Chapter 83: Artisan Quest (3)

Jake's attitude and words were shaped by his experiences.

His survival skills were proficient because he studied Richard's knowledge through the game system and followed his guidance.

Meaning Aaron could write down a book and share his experience with him as well. He also understood that time was precious and that he could rely on the system to learn a lot without Aaron's help.

All he needed was his knowledge.

Had he been his usual self, he would have come out with different methods to cajole Master Aaron.

Perhaps some of Ingrid's confidence had been rubbed off him as he went in and cut to the chase after a few pleasantries.

"Ah, yeah," Jake awkwardly smiled, "I've brought sushi for us. It's really tasty. Viktor loves it."

Stupefied, Aaron lowered his eyes to the two boxes.

Once Jake unwrapped them, Aaron salivated a little more. It was important to eat while drinking alcohol, but he had been ignoring that for some time now. He really wanted to taste this sushi that was under his nose!

"Yer crafty brat," Aaron snatched the box with sushi and dug in.

Jake chuckled and ate his share as well.

A few minutes later, Aaron said, "So yer wants a quest, huh."

"Yes, if you're unwilling to teach me stuff in person, I don't mind following your quests," Jake replied. It'd be better to learn about skills from the source as there were terms and things the quest's description couldn't explain.

It was for this reason that the special land for newbie crafting classes had masters and apprentices breezing between portable workbenches to assist new players.

Those NPCs were familiar with players. They could hand out quests without batting an eye and compel players to follow their ways.

Aaron also could see why.

The old man whispered, "Interesting..."

Jake chuckled, "I haven't said the best part."

"Oh?" Aaron reacted with a clear interest.

Jake smiled at him, "The bow looks much cooler with those modern features."

"Haha!" Aaron burst out laughing. His jovial voice rippled across the tavern, gathering everyone's attention. When the rest saw his red nose, however, they called him a drunkard and ignored him.

Aaron was still laughing to no end.

Despite all those modern features and their uses, Jake loved that he would stand out and look cool! It was such a young and naive way of thinking.

Aaron, however, used to be the same in his late teens. He loved to design his craft.

Minerva had also told him that the world was heading in the direction where weapons would be forgotten! It had left such a stamp on his heart that only Viktor could have taken him out for the last tango.

But today, Jake had stirred his heart again.

"If yer could make a bow and arrows with mana alone, would yer go for it?" Aaron asked.

Jake shook his head, "I feel mana through items. There are people like me, lots of them. I will make at least thirty percent of them archers."

Aaron stood up. "Get up. We're going to my workplace."

He was so sober it was a shock.