1100 Pounds

Alvin walked past the bows in front of him one by one.

These were traditional bows used to pass time or to train. The wood quality was excellent, and the workmanship was exquisite. The owner had indeed put in a lot of effort in this aspect.

But this had put Alvin in a difficult situation.

The quality of the bows was excellent. Didn't this mean he could not blame the bow itself if he could not shoot accurately?

Alvin knew that he wasn't good at this, but it was difficult for him to retreat from the current situation.

He had planned that when he was exposed, he would attribute it to the lacking of hardware, such as the quality of the bow wasn't good, he was not familiar with the bow, and so on.

But now he had to think of another way.

In the blink of an eye, Alvin had walked around the archery range for one round, passing by each of the bows.

However, he could not find a suitable bow that he could use as a scapegoat. The workmanship of these things was simply too exquisite. Even an amateur like Alvin could tell how exquisite they were.

It was not easy for him to find a bow that looked crooked. Alvin was overjoyed, but when he picked it up to take a look, he realized that it was deliberately crooked to make it easier to aim and avoid blocking the line of sight.

"Are you not satisfied with my bow?"

Graves looked at Alvin, who did not pick up any bow.

At times, when he finally picked up a bow, he would put it down and shake his head.

Therefore, the only thought that Graves had was his carefully selected treasures did not seem to be able to catch Alvin's attention.

As expected out of a master, he did not even have the desire to pick up and use ordinary bows.

Graves suddenly had another thought. In Alvin's eyes, these things might be similar to children's toys. Would this make Alvin feel a little unhappy and think that he was humiliated?

Thinking of this, Graves felt that he couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly asked.

"Master, are you not used to these inferior quality creations?"

Graves said loudly to Alvin, "If you feel that this batch of bows isn't good, please forgive me for not preparing in advance."

Alvin replied, "Ah? It's alright. I can see that they're quite expensive..."

He meant what he said. Due to his work, he was required to understand the construction industry. Thus he had some knowledge about wood. The wood used for these bows was undoubtedly excellent. The price of each bow was probably comparable to his current apartment.

Graves said, "Oh, then please pick one that you like and show your skills."

"Um..."

Alvin felt so embarrassed that he could dig out a house with his toes.

Everyone looked at him with anticipation. They wanted to know how different this so-called master archer was. There was also a suspicious look in Graves's eyes. Of course, he would not allow anyone who lied to enjoy the treatment of a guest here.

In the distance, Camilla was smiling with her eyes full of expectation.

In her impression, Alvin certainly did have some ability. So at this moment, she was eager for Alvin to prove himself to avoid being unable to explain their relationship.

Alvin swallowed a mouthful of saliva. At this moment, his every move was observed by everyone. They were trying to figure out the master archer's every move, and everyone was ready to learn every detail of his actions. They were even ready to cheer...

If these people knew that he was a fake master, Alvin wondered if he would be nailed to the shooting range and used as a target for practice.

"What I mean is..." Alvin suddenly thought of a good idea. Why should he tangle with them in areas that he was not good at?

Why not drag the situation to his advantage, which was his strength?

Alvin cleared his throat. "I mean, I want more challenging events."

Alvin meant that they should stop playing with bows and go for a tougher event like weightlifting.

But just as Alvin was about to say this, he saw Graves smiling.

"Oh, that's easy. Bring that thing over!"

Following that, Jax trotted into the building.

Alvin had to swallow what he wanted to say. At the same time, he began to think, "What is that thing?"

Soon, Alvin saw Jax bring over a cross-shaped bow.

Alvin looked for a long time before he was sure that it was indeed a bow.

But the difference was that it had the shape of a cross as if two bows crossed each other.

As for its bowstring, if he did not look closely, Alvin would have thought that it was four paddles.

The material used for this bow was unknown. The entire bow was not even painted. The four paddle-sized bodies of the bow together formed the shape of a windmill. The bowstring was like the unprocessed tendon. If it was placed on the ground, it would be the height of an adult.

Jax smiled and handed the bow to Alvin.

When Alvin took over the bow, he could feel the weight in his hands. It was not something that a human should use. It was more like a fixed military construction on the city wall.

"1200 pounds."

Jax smiled and said.

1,500 pounds was equivalent to five tons in modern units.

This was definitely not something that a normal person could draw.

In other words, one could draw it was not a human.

"This was a permanent facility on the ancient castle when I passed by in a country. I bought it over."

Graves explained.

"This thing was not designed to be drawn by the arms. As the other mechanisms weren't there at that time, I bought it as a collectible."

"Those people," Graves pointed at his hangers-on and said, "They occasionally challenge this thing as entertainment."

"But this thing is obviously not something that a person can draw to the fullest."

"In fact, you don't need to draw it to the fullest. You just need to draw a few centimeters, and it will have an extremely powerful strength."

Graves explained.

Since Alvin said that he wanted a tougher challenge, this was the first thing that Graves thought of.

Of course, this was not to make things difficult for Alvin. They had discovered when they were playing with this bow that by drawing the bow a little, they would have enough strength to hit the middle of the shooting range without any problem at all.

Graves thought to himself, no matter how knowledgeable a master archer was, he must have never seen this thing before, right?