The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game Chapter 218

  Chapter 218 Until her actions, we will manipulate

   Logically speaking, hunting in winter is a very weird behavior.

Many large creatures need to rely on sleep and fat stored in other seasons to survive the cold winter. Ordinary animals are basically unlikely to move outside in winter, and weak animals obviously will not bring the thrill of conquest to humans. , hunting becomes meaningless.

  Except for powerful monsters, but if you encounter such monsters, it may not be easy to say who hunts who.

  In short, the hunting time of normal people is basically at the beginning of spring, and hunting in winter is an unwise choice.

   However, everything has its own solution.

  For a powerful nobleman, hunting large animals in winter is not impossible, it's just a little troublesome.

  For example, forcibly find out the hibernation dens of those animals, break their original peace, force them to leave the nests they made, and expose them to the snow-covered land.

  This kind of behavior will undoubtedly make them go berserk, but in front of humans with tools, their rage is meaningless.

  The snow-white arrow feathers pierced through the space with the sound of howling wind, sank deeply into the moose's head, and then pierced out from the opposite side.

  With a loud noise, the moose weighing hundreds of catties fell to the ground.

"Great!"

  Master Traore excitedly raised his longbow—it was a specially made magic weapon that allowed users to draw the bowstring effortlessly. It was very suitable for those who were not strong enough.

  As the moose fell to the ground, everyone applauded.

"Amazing!"

   "Master is awesome!"

   "My God, amazing archery skills!"

   Young Master Traore is very satisfied with everyone's flattery.

  He was able to raise his head, and the corner of his eyes was always on the **** the side.

  Because of his fault, the girl almost got angry just now. Although he thought it was not his fault, since he had already walked down the other party's steps, he must take other measures to mend the broken relationship.

   Ingratiatingly approaching the girl, the young master presented his longbow: "Sister Corinna, do you want to try it? It's very useful!"

   Corinna didn't speak, but silently picked up her longbow.

  Her longbow is the most unpretentious classical longbow. Compared with her figure, it is a little abrupt. No one can think that it is a girl's weapon at first glance.

  However, under the seemingly light pull of the girl, the longbow actually bent into a waning moon in her hand.

  The next moment, she let go of her hand, and the bowstring slammed the surrounding air into ripples, and the arrow feathers sank into the sky in an instant.

   "Pt"

  The bird pierced by the wooden arrow fell to the ground, its white feathers mixed with the snow, making it difficult to distinguish.

   "That's great."

  The little boy clapped his hands mechanically, his eyes full of shock.

  The combination of the longbow and the girl is a very strange combination, and it is so skillfully used by the girl, it is hard not to be surprised.

   However, in the face of the boy's praise, Corinna only shook her head.

   "Not good enough."

   "Eh?!" The boy scratched his head, "Sister Corinna, you are too modest, I can't even see that bird, yet you shot it down."

"No, it's really not good enough." Corinna whispered while holding the longbow, "My strength is not strong enough. When I draw the bow, I can only try my best to keep my waist straight. Although I can maintain my shape, it is not enough. Lightness, in the eyes of outsiders, is definitely more or less awkward - if you do it forcibly, it will definitely reduce the perception."

"what??"

  The boy didn't understand what Corinna said in a daze.

  In his opinion, being able to shoot down a bird flying at an unknown height is the most powerful and powerful thing. Shouldn't the girl's words be indifferent?

  The important thing in hunting is to catch the prey, not the posture or the like?

  What's the use of looking good, if you can't find it, it's still useless?

   Corinna just shook her head.

  In fact, many emerging nobles today are like boys, who regard these simple etiquette as useless. They are more pursuing pragmatism and no longer want to maintain these unnecessary "face-to-face".

Although the Christine family is also one of the emerging nobles, but because of their different status, Christine is determined to build herself into an unstoppable traditional nobleman, and maintaining etiquette is undoubtedly one of the compulsory courses for traditional noblemen. As the most obedient child in the family, Corinna's choice is naturally to do her best.

  Maybe, this will make the parents look at her differently?

   After all, saplings always have to be a bit out of the way to grow into big trees. If they are buried in the soil blindly, they can only become nourishment for other trees.

  Of course, besides this, she really likes the process of practicing etiquette.

