"Nine-ringed swordsman, Gregory, just call me Grey."

The young swordsman who led the team smiled and pounded his right chest, and Sawyer also gave a greeting: "Ranker, Sawyer, this is my sister, Greta."

"Nine-ring shooter, Hall."

The middle-aged archer's voice was a bit dull, but the look of looking at Soya was a little disdainful, especially when seeing Soya's slender and tender hands, as well as the empty waist and back, this disdain became even more obvious.

In addition to swordsman Gray and shooter Hall, the other three also introduced themselves separately, but what surprised Sawyer was that there was actually a spellcaster among these three!

Compared with the present world, this world is more violent, both in rules and energy free from space. It is more difficult to practice, meditate or release spells. Physical warriors and shooters are not bad, but people in these professions are more powerful in body and have stronger tolerance. The slightly violent energy causes limited damage to them.

But for mages, it is not that simple. The violent energy and rules make meditation much more difficult. Most people who want to become mages can't even pass the level of meditation. Some even have a little talent, but they hurt their mental power during the first meditation. They can only give up the path of the caster and stop below the Nine Rings for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, in this world, spell casters are definitely a rare profession. Compared with physical professions, the number gap is as high as hundreds or even hundreds of times. This is because all spell casters below the nine rings are included. If only masters above the nine rings and nine rings are calculated, the number of spell casters will be even scarce.

As if this saw Sawyer's doubts, Gregory smiled and wrapped around the spellcaster's shoulder: "Cori is my good brother, so I will naturally be together when I come out and go out!"

"You two...are really good relationship."

Sawy said a dry sentence, but Gregory smiled happier, and his arms around Corey's shoulders were also harder. Corey was a little embarrassed and wanted to break free from Gregory's arms, but his strength was too small. After struggling for a few times, he accepted his fate.

"Let's go, the mission target this time is a group of giant-eating wolfs outside Misal, the lower-level grey beasts living in groups. The number of individual tribes is usually only twenty, but you need to go to Misal to bring a witness first."

Gregory briefly introduced some tasks, looked at Sawyer again, frowned slightly: "By the way, Sawyer, you don't have weapons yet, are you?"

"Hey, that's it..."

Sawyer was really embarrassed this time. His weapons and equipment, as well as some daily resources, were stored in the space equipment, and then packaged these space equipment in a higher-level "private space". However, when he woke up in this world, he found that he had lost contact with the "private space".

Of course, it may also be left in the space and time of the present world. After all, unlike ordinary space equipment that have independent small spaces, although "private space" is more stable and can accommodate other ordinary space equipment, its own space needs to be attached to the space in the present world to exist.

But no matter what, for Sawyer now, all his equipment and supplies were "lost".

"Forget it, let's go to the mercenary market on the Seventh Ring Road to buy some equipment for you..."

Gregory sighed, and was interrupted by Saoya as soon as he was halfway through. Saoya rubbed his hands, and the embarrassment on his face became even more powerful: "No need, you can borrow the equipment you have replaced for a few days."

"Okay," Gregory nodded as he watched his teammates relax a little bit, "You said you are a ranger, so what other weapons have you learned besides bows and arrows?"

"Just a sword, just an ordinary long sword."

"Longsword? Just so happens that I have a long sword I have used before. I can use it after polishing it again. As for the bow and arrow, Hall?"

Gregory looked at Hall. He remembered that Hall had a short bow before, but later he became rich and sold another new one.

"It's okay to use my bow," Hall nodded with a smile, but when he turned to look at Sawyer, his face changed, and there was a little sneer on his lips: "But, do you really know how to use a bow? If you can just shoot an arrow, then forget it."

Faced with Hall's provocation, Sawyer shrugged and did not show any anger: "If you don't want to borrow it, then forget it, I'm quite confident in my swordsmanship anyway."

Holder suddenly felt that he had punched into the cotton, and his strength had nowhere to be vented. He glared at Sawyer and said, "Arrogant! You think you have practiced guidance techniques at a young age, and you are arrogant when you think you are a genius! Let me tell you, bows and arrows are not something you can learn casually! And it is not something that a young boy like you can master!"

"Well, I agree, can you learn bows and arrows just by chance?"

Unexpectedly, Saoya nodded and agreed with Hall's words. If he hadn't had the 1O-level longbow skill given by the system, it might have been how long before he could get started. But then Saoya changed the subject: "But you have never seen me shoot archery, why do you say I'm not proficient in bows and arrows?"

"Just based on your age, just your hands!"

Hall pointed at Sawy's hands, and the originally dull voice became sharp: "Your hand, whether it is the left or right hand, whether it is the tiger's mouth or finger, has no calluses at all, just like the hands of those little girls! Then you actually told me, you are proficient in bows and arrows? Then tell me, how many times have you shot in total!"

"About...several thousand times? Tens of thousands?"

Sawyer said it very plainly. In fact, he didn't know how many arrows he had shot. Just in the first week of the Elf Island, he shot hundreds of arrows. Including the practice arrows he used in the Elf Village, it may have been nearly a thousand times. From the time he traveled through time to the present, he was humble to say that he had shot tens of thousands of arrows.

"Thousands of times? Tens of thousands?" Hall's sneer disappeared, replaced by anger: "Do you think archery is a joke?! You are insulting the bow and arrow!"

"It's up to you."

Sawyer shrugged again, and suddenly lost his nature of speaking. He saw Hall's enthusiasm for bows and arrows, which is why he said so much to Hall, but in the same way, he didn't need to clarify anything to Hall.
Chapter completed!