Archer's Adventure Manual

In a dream.

"Whoosh!" A dazzling magical arrow pierced through the target, its power immense and its accuracy unparalleled!

Mylt stared in astonishment at the scene. "Loran, you actually... have mastered magic arrows! This is incredible! Even students who have entered magic academies for advanced studies would probably find it difficult to cast such magic."

"It's unbelievable! You're not even as old as me, yet you've already achieved so much. I'm truly ashamed of myself!"

"Oh, right, I remember now! You used to read a lot in the manor's library; that's where you started learning about magic arrows, wasn't it! It's incredible that you actually taught yourself magic!"

"Could you tell me how you performed that? Trust me, I won't let you teach me for nothing; I'll do everything in my power to meet your needs!"

The allure of the magic arrows was too great for Melt, after all, the magic academy he ultimately wanted to attend was the one that taught magic.

Now, a person who truly wields magical arrows stands before him; how could he not be excited and thrilled?

Loran was taken aback. Indeed, it was quite astonishing that someone his age could cast a magical arrow. Looking at the eager look in Miert's eyes, Loran didn't mind giving him some pointers.

Besides, this is a dream after all. It's quite good that Mylt, as a nobleman, can provide him with a comfortable quality of life, which can save him a lot of trouble.

Loran had never experienced what would happen if he were killed in a dream, so even in a dream, he felt it was better to avoid trouble.

He was already very satisfied with being able to gain skill proficiency in his dreams.

"Sure, but I need to make it clear first: magic requires a lot of time to learn, as well as a certain amount of talent and luck. I can only tell you the method, but I can't guarantee success." Loran said seriously.

Mylt nodded repeatedly, "I understand!"

Loran was in the training ground, teaching Mylt while reinforcing his newly mastered magic arrows.

The magical arrows he releases now consume a lot of mental energy, but this can be effectively controlled, as long as the focus of the magical arrows is mainly concentrated on the arrowheads.

In this process, a considerable amount of mental energy can be saved, and the arrow is the real source of its power.

Magic Arrow lv.1 (5/20): Condenses a magically constructed arrow with strong penetrating power, capable of inflicting effective magical damage.

In the dream, I gained a total of 5 points of proficiency, which is quite fast, because Loran used some energy-restoring potions.

There are many such potions among the nobility, and he is certainly qualified to use them.

However, it cannot be used too much, as it will have negative effects, so Loran stopped there.

"Next, go to the library and look at books related to magic. Remember to pay special attention to the following books I mentioned..."

Lorraine recalled some books he had read and used that to guide Meyer on what he should read.

After doing all this, Loran left the manor and went to stroll around the town of Plassen.

Indeed, in reality, their final destination was Plassen, and coincidentally, the town in his dream was also in Plassen.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to understand the situation. Although the era in his dream may differ somewhat from the real-life Plassen, it is still possible to get a general understanding of the situation.

At this time, Plasson did not look as prosperous, but it was still much better than Rockfall is today.

The town is filled with running children, hawking their wares, and blacksmith shops casting iron. The only difference between it and Rockfall Town is that it's much larger, and the trade between the towns is much more frequent.

While wandering around, Loran spotted a familiar landmark – the Adventurers' Guild.

This vast organization, spread across various towns, dispatches missions to adventurers throughout the continent, helping local communities solve livelihood problems caused by various monsters.

"By the way... why don't I get some real combat experience in my dreams?" Loran suddenly thought of this question.

Since proficiency can be improved in dreams, it's natural to also absorb some practical combat experience.

As Mylt's assistant, he had plenty of free time, and occasionally taking time off to do an adventurer's quest was a very simple thing for him.

With this idea in mind, Loran stepped directly into the Adventurers' Guild and registered for an adventurer's certificate.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to register the adventurer's pass as Garen.

However, he couldn't take on the mission alone, so he randomly found a few teammates in the fountain square in front of the adventurers and formed a makeshift team.

It must be said that the city of Plassen was very inclusive during this period.

His teammates included an elf with slightly dark skin, an orc warrior, and a seemingly unreliable dwarf wielding some strange device...

Their entire team has a very peculiar style. They are all very young, because Loran is also very young, so of course no team would want to accept this little kid.

Fortunately, a few kids were willing to form an adventurer team, so we'll just have to make do. Anyway, Loran is quite confident in his own abilities.

The money in his dream was of little use to him; his goal was to hone his combat skills, so he was still happy to play with these kids.

"By the way, how old are you all?" Loran asked with some curiosity.

The elf spoke up, "Well... I'm probably over fifty!"

The orc said, "I'm probably not even eight years old."

The dwarf said, "I must be in my early twenties!"

Loran was stunned. Wait a minute? This guy's eight years old?!

And look at you, with your tiny arms and legs, you say you're forty?!

Lorraine suddenly realized that using height to measure the age of other races was a very unreliable decision.

However... it's not that hard to accept. Since he's already here, Loran doesn't care about these details anymore.

After discussing it with the others for a while, they decided to take on a mission to explore the caves around Plassen, to investigate the situation inside, and if possible, to wipe out the kobolds or something.

After agreeing on a time, Loran continued to stroll around the capital city of Plassen. Well... to be honest, there wasn't anything particularly special about it.

Loran wandered around for a while longer, then remembered the place he had arrived at when he first encountered dreams—Dream City.

What secrets does that mysterious city hold that can generate such realistic dreams?

Loran decided to explore again. The situation in the real world was already terrible, and if he could find something in Dream City to improve himself, it might be of great help.