickly put the arrow on the string and shoot continuously.】
Clint became interested after taking the bow. He kept making gestures with the bow. After all, as a former archer, it is always happy to get a familiar weapon.
"Where are the arrows? The bow should not be left empty, as it will cause damage to the bow."
Holding the bow in one hand and placing the other hand on the bow string to draw the arrow, Clint asked Geralt for arrows. He wanted to show the hunter what it means to be a sharp archer.
After drinking half the bottle of water of life in one gulp, Geralt smacked the bottle a little unsatisfiedly and said, "Why don't you try to see if you can pull it open first?"
"I can play with this kind of bow in the circus..."
Just as he was about to show off his hand to Geralt, he held the bow in front of his chest, pulled the string back with his left hand.
However, with almost all his strength, Clint could barely draw the bow 70%, but could not fully draw the string.
Slowly letting go of his hand to avoid damage when the bow was idle, Clint asked Geralt: "What kind of bow is this that I can't pull even with all my strength?"
"It's just the most common short bow, and it even has very little power."
Looking at the bow in his hand, Clint asked: "Is this kind of bow really usable on the battlefield? Even if it is hunting large creatures, if it cannot be fully discharged, the power of the arrows will not be exerted at all."
Geralt pointed to the boulder next to him with his apricot eyes and said: "Now go and try how heavy the stone you can lift."
Even though he had a good understanding of his physical fitness, Clint was not prepared to contradict Geralt on the spot. He followed Geralt's instructions and walked to a stone the size of a suitcase.
Normally, Clint could only barely lift this kind of stone despite all his efforts.
But this time, Clint, who was ready to use all his strength, flipped the stone away instead.
Watching the stone flying over the wall, hitting the puddle outside the wall, and being splashed all over by the splash, Clint was a little dazed.
"Did I do this? Could it be that the gravity where we are is different?"
Looking for excuses for himself, Clint still couldn't believe that he had done this.
I found a bigger stone. This stone was at the entrance of the village on the side of the road. Part of it was buried underground, and the part above ground was more than Clint's waist.
After finding a place where he could grab his hand, Clint used his luck in his Dantian and actually pulled out the whole stone bit by bit.
In ancient times, there was Lin Daiyu pulling up weeping willows upside down, and now there is Clint pulling out huge rocks on the roadside. She looked at her hands in disbelief, and then at the rocks next to her.
"When did I have such great power?"
At this time, Geralt came over from the side, put the stone back in place, and even stood on it and jumped to step on it tighter.
Pointing to a pile of crab shells next to him, Geralt said, "What do you think you've been eating and drinking these days?"
"Is this crab so powerful? This strengthening effect may be more powerful than Captain America!"
Instead of answering Clint's words, he threw the water of life in his hand to Clint, and Geralt motioned for him to take a sip.
I tried to take a sip, but the unbearable alcohol stimulation at first turned out to taste like ordinary whiskey.
Clint then took another big sip to relieve the shock and excitement in his heart.
At this time, Geralt spoke: "You usually drink drinks made from green flowers and plants, which can continuously restore your body's physical strength, and crabs provide you with huge energy. This subtle strengthening is what hunters do.
Our secret recipe.”
Clutching the short bow in his hand, Clint said confidently: "It's almost time. I can become a hunter soon."
This confident speech attracted Geralt's concern. Geralt put his hand in front of Clint's eyes and kept shaking it, saying: "Wake up, stop dreaming."
"Is something wrong?"
"You can't even draw the lowest level bow now, let alone those melee weapons. You can't even use the more powerful bows in the back. You can't even hit the crabs you eat now."
This made Clint really wake up. He ate big crabs every day, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even beat the crabs he ate now.
But after comparing the changes in his strength in the past few days, Clint became more confident.
"I will work hard and become a hunter as soon as possible. Wherever the crab is, I want to eat another one!"
This confident statement only brought a bundle of arrows thrown to him by Geralt.
Clint held the bundle of arrows and listened to Geralt say: "Next, you have to go hunting by yourself. Remember that from here, everything that moves will be your enemy. The place guarded by the Exiles is
The road leading to Fran Fortress, do not approach it until you officially become a hunter, they will treat you as an intruder and kill you without hesitation."
Such a solemn warning, Clint nodded seriously, indicating that he had taken note of it.
"Oh, by the way, there are black knights in the Punishment Forest. They are more powerful existences than the Exiles, and they are also more ruthless. Don't try to get close to him, and don't try to communicate. These black knights have conquered demons.
The gods are staying here just to confirm the situation in the abyss. As long as there is the slightest riot in the abyss, they will come in groups."
Such a detailed explanation made Clint aware of the difference. Geralt usually wouldn't even say anything unless it was necessary to communicate, but today he finished what he said the previous week.
Clint couldn't help but ask: "Is there any problem? This exchange is like saying parting words."
I saw Geralt looking up at the sky and saying in a nostalgic tone: "There is a big shot to be buried in Ring Seal City today, and I have to attend."