  That kind of process made her feel that she had become tough enough.

  At the same time, she likes all kinds of origins and stories in various etiquettes, and the rich history contained in them.

  —these are all reasons she is passionate about maintaining perfect manners, and she won't tell anyone about it.

   After a pause, Corinna didn't talk to the boy any more, but turned to look at Lynn.

  She is the guest of the boy and others, but she is also the main messenger who invited Lynn and Alyssa over. She cannot ignore the experience of the two.

   "Miss Alyssa." She asked softly, "Do you want to try it?"

  Alyssa waved her hands again and again: "No, no, no, I don't know how to hunt. You can play by yourself."

  Alyssa's words drew strange looks from the others, but Corinna only shifted the position of the horse silently, blocking those sights.

   Immediately, she looked at Lynn again: "Sir, what about you?"

   "I'm not very good at it either." Lynn said honestly.

"Ok."

   "Sister Corinna." At this moment, the neglected little boy became dissatisfied.

  He wanted to say, what do you care about them, they are just a group of civilians, it is enough to make them feel honored to have them stay with us, and invite them to hunt.

  Of course, he only dared to think about these words in his heart, and under Corinna's oppressive eyes, he really didn't dare to say them directly.

   Feeling angry and having nowhere to vent his anger, he looked at Lynn.

   "Hello." He pointed to Lynn and said, "You, come and compare with me."

   "No." Lynn refused very simply.

  The boy said angrily: "No, you want to come!"

"Not coming."

  Boyishly, he threw the longbow at Lynn.

  He has grown up so much, few people will refute his words like this.

   "Why don't you come, aren't you. Are you afraid of me!"

  He used aggressive words jerky, but Lynn didn't even bother to raise his eyes.

   "Competing with you is a very meaningless thing."

   "I win you, I get nothing, except wasting time, useless."

   "You" the boy was completely angry, "Hurry up and compete with me! If you lose, you will be my horse!"

   "For some things that cannot exist in the world, my suggestion is that you dream about them at night."

"asshole!"

   Seeing the boy baring his teeth and claws as he tried to pounce on Lynn, Corinna knew that she could no longer snicker at this time.

  She reached out and grabbed the boy by the collar, and put him back on his own horse.

   "Master Traore, losing his mind is not a phenomenon for an elegant nobleman."

  The boy couldn't be more hideous in front of Corinna, he said aggrievedly: "Then let him compare with me."

"Ok"

   Corinna glanced at Lynn who was playing with the longbow thrown by the boy.

  Watching him holding the bow with his left hand with a white glove, gently plucking the bowstring with his right hand, and trying to pull it into a full moon facing the sky as if curious, a scene suddenly appeared in the girl's mind.

   Immediately, she sighed and said.

   "I advise you to give up this idea. Although I don't know his strength, I think you must be the loser."

   "Why."

  The boy was very wronged, but the girl no longer wanted to say anything to him.

   "Sir." Corinna came to Lynn and asked softly, "You should know how to shoot arrows, right?"

   "A little bit." Lynn asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

   "No" Corinna hesitated to speak.

   "If you have any questions, you can speak up."

   "Okay." Corinna said softly, "Actually, I kind of want you to go hunting."

   "Huh? Do you still want me to compete with him?" Lynn turned his head and glanced at her, "Okay, if it's your request."

   "No, no, no." Corinna waved her hands again and again, explaining nervously, "I didn't mean that, I just... want to see how you look when hunting."

"Oh?"

  Lin En squinted at her, and after a while, suddenly laughed.

   "Okay." He responded softly and opened his palm, "Arrow."

   Corinna handed over her arrow in good time, and changed the bow by the way.

   "That's a kid's toy," she added.

boy:"."

  Lin En didn't have much opinion, and only gently stroked the longbow that Corinna gave him.

   Immediately, he put the longbow on his lap, clasped his hands together, and placed it on his chest, muttering something incessantly.

  The boy on one side wanted to lean over to listen, but was held back by the slightly nervous Corinna, so he only heard some words like "Goddess is above" and "Grateful for the gift from the Goddess".

   "Pretentious."

   Corinna glanced at the boy coldly, so the latter shut his mouth obediently.

