Teacher [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

The Expedition Team had officially set out.

They had only just left Hobbiton, barely halfway through the first day of their journey.

The previously clear sky was suddenly shrouded by thick, dark clouds.

Immediately following, a torrential downpour descended from the heavens.

Having just cleared the forest, the group walking along the wide wilderness path had nowhere to hide and were instantly soaked to the bone.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

The downpour was like a deluge, with bean-sized raindrops lashing down upon their heads and faces.

It instantly dampened half the enthusiasm for adventure that had been burning in their hearts since leaving Hobbiton.

"Are we just going to keep walking like this, without finding somewhere to take shelter?"

Bilbo, struggling to keep his eyes open against the heavy rain, shouted at the group, who remained indifferent and continued to press forward.

"Mr. Baggins, this is just a summer squall; it won't last very long."

"There's nowhere to hide around here, so just hang in there."

"Getting rained on will make us stronger, Mr. Baggins; you need to get soaked a bit more."

A dwarf in the group immediately chimed in.

"Getting rained on makes you stronger? Is there really such a saying?"

Bilbo asked Morgan beside him, looking surprised as if he had misheard something.

"Perhaps. After all, there will be plenty more times we'll be getting rained on."

Morgan shook his head.

Come to think of it, it was fortunate that before meeting Gandalf, Morgan had spent half a month wandering and surviving alone in the wilderness.

This made the current Morgan much more accustomed to dealing with such harsh weather in the wild.

"Alright, it seems adventure is indeed a bit different from everyday life."

Hearing Morgan's words, Bilbo muttered to himself, barely managing to believe it.

"Hey, Mr. Gandalf, can't you do something about this heavy rain?"

At this moment, the dwarf Dori suddenly asked in a loud voice.

"A rain like this won't stop until it's finished."

"If you want to change the weather of the world, you should find another wizard."

Gandalf wiped the rainwater from his long beard and replied.

"Are there others?"

Bilbo rode his horse to catch up with Gandalf, who was in front of Morgan, and asked.

Gandalf: "What?"

Bilbo: "Are there other wizards?"

Gandalf turned his head to glance at Bilbo and said, "Of course, there are five in total."

"The most powerful among us is Saruman, the White Wizard."

"There are also two Blue Wizards, though I have all but forgotten their names."

Bilbo continued to ask: "And the last one?"

Gandalf: "The last one is Radagast, the Brown Wizard."

"Then what does he do? Is he the same as you?"

Bilbo kept asking Gandalf all sorts of questions about wizards, like a curious child.

Gandalf had a good temperament and kept answering all of Bilbo's questions.

This allowed Morgan, who was following behind the two, to take the opportunity to hear quite a bit of information outside of his remembered plot.

Just as the dwarf had said earlier, it was a summer squall.

Half an hour later, the heavy rain stopped.

The dark clouds on the horizon began to disperse, and rays of golden sunlight spilled onto the earth through the gaps in the clouds, shining brilliantly.

The sky, washed clean by the rain, became even clearer and brighter.

The silent atmosphere of the Expedition Team also faded away along with the passing rain.

With the dwarves around, the atmosphere of the group quickly became lively again.

With a large party of over a dozen people moving together, there was no need to worry about encountering wild beasts.

Even if they did, it would just be an extra meal for the group.

Just like that, time slipped away.

A month later.

Deep within a lush, dense forest.

Morgan held his longbow, carefully hiding behind a large tree.

Not far away, the dwarf Kili was also crouching cautiously behind a thicket of overgrown thorns, bow and arrow in hand.

A short distance ahead of them, seven or eight sturdy Spotted Deer were grazing.

The innate caution in the bloodline of these herbivores meant that after every few bites of grass, the Spotted Deer would lift their heads to scan their surroundings, remaining extremely vigilant.

Morgan raised his hand and signaled to Kili.

Having developed some tacit understanding, Kili nodded and immediately stood up to carefully circle around to the side.

Morgan remained in place, and once he saw Kili had reached a suitable position, he signaled again.

Kili nodded, chose a well-concealed spot, drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and waited in silence.

Seeing that Kili was in position, Morgan finally pulled one arrow from the quiver on his back, then pulled out a second.

A total of two arrows were nocked onto the longbow in his hand.

Indeed, after a month of familiarization and practice, Morgan was now capable of firing two arrows at once.

It was only now that he truly understood the power of LV2 Archery; he could barely be considered to have mastered it.

Drawing his bow and nocking the arrows, Morgan carefully leaned out from behind the tree trunk, but immediately pulled back when he saw the Spotted Deer in the distance lifting their heads to look around.

Waiting a few seconds and finishing his silent count, Morgan leaned out again, just in time to see the Spotted Deer lowering their heads to continue grazing.

"Now!"

Morgan's gaze became incredibly sharp and focused. He aimed his longbow at the herd of Spotted Deer and pulled the bowstring to its limit.

Whoosh.

The two arrows flew off the string with a piercing whistle.

The Spotted Deer were instantly startled by the sound of the bowstring and immediately bolted.

However, they were still a step too slow compared to the speed of the arrows.

Two Spotted Deer closest to Morgan's direction collapsed with mournful cries.

The remaining Spotted Deer scrambled to run for their lives, heading directly toward the direction Kili was guarding.

Whoosh.

A Spotted Deer charging head-on fell to the ground at the sound.

The remaining deer panicked and turned around.

At that moment, another melodious twang of a bowstring rang out.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Two lethal arrows arrived in an instant.

One Spotted Deer tumbled to the ground.

The other arrow grazed the neck of a deer, missing slightly.

The remaining Spotted Deer seemed to have gone mad with fear; they scattered in a panic, vanishing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

This hunt was a great success; Morgan had shot three Spotted Deer, and Kili had shot one.

Over the past month, Kili had become completely convinced by Morgan's archery skills.

On the way back while carrying the Spotted Deer, Kili did not forget to keep asking Morgan for advice.

Thanks to the system's infusion of knowledge and his own understanding of archery throughout this journey, Morgan was no longer the man he once was.

He was more than capable of teaching Kili.

Morgan held nothing back while instructing Kili.

He was willing to befriend the dwarves, as it would be beneficial for his future plans.

The benefit of his selfless teaching was that Kili now respected Morgan more and more, vaguely viewing him as a mentor.

Even the other dwarves in the Expedition Team had developed a greater sense of respect for Morgan.

When the two of them returned to the team's temporary campsite carrying the four Spotted Deer, they received a warm welcome.

It was only natural; hunting wasn't just about knowing how to use a sword or an axe—you had to be able to actually hit the prey.

By now, the team's meat supply—that is, the hunting—was almost entirely the responsibility of Morgan and Kili.

However, within the team, besides hunting, the two no longer had to do other chores.

For instance, cooking, feeding the horses, gathering wild vegetables, or standing night watch.