I'm not a goblin Frankenstein's monster.

Then Xia Lin took out a bottle wrapped in oil paper from his bag and handed it over.

"This is the 'Dwarf Golden Wheat Spirit' from the Dwarf Tavern. It's said to be the strongest, knocking out an ordinary person after just one sip. It cost me five silver coins."

Sinda took the bottle, uncorked it, and sniffed it. A strong aroma of roasted malt and a spicy scent wafted out.

He immediately beamed and patted Xia Lin's arm hard: "Good lad! You've finally come to your senses! You know how to be filial to me now! All my hard work for you hasn't been in vain!"

Okay, for the sake of this wine, I'll give you a discount on the repair fee!

Xia Lin breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that the investment of these five silver coins had been worthwhile.

"Oh right, and this too."

Seeing Xia Lin put away the brand-new shield, Xinda seemed to remember something.

He turned around and took out a long, narrow object wrapped in soft cloth from the corner.

Upon opening it, there was the broken spear that belonged to Jimmy.

It has now been fully restored.

The broken section was cleverly joined and reinforced with a dark silver metal, the spearhead was re-polished to a gleaming shine, and the wooden handle was carefully cleaned and wrapped with anti-slip bandages.

Overall, it looks simple, solid, and full of power.

【Proof of the Warrior - Spear of Rebirth (Green) (Unyielding Fighting Spirit - Reforged)】

Type: Throwing/Piercing Weapon

effect:

Echoes of Battle: When carried, the holder's resistance to mental effects such as "fear" and "intimidation" is slightly increased (the actual effect is positively correlated with the holder's level of willpower).

Bloodrage: Slightly increases physical damage dealt when attacking beast-type monsters.

Throwing Novice (New): When used as a throwing weapon, its launch stability and initial velocity are slightly improved.

Description: A broken spear bearing the indomitable will of a warrior, reforged by a dwarven master, fusing tough materials with fighting spirit. It is no longer just a weapon, but a testament to and extension of courage.

"Where this spear is pointed, there is no fear."

Xinda commented: "The material itself is actually not bad."

If you use it now, it's a waste to just use melee attacks; you need to practice throwing.

"That's a good one; it could easily pierce through a leather armor within twenty paces."

Xia Lin thought to himself that he was just wondering where to use the [Precision Throw] attribute he had just created, and this spear came at the perfect time.

"Yes, I need to practice. Any suggestions, Mr. Sinda?"

"Let's find a target! There's a wooden target I use for practicing my arrows in the corner over there. You can use it for now." Xinda pointed to the corner of the shop. "Remember to return it to me when you're done practicing."

"Definitely, definitely."

Xia Lin, carrying the repaired spear and shield, and the slightly worn-out practice target, bid farewell to Xinda, who had already begun to squint and revel in the Golden Wheat liquor.

It seems the blacksmith shop won't be able to do business today.

He carried his practice rake and made his way to a secluded riverbank outside the town.

Setting the target ten paces away, Xia Lin weighed the reforged broken spear in his hand.

It has a solid feel and a perfect center of gravity.

Take a deep breath, feel the subtle "feel" brought by the "precision throw" attribute, engage your core, pull your arm back, and then take a step forward and throw!

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

The short spear traced a near-straight, short trajectory, embedding itself firmly in the center of the straw target, penetrating deep into the wood.

"Wow, it feels great!" Xia Lin's eyes lit up.

The effect of the entry was even better than he had imagined; the subtle control over force and direction at the moment of attack was almost instinctive.

He tried several more times, fifteen steps, twenty steps, and even tried throwing while moving, and the hit rate was quite impressive.

The spearhead made a sharp sound as it pierced the air, and when it struck the target, it made a solid, muffled sound.

Woody, perched on his shoulder, spoke lazily: "What's so great about hitting a dead target?"

In real combat, your targets will be lively, evasive, and even counter-attacking monsters.

Your approach is at best a beginner's guide to fixed targets.

Xia Lin froze, thought about it, and realized it was true.

The terms and conditions provide a basic foundation, but practical experience needs to be accumulated on your own.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to Woody, who was preening his feathers on his shoulder—a flying, talking, and quick-witted "sitting duck"...

Woody's preening of his feathers stopped abruptly, his eyes shifting warily to Xia Lin: "Hey! You look in the eye! What are you thinking? I'm warning you, Xia Lin, don't even think about using me for spear-throwing practice!"

Xia Lin touched her nose, somewhat embarrassed: "I'm just... thinking about it."

"Thinking about it won't work!" Woody flapped his wings, flew to his head, and gave him a light peck with his beak.

"This is a potential threat to your companion! I can sue you for abusing your magical creature!"

Xia Lin quickly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I'm not joking anymore. I don't need you to be my target."

Over the next two days, Xia Lin practiced spear throwing by the river in the morning and maintained his equipment in the afternoon to prepare for the upcoming mission.

Finally, the day arrived for the mission agreed upon with Griffin.

At dawn, Xia Lin donned his silver-scaled breastplate, carried a scaled shield and short spear on his back, and wore an old soldier's longsword at his waist.

He arrived at the meeting point near the riverside dock area at the agreed time.

To his surprise, Griffin was already waiting there.

The druid was still wearing his simple robe, exuding a peaceful aura. Upon seeing Xia Lin, he smiled and nodded in greeting.

"You're here quite early, Mr. Griffin," Xia Lin greeted him.

"I'm used to it," Griffin said gently. "We still have to wait for our companions on this mission; they should be here soon."

Xia Lin nodded, feeling somewhat curious about the lineup for this mission.

Griffin had previously only mentioned having strong teammates, but hadn't provided any specifics.

Not long after, a series of slightly loose footsteps approached. Xia Lin looked up and saw a group of people walking towards them.

The two were in charge.

One of them was an elderly man with gray hair and a serious face, dressed in a simple pastor's robe, holding an oak staff. His posture was steady, and his eyes were wise and firm—it was the old pastor, Far.

The person walking behind him made Xia Lin's pupils shrink slightly.

It was an extremely tall and robust figure, nearly 2.7 meters tall, with astonishingly broad shoulders, deep dark green skin, and muscle lines like bulging mountain rocks.

He wore a well-maintained sleeveless chainmail armor with simple holy symbols engraved on it.

He carried a heavy-looking battle axe on his back.

What is most striking is his face.

Rugged orc features, prominent jaw, slightly curved fangs, and a resolute square jaw.

But those eyes were not the ferocious blood red or murky yellow common among orcs; instead, they were a deep, rational brown.

At this moment, those eyes calmly scanned their surroundings, carrying a tranquility and...gentleness that was completely different from their fierce appearance.

His posture was proper, and he even turned slightly to the side of the old pastor to show respect.

This is the "powerful teammate" Griffin was talking about? A... half-orc?