abnormal mutation

Chapter 75 Knight
"What did you see?" Yulia took small steps to sit down next to her mentor, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“I can tell… he’s very strong.” Tana turned to look at the student, a half-smile on her face.

Yulia's face hardened, and she said speechlessly, "Besides that?"

“It seems you two aren’t that close.” Tana picked up her knife and fork, preparing to begin her meal. “I’ve met people of the Golden Bloodline and naturally gifted geniuses, but Roland feels completely different from them. Bloodline awakening always has signs, and naturally gifted individuals always have a spiritual quality, but he’s as pure as crystal, without a trace of extraordinary characteristics.”

"Huh?" Yulia looked surprised, her eyes showing a hint of worry. Her mentor was knowledgeable and experienced, so he shouldn't be wrong.

"Has his talent been tested?"

"It was tested, and it was pretty good," Yulia said vaguely. "He chose the extraordinary path—Bloodborne Sorcerer. Looking at it this way, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

“Huh?” Tana paused, pondering for a long time. “It does fit. The source of human bloodline is the Terra gods, and the Golden Race are our ancestors. No matter what bloodline he awakens, tracing back to the source, it can be considered the Golden lineage, so there is no conflict.”

However, being a Bloodborne mage is very expensive; if your bloodline is poor, you'll have to eat gold like it's food to have any chance of advancing.

"Eat? Gold?" Yulia was clearly unaware of this.

“Don’t waste your youth in such a small place. Come back to the White Tower with me.” Tana sighed, dissatisfied with Yulia’s knowledge and vision.

"The Chamber of Commerce spent a fortune to buy the Pharmacist's Path in exchange for my freedom. If we go back to the White Tower with you, wouldn't we be losing out big time?" Yulia said resentfully.

“Ahem,” Tana coughed lightly, looking slightly embarrassed. “That was before. The higher-ups at the White Tower are discussing plans to no longer remain secluded and to actively embrace the new era. Scholars are free to come and go as long as they remain neutral.”

“That sounds familiar,” Yulia said wistfully. “If I remember correctly, you said the same thing when you brought me into the White Tower when I was twelve.”

“This time it was really fast,” Tana retorted.

"Fine," Yulia said, pursing her lips and not arguing with her.

Tana ate casually, but her eyes kept glancing at the black box in the corner.

“If you’re here for this, I advise you to give up. The headquarters committee will arrive tomorrow,” Yulia bluntly exposed her.

"Heh, I've seen all sorts of good things. I'm just curious about the origin and function of this Paradox Worm." Tana rolled her eyes at Yulia. "Behind every seemingly wonderful thing lies an unimaginable price."

Yulia remained silent. The Paradox Worm emitted several mixed spiritual fluctuations that defied common sense. It was also tightly sealed in a box, making its danger level beyond doubt.

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On the first floor, Roland and Alex ate and chatted.

Alex was very curious about Roland and wanted to know more about him, while Roland also wanted to know about the Northern Merchant Guild. The two chatted enthusiastically.

From the boy's explanation, Roland roughly knew that the Northern Merchant Guild had not been doing well in recent years.

The steam revolution originated in the south, with various new factories and industries spreading throughout the Hid Empire. Southern chambers of commerce expanded rapidly, while the north remained conservative and couldn't keep up, leading to a widening economic gap.

Roland is from the North, but he's now siding with the South. Times are changing, and our ideas must keep pace with the times, or we'll be left behind.

After dinner, Drake went to the real world and took his fur skis outside to practice skiing. Roland, on the other hand, took his longbow to the guard's training ground, borrowed the space and training arrows, and prepared to practice archery.

As a security consultant, he couldn't go out freely, so he might as well use the time while waiting for the potion to learn a skill.

He named the longbow the Divine Arm Bow, because one couldn't draw it without a pair of superhuman arms. Having such a powerful weapon would be a waste not to utilize it; moreover, having more skills is never a bad thing. While pistols are noisy, have short ranges, and slow reloading, bows and arrows still have many advantages.

