You call this a shield?

The elf boss on the opposite side spoke. Hearing the voice, he was a young man, judging from his age, he didn't look like a boss.

However, these words made Sheld a little unable to answer.

What is stealth?Shield thought about it, did he show off yesterday?He ate a barbecue pie on the first floor, who did he provoke?

Moreover, when did he become a marksman.

"You can say that I am an alchemist, you can also say that I am an angel, and you can also say that I am a nanny. I admit it all, but a sharpshooter?"

Sheld thought that the only thing he was like a sharpshooter was that he could throw stones very accurately.

That's it.

Sheld raised his head and looked at the opposite side. He had standard elf blond hair, which was very elegant—except for gold, the standard hair colors of elves were red, green, and then white, and blond hair accounted for the vast majority.

I heard that in the early years, there was flaxen color, but it seems to have gradually disappeared in the long river of history, probably because this hair color gene is not dominant among other hair color genes of the elves.

Shield doesn't know much about biology.

Anyway, this is a handsome man.

Rather, the elves would be special if they weren't handsome men.

Even if it is Shield's good partner Garnier, who is middle-aged and has gone through vicissitudes as an adventurer outside, Shield can't say that he is not handsome.

"investigation."

“姓名：帕特鲁·白羽。职业：魔弓手（剑职）。等级：3。力量：17，敏捷：16，智力：20，体质：18。技能：元素箭矢（20/20）、冥想、魔能灌注。”

Well, it's a rookie.And the clothes look gaudy, most of them are straw bags!

Shield subconsciously came up with this idea.

How much is a little drifting.

This is also normal, it's like you finished a high-difficulty dungeon and found an elite monster wandering in the wild.

As for the fancy clothes, most of them are idiots. He has experience, and the more bosses he is, the more restrained he is - which of the bosses he has known so far is not dressed in plain clothes, and all of them have a basic look?

All the bells and whistles went to get their lunch boxes.

He ignored it. In fact, he, Sheard, had just been promoted to level 4 not long ago.

"The human marksman may not be me. Excuse me, what can I do?"

Sheld asked as politely as possible.

"It's not you?" Patru stared, "How could it not be you, I saw you yesterday!"

"How dare you fool me?!"

"???"

God is sorry, who is going to fool you? !

Sheld never imagined that the conflict plot that had been waiting for this kind of Aotian brand fucking novel could really happen to him.

There has never been such a plot, and Sheld thought that everyone in this world was kind.

It seems that his association with other people was too shallow, and his time in mass society was too short.

"You are mistaken, really not, you are mistaken."

Sheld rejected three consecutive times, raised his arms and said, "Do I look like a shooter?"

"Look, does it look like it?"

After finishing speaking, Sheld patted the flesh on his arm, which was quite tight, at least compared to the swaying arm in his previous life, it was thinner.

"No...not quite like that?"

"It's not just that it doesn't look like it! It doesn't look like it at all!" Sheld slapped the table, shaking the surrounding elves, and even moved back the opposite Patru's buttocks: "Look at my fingers again, even the cocoon None, right?"

"right……?"

"I didn't say I was a sharpshooter either, did I?"

"right……"

"Then I have nothing to do with the shooter, and I have nothing to do with the marksman?"

Patru nodded subconsciously, then shook his head violently: "Well, no, how can you come to the hunter hall if you are not a shooter?"

"I'm here to eat."

"Eat...eat?!"

Patru slapped the table and got up angrily: "This is the hunter's hall! You are not even a shooter, what right do you have to eat here? Are you insulting us?!"

"How can this be called insulting you?!" Sheld also slapped the table and got up, and pushed back: "Which word in the hunter hall can only accept shooters? It has various discounts for shooters, and it doesn't say that people who are not shooters can't." bring it on?"

"..."

On one side of Patru's face was still the anger from just now, and on the other side, he sat back with a bit of astonishment. He was a little confused. He was angry to find fault. Why was the other party more angry than him?

By the way, is the hunter's hall not allowed to come to people other than shooters?

Patrue began to try to remember.

The other elves also began to remember.

Of course, there is no such regulation in the Hunter's Hall itself. Hewei himself wanted to open restaurants, hotels, taverns and the like, so he simply opened them together.

And after more and more famous archers came to him for advice, other archers saw that so many celebrities often came here to gather, so they naturally also gathered here.

It doesn't take long, years.This is where hunters and shooters come naturally.

The so-called non-shooters can't come is more like a convention of this group of people.Of course, it is more because Sheld is a human being, and the reason for finding fault is nothing more than to find it from above.

You have to change to an ordinary elf who cares so much.

Shield is now sitting down with a victorious attitude, holding a cup of tea in his hand, look!Perfectly avoided such unnecessary disputes!When you meet elves, who are quite reasonable, you must...

"I don't care, let's compete once!"

"???"

Withdraw the foreword!

Sheld took a sip of tea and sprayed it on the ground.

"Who are you, I want to compare with you? Be reasonable?!"

He still wants to save the world, how can he have the time to compete with the elf in archery?He can't even shoot a bow, can he?Sheld's mouth was already cursing.

