The other villagers looked at one another, unsure what to say for a moment. They muttered to themselves, "Moke has gone too far. He's even more shameless than the village chief!" The pirates, meanwhile, were stunned. They had thought they were already good at flattery, but they had met a true rival today.
The way Alvida looked at Moke was now completely different from her earlier scrutiny; it was filled with satisfaction. Although her subordinates flattered her every day, no one had ever praised her in a way that made her as delighted as Moke had.
Thank goodness! Moke secretly rejoiced. What he had feared had not actually happened, and Alvida quickly recovered from her earlier state. However, what surprised Moke was that Alvida treated him quite kindly and even took the initiative to ask, "What weapons are you good with?"
Moke thought for a moment before answering frankly, "I'm skilled with guns. Especially within two hundred meters, I can hit the target every time." He was not merely talking big; he had real grounds for saying so.
Thinking back to the live-fire shooting exercises during his university military training, Moke's shooting results had ranked first in the entire school. His outstanding performance caught the instructor's attention, who believed he had the potential to become a crack shot and gave him special training. After a period of intensive training, Moke had no trouble firing a rifle at targets two hundred meters away.
The instructor had greatly admired Moke's talent and strongly urged him to join the military, believing he would surely shine there. However, Moke had little interest in becoming a soldier. He had his own plans and ambitions. Though the instructor regretted his decision, he ultimately respected Moke's choice.
Hearing Moke's answer, Alvida's eyes flashed with approval. She immediately