'Pro, give me a lesson in archery.'

'Ten spiritual glimmers.'

"You're taking advantage of our misfortune!" Roland frowned. This price could hire several of the best hunters in Ice River Town. "Believe me, it's absolutely worth the money," Pro said confidently.

"Let's pay in installments, you've almost emptied my pockets." Roland complained, but secretly he was delighted. Pro had unknowingly changed the terms of the transaction to spiritual glimmer, which was a huge boon for him.

'make a deal.'

Roland's gaze went unfocused as a massive influx of information flooded his mind, making his head throb. Countless pieces of knowledge and experience surged and churned in his mind.

'It is not the bow that kills, but the determination to draw it. With focused intent, the arrow becomes sharp; with concentrated thought, the arrow is formed—an arrow without light.'

The description is a bit cheesy, but it is indeed an extraordinary archery skill in real life. It involves locking onto the target with intuition, focusing one's will and mind, and launching an extraordinary arrow that can interfere with reality - the Arrow of No Light.

This archery technique is highly versatile. Ordinary people can learn it and at most become a little more accurate and faster, while ruthless individuals can exhaust all their energy to launch a desperate attack. Only those with extraordinary souls and keen intuition can truly unleash the power of this archery technique.

'Your soul and intuition are exceptional, yet you act like a brute, relying entirely on instinct. You need to change your mindset. Mortal archery skills have no future. Even if you can draw a bow with ten thousand minas, you won't pose a threat to a high-sequence extraordinary being.'

Only the extraordinary can rival the extraordinary! Practice the Mind Lake Meditation method diligently; it will be very helpful in developing your own potential. 'Pro said calmly.'

"Thank you." Roland nodded thoughtfully.

The arrow without light is good, but knowledge is not the same as skill, and a lot of practice is still needed. He should first learn the basics of archery.

There weren't many people at the training ground. Roland occupied a corner and started practicing from the stance and bow holding method. Memories surfaced in his mind, the content of which was extremely detailed, including concrete diagrams, details and experience, as if a master was patiently instructing him.

He had a strong sense of control over his body, so mastering these skills was easy for him. Once he felt he had a good grasp of it, he began practicing drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, aiming, and releasing it. He practiced with an empty bowstring, slowly and steadily, and gradually developed a feel for it.

After familiarizing himself with the whole thing, he couldn't help but draw an arrow, nock it on the bow, slowly pull back the bowstring, and aim at the target twenty meters away purely by instinct.

"call out--"

"boom--"

The arrow disintegrated in mid-air the moment it left the bowstring, sending fragments flying and sweeping across an area ten meters in diameter in front of it. The target collapsed, and even the supporting wooden stakes were riddled with holes.

"You're using the wrong arrow. A good bow needs a good arrow," a middle-aged man in retro knight armor, holding a helmet, said with a smile not far from the shooting range.

Roland turned his head. This man had been observing him the whole time. He must be Kuran, the guard captain who had held off the polar bear that day. He hadn't expected him to recover so quickly.

"There was a quiver of good arrows, but I was afraid of wasting it and didn't use it." To be precise, it was a quiver and a half, which was seized along with the bow and arrows.

The knight stepped forward, his helmet falling off, and bowed to Roland, placing his right fist on his left chest with a solemn expression: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Otto. Otherwise, I would have gone to see the Father God long ago. My name is Kuran Loensoren, captain of the 017 Guard Team of the Northern United Merchants Association."

"Just call me Roland." Roland was a little uncomfortable. With his square face, short beard, and upright demeanor, coupled with his proper etiquette and attire, he looked exactly like an ancient knight straight out of an epic novel.

“Roland, your practice is very methodical, but beginners should start with soft bows to build a solid foundation,” Kuran advised.

“I understand. I just wanted to test the power of this bow.”

"Can you show it to me?"

“Of course.” Roland handed him the longbow.

Kuran took the longbow, observed it briefly, then got into position and drew the bowstring without string, managing to pull it halfway before slowly releasing it and returning the bowstring to its original position.

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