Chapter 95: The First Dungeon (1)

"Yer current bow is a temporary and simple one, ye?" Aaron asked. He already knew the answer, so he explained his train of thought, "Yer need to take a good look at other bows and inspire yourself more. The bow we will pass yer is of the best quality for yer current level."

Viktor nodded.

It was surprising to see him standing beside the old master. Because of what Jake had learned about them, he thought these two wouldn't cooperate to teach him.

Jake believed Aaron's rekindled passion had brought him to Viktor's workplace.

The truth, however, was much different.

These two wouldn't talk about it with Jake yet.

Viktor held the bow wrapped in a white blanket. He put it on one of many workbenches and slowly unwrapped the cover, unveiling a medium-sized bow. It was around Jake's upper body height and would look bigger on him if he were to hold it close to his side.

The bow was wooden and black. Jake couldn't tell whether it was painted black or the wood had such a natural color.

The design made it seem like a weapon of a Dullahan.

It was a recurve bow, so the limbs curved away from him. The ends of the bow's limbs bent forward like the heads of horses, ready to pounce at anyone.

The bowstring was red as though soaked in raw blood and enhanced to shine even in the darkness.

Once Jake grasped the smooth handle, he raised the bow up. He was enthralled by it.

It weighed so little that Jake could see himself performing his Joker Form with it. The size was like a perfect common ground for all his styles, so Viktor must have spent some time choosing the bow for him.

Perfect match aside, the impression the black bow induced on Jake was what he had never felt before. He could tell that this weapon was amazing and well done.

His first-ever crafted bow only had a strong name that he had come up with.

This black bow, however, was compelling in name and its build.

After the initial impression, Jake checked the black bow's description.

After a while, Aaron returned to his comfort zone and stroked his long beard with pride, "Yer have a good eye. Good, good!"

Viktor scoffed and turned around. He quickly returned with a few leather quivers.

His following words shocked Jake.

He said, "Take those arrows."

Jake didn't know how to react. He didn't know Aaron well, but he had spent some time with Viktor and could tell that this was unnatural for him. He shouldn't have helped him this much...

Jake stared at the man.

Viktor's face grew pissed.

Jake chuckled, "That's more like you. Has something happened? Has my master done something again?"

"She could have left you with me because of a favor," Viktor automatically replied. That was when Ingrid's words rang out in his head, causing him to scowl at Jake.

Jake narrowed his eyes at Viktor.

Viktor clicked his tongue and waved his hand, "Anyway! She's done nothing. Take those arrows. There are four-bladed arrows, blunt arrows, and chisel-pointed arrows. Get to know them and have your summons learn about them! You need to inspire yourself about arrows, too."

Aaron laughed aloud, "Buahahaha! I heard the term for it from players! Tsundere! It's from the eastern region! It came to us because a lot of players like their culture! Oh, you also like sushi!

Buahahaha!"

"The hell you talking about, old geezer?!" Viktor hissed at Aaron, which only caused the old man to laugh more at him.

Jake smiled at them, "Thank you."

Aaron nodded at Jake while Viktor only shifted his eyes to him.

Jake promised them one thing, "I'll return from the dungeon with lots of experience!"