———Author’s words———

Happy New Year, I wish you all good health in the new year, I only hope to be healthy, and nothing else matters.By the way, it's not good to swallow the blade in the throat, what should I do? (I tried all the methods circulated on the Internet, but they didn’t work, so here’s a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors)

Volume 318 The Savior: Chapter 26 Chapter [-] Sniper

"Are you going to run away!"

You elves don't want to talk about it, is it called running away?Sheld turned back to look at Patru with a bit of pain: "Isn't it possible? I don't know how to play with bows. Why do men make things difficult for men?"

It's okay to run away, and Shield has no negative thoughts about running away.

After all, I played some turn-based RPGs in my previous life and didn't want to get entangled with the enemy, so it was perfectly normal to choose to escape.

"Patru, what are you messing with?"

"teacher!"

"teacher?"

Shield looked towards the door of the hunter's hall, and saw a rather muscular figure that was different from ordinary elves appearing at the door.

"So strong..."

It is rare to use this kind of word to describe an elf, but this elf in front of him has done it.

Especially this big bald head completely shattered Sheld's stereotyped impression that most elves have long and fluttering hair.

Bald and pointy ears...

Sheld first thought of Piccolo, and then thought of Solas in a not-so-popular game "Dragon Age: Judgment", who was also a bald elf.

But no matter what, a handsome guy is a handsome guy, and he is also handsome with a bald head.

"It's Master Gordon!"

"Ah, Master Gordon, that famous stalker..."

"Is it famous?"

Listening to the discussions of the elves around him, Shield gave the other party an investigative skill.

"investigation."

"Name: Gordon White Claw. Occupation: Archer (Sword Class). Level: 4. Strength: 22, Dexterity: 17, Intelligence: 11, Constitution: 25. Skills: Guiding Arrow, Eagle Eye, Blast Shot .”

As a sharp archer, Sheld still has an impression of this profession.

This impression comes from Sheld's first arrival in this world, the first time he entered the city, the human adventurer he met in Baishi Port, and a shield warrior was a pair of partners.

The reason I was impressed was because the other party was panting after using a blasting arrow to grab the head at the end. It looked very empty. That one was only level 2, and this Mr. Elf was already level 4. Although it was only two levels short, the attribute was already It's a world of difference.

I don't know if it's caused by racial innate differences or individual talent differences.

But... this master should be technical, with average attributes?Is my vision too high?Shield began to examine himself, whether he was too strict with these elves, and his cognition had gone wrong.

"I hope it's not the kind of young one who grows old..."

No, I haven't hit the little one yet!

Just like that, while everyone's attention was on that Master Goldon, Shield sneaked upstairs.

No food to eat, go back!

Originally, I wanted to eat something special, but now it seems that I can only eat the food produced by Almi.

Sheld sighed.

"But speaking of it, the second floor seems to be a shooting range?"

Comprehensive catering on the first floor, shooting range on the second floor, accommodation and bathing on the third floor, and the only designated office area on the fourth floor.

The hunter hall has such a distributed structure.

The steps on the second floor, except for the stairs extending to the third floor, are only curtains hanging on the door frame. The curtains are all purple and black, with a pattern of a fully drawn bow facing a dragon’s head at a 45-degree angle on it—no matter what. Admit it or not, the undeniable fact is that if dragons are classified into the categories of "beast" and "prey", then dragons are the most powerful beasts in the world.

Divided into creatures, it is not the spire of the pyramid, but it is definitely the group of existences at the top of the tower.

It stands to reason that if this kind of tyrannical creature can join the war against the Demon Realm, it should be a very good help. There are even some story books that have emerged in recent years. Kind of like a cool fairy tale.

However, the trace of the giant dragon is hard to find, and the giant dragon seems to have no interest in the Demon Realm.

All in all, as long as the curtain is raised, you can enter the shooting range area.

Since everyone is here, it seems a bit of a disadvantage not to go in and have a look, so Sheld stretched his head, lifted the curtain, and leaned half his body in.

The shooting range is not big, and there are not many people. There are only a few elves concentrating on practicing there, and there are two elves who look like young couples, whispering on the bench for rest.

Except for the sound of arrows flying out and hitting the target, it is almost like entering the library, and the overall atmosphere is much quieter than that on the first floor.

"Why, are you interested in playing?"

"Fuck?"

Sheld turned around abruptly, only to see Hewi's old lizard face appearing in the field of vision.

"Master Hewei, you scared me!"

"Huh? How did you start using this name?"

"Ah? Isn't that right?" Sheld just said that casually, scratched his head and said, "I heard that someone downstairs called that Gordon a master, so I thought calling you a master too?"

"Hahaha, you can call it whatever you want, come in and have a look."

Hewei patted Sheld on the back, walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

Shield took a rough look through the investigative skill.

The shooters here are either unemployed or all shooters are professional.

Although it is said that professions are not bound to personal performance, in fact, everyone still follows their "intuition" to go their own way, not like Hewei, who is a berserker and takes the bow.