Sending the Bow

"You're going to Bennett Castle now? It's not safe outside," the Knight Marshall said, not wanting Abel to go out in the current situation, not even with guards. All the orcs that appeared were level 6 or higher, and the guards couldn't withstand even one orc's attack. Abel himself was only a level 5 Rookie Knight with very low attack power.

"Uncle Marshall, I have to go. You saw the power of the bow I made. I need to deliver the new bow to Bennett Castle," Abel explained to the Knight Marshall.

"Why does Bennett get one without asking, and I have to ask you for it?" the Knight Marshall said with a hint of jealousy.

"This attack has made me very worried about Bennett Castle's safety. I must go and deliver the bow," Abel told the Knight Marshall with a determined tone.

"I'll go with you," the Knight Marshall said, a little helplessly. Compared to the castle's safety, he was more concerned about Abel's safety now. The castle had already killed most of the attacking orcs, and he believed no orcs would dare to come and die again.

"Uncle Marshall!" Abel knew it was very difficult for the Knight Marshall to leave the castle at this time. Although they were going to another castle not far away, if they were discovered, he would lose his territory for abandoning his post. Moreover, the castle's defense also required the Knight Marshall's command.

"It's fine. I'll change my clothes and accompany you. We can make the round trip in half a day with fast horses," the Knight Marshall knew what Abel was worried about. But the Knight's thought was that he could lose his territory, but he couldn't lose Abel. As long as Abel was there, with Abel's growth, everything would come, including a larger territory and a higher title.

It was already afternoon. Abel changed into leather armor and rode a warhorse. The Knight Marshall, on the other hand, had shed his flashy armor for inconspicuous leather armor. He even wore a hat with a face-covering function, concealing his golden hair. He didn't ride his own warhorse but a regular one.

Both warhorses were fed oats to reach their peak physical condition. Abel and the Knight Marshall didn't tell anyone. Amidst the joyous celebrations within the castle, they quietly left.

They didn't take a detour. The two horses galloped in a straight line towards Bennett Castle. The noble territory between Bennett Castle and Hari Castle was now deserted. In wartime, these civilians would gather in the castle, so Abel and the Knight Marshall encountered no one along the way.

Two hours later, Bennett Castle appeared on the horizon. Abel couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Bennett Castle stood quietly in the golden setting sun. The castle gate was tightly shut, and guards could be vaguely seen on the ramparts. Everything indicated that Bennett was safe and had not been attacked.

The arrival of the two horses triggered urgent bell tolls from the castle. Archers holding bows could already be seen in the battlements above the castle gate.

"I am Abel, open the gate," Abel shouted loudly.

"It's Young Master Abel," someone shouted back.

"Open the main gate," Knight Bennett's deep voice came, and the castle's main gate slowly opened.

As soon as Abel and the Knight Marshall entered the castle, the gate quickly closed.

"How dare you come to the castle at this hour?" Knight Bennett said to Abel in a scolding tone.

"Father, can we talk in a quiet place?" Abel glanced at the heavily disguised Knight Marshall beside him and said softly.

Knight Bennett naturally knew that Abel's arrival at the castle at this time must be for an important reason; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken such a big risk to come here.

Knight Bennett glanced suspiciously at the mysterious knight beside Abel and led them into the reception room, ordering no one to disturb them.

"Father, this is..." Abel was about to reveal the Knight Marshall's identity.

"Marshall, are you crazy? Leaving your territory at this hour?" To his surprise, Knight Bennett recognized the Knight Marshall at first glance.

"Heh heh!! You think I wanted to come? Your stupid son insisted on coming, so how could I not follow?" The Knight Marshall took off his hat, shook his long, suppressed golden hair, and replied irritably.

"You... you'll regret it if something happens," Knight Bennett shook his head helplessly and then turned to Abel, asking, "What's so urgent? Why are you so reckless? If Marshall is discovered leaving his territory, it will be troublesome."

"Father, I came to give you this," Abel said, handing over a compound bow.

Knight Bennett took the compound bow and played with it in his hand, asking in astonishment, "Just to deliver this?"

"What do you mean 'this'? This is the Hari Bow, the name I gave it," the Knight Marshall said, very displeased with Knight Bennett's attitude towards the Hari Bow.

Abel couldn't help but cover his head. The Knight Marshall had decided on the name of the bow without consulting him, and he had even used his own surname. Although Abel now shared the same surname, Abel was certain that the Knight Marshall had named it this way solely because he himself was named Hari.

"Here, try shooting an arrow," the Knight Marshall enthusiastically handed an arrow to Knight Bennett and enthusiastically guided him on how to aim and use the release aid. "Shoot at the wall," the Knight Marshall pointed at the opposite wall.

The reception room was large, nearly forty square meters. Knight Bennett was more than 20 meters away from the wall the Knight Marshall pointed to. Knight Bennett said nothing, released the string, and the arrow left the arrow rest. A piercing sound followed. The three looked at the wall, and the arrow was embedded in the stone wall.

Knight Bennett stared at the arrow in the wall in astonishment. He walked a few steps closer and tapped the wall with his hand, as if confirming its authenticity. He seemed to have forgotten that this was his own reception room.

He forcefully pulled the arrow from the wall. The arrowhead had penetrated two inches deep into the wall. The iron arrowhead had deformed due to the immense impact.

"This bow?" Knight Bennett looked at Abel.

Abel was about to speak when the Knight Marshall interjected, "You know, Abel is a master blacksmith." The Knight Marshall paused here.

Knight Bennett had deeply regretted sending Abel to the Knight Marshall as an adopted son since he learned that Abel had become a master blacksmith. Now that the Knight Marshall was mentioning Abel being a master blacksmith in person, his expression immediately darkened.

As if not noticing Knight Bennett's expression, the Knight Marshall continued, "To allow me to resist the orc attacks, he designed and made the Hari Bow for me. Just today, I used the Hari Bow to easily kill 12 orc cavalry. And they were all level 6 orc cavalry, mind you."

Knight Bennett couldn't help but look at the Hari Bow in his hand with some surprise. Now he understood why Abel had risked so much to bring him the Hari Bow. As for the Knight Marshall's words, based on his understanding of Marshall, believing half of it would be good.

However, his old friend Marshall was truly devoted to Abel. To ensure Abel's safety, he had gone this far. Knight Bennett believed he would have found it difficult to make such a decision himself.

Knight Bennett drew the bowstring again. He had already discovered the bow's advantages: it was difficult to draw, but it was easy to hold steady, allowing for better aim, and its power was terrifying.

The Knight Marshall looked at Knight Bennett with a hint of schadenfreude and said with a smile, "I forgot to tell you, Cecil, the Hari Bow cannot be drawn empty."

As Knight Bennett retracted the bow, his Battle Qi flashing, the Knight Marshall was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight, seemingly forgetting that he himself had drawn the bow empty.

Abel and the Knight Marshall didn't linger. After instructing Knight Bennett on how to use the Hari Bow, they quickly departed Bennett Castle.

It was already dark, but because they were very familiar with the road, especially the Knight Marshall who had traveled it countless times, the speed of the two warhorses was not slow under the guidance of the moonlight in the night sky.