  After dealing with the boy, the girl looked at Lin En again, watched him pick up the bow, and lightly kicked the magic horse under his feet.

  The demon horse let out a roar, and all kinds of horses stepped on the ground and rushed forward. It ran wantonly on the silver land, leading its master to look for prey.

   This is an endless plain, and there are not many obtrusive shelters to hide the prey. The magic horse easily caught a porcupine trying to find a shelter.

  The next moment, it jumped high, and on its back, the young man was holding a full moon.

  The snow-white arrow feathers trembled slightly on the prey, driving the young man of the magic horse to bend down nimbly, scoop it up, turn around again, and return to the team.

  In the team, Corinna was stunned.

  Before she would say that the reason why the boy is absolutely inferior to Lynn is that she realized from the relaxed and familiar look of Lynn plucking the bowstring that he definitely knows more than "a little bit".

   But what she never expected was that this "little bit" actually amounted to more than a billion points.

  His hunting is real hunting, but while determining the target, he also incorporates a special beauty into it.

  The running of the horse, the timing of drawing the longbow, and the moment when the arrow feathers flew out seemed to be just right.

   Corinna knew why.

   This "Mr. Hodsous", he knows what is the real hunting etiquette.

The boy's hunting has no beauty, only strength, and it still relies on the external force of tools. It has no ornamental value at all, and it is just hunting purely for hunting; while his own hunting is beautiful, but it is more or less rigid, blindly pursuing posture. Standard, ignoring what hunting is supposed to be.

  Youth is different.

  The etiquette he has is a combination of the two.

  Power and beauty are in it.

   This is an extremely rare thing. It is a etiquette that has been lost in the Rhine Kingdom. Even the nobles of the Rhine cannot have it. It only exists in older places.

Corinna stared blankly at the young man's face, and sighed deeply: "I remembered, before, when you were riding a horse, your movements always seemed familiar to me, but compared with mine, your movements are somewhat familiar. It is complicated and locked, so I thought you were a nobleman from a remote place in the Rhine, but now it seems that I am blind."

  "The etiquette I have mastered, whether it is horse riding or hunting, is only passed down to later generations, but what you have is the oldest and most elegant etiquette."

   "You, from the Empire, right?"

  Although the words are interrogative sentences, the tone of the girl is so uncertain.

The memory of the etiquette class slowly emerged, and she remembered that the teacher once told her that the current etiquette of the Rhine nobles has abandoned most of the complicated pre-processes, including the "prior" that was forgotten over time. Pray to the Goddess."

   These things, in the eyes of most people nowadays, are "useless things", but they also once represented a period of human history.

   As for the girl's question, Lynn just smiled: "You are a little too excited."

   Corinna just realized that her hand had already grasped the young man's hand without knowing when.

  She hurriedly retracted, shyness welling up in her heart.

   It seems a bit too much.

  She tried to attribute this passing to her pursuit of etiquette, but the voice in her heart resisted her and said, "We don't accept this reason."

   Corinna didn't have time to think deeply, and apologized: "Sorry, sir, I"

  Lyn smiled and said he didn't care.

   Immediately, the two had a little conversation.

  As a bystander, Alyssa listened silently to the exchange between the two. At the same time, she found that after the girl "guessed" Lynn's identity, her emotions seemed to become a lot more excited, and even the girl's reserve seemed to relax a little.

   She was curious as to why.

"It's actually very simple." Lin En quietly came to her side and explained her doubts in a low voice, "As a nobleman, no matter how peaceful she is, she will always have a sad thick wall in her heart towards ordinary people Obstacles—it's a very normal thing, and it's very unlikely that anyone, except some saints, will get rid of it.”

"And after she 'deduced' my identity, she took it for granted that we belonged to the same class, and naturally felt a little more closeness in my heart. Although there may still be a gap in status, it is far more important than class. The difference is easier to accept, and the communication we have had made her feel quite good about me, so she naturally moved my position a little to the inside of the psychological defense line."

  Alyssa scratched her head half-understanding: "It seems to be very powerful, so what's next?"

   "Next."

  Lin En smiled and said softly: "Let her put us forward again."

   "To what extent?"

   "Until she trusts us."

   "—Then, we will manipulate her actions."

  (end of this chapter)

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