I am the Enchantress!

"sure."

Wilder readily agreed.

He'd wanted to try it for a long time.

[Command] Just how far can this expertise go?

If it can truly and reliably help professionals advance their careers, then why bother becoming a civil servant in an association?

Establishing a professional training academy would definitely make a fortune!

However, he still had some reservations about testing Lyle.

"Are you alright? You can try again in a while."

"Don't worry about that."

Lyle waved his hand, "Rangers and warriors are different. Level 2 archery doesn't require much strength, so I don't need to exert too much effort."

"That's good." Wilder was relieved. "What's the name of your level two archery skill?"

"Hurricane Arrow".

Lyle explained, "The effect is that the arrows are blessed by a hurricane, making them extremely fast and able to penetrate the toughest leather armor."

Wilder only needed the name and didn't pay much attention to what was said afterward.

But when he heard the words "blessed by the hurricane," he frowned.

Last time, when choosing one of three specializations, there seemed to be an option called "Arrowhead Expert," whose description was "Always blessed by hurricanes."

It's actually a level 2 archery skill of a ranger?

What a huge loss!

I really suffered because of my lack of knowledge.

Seeing his serious expression, Lyle assumed something was wrong and asked, "Is the name too complicated for the command spell to work with?"

"Oh, no, that's perfectly fine."

Wilder regained his composure and instructed, "The Command spell only lasts for three seconds and is limited to a single action, so you'd better nock your bow before I cast the spell."

"OK."

Lyle picked up the white longbow made of holly wood.

With your left hand loosely gripping the bow handle, the web of your thumb and forefinger resting firmly in the center of the grip, extend your left arm straight out and raise the longbow to shoulder height.

With his right hand, he drew an arrow from the quiver behind his back, precisely nocked the arrow into the bowstring, hooked three fingers around the back of the string, and slowly pulled back with his shoulder down.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and took less than a second.

"I'm ready."

"it is good."

Wilder took a deep breath, then roared, unleashing a torrent of powerful magical energy:

"Hurricane Arrow!!!"

In an instant, Lyle's mind went blank, leaving only these four words.

He mechanically tensed his back, his entire shoulder line stretched backward, the bowstring was pulled to its limit, and finally stopped between his lips.

The bowstring suddenly snapped open.

Arrows shot out!

"call out--"

The arrow was extremely fast and powerful; before the sound of it piercing the air had even dissipated, it had already struck the tree trunk a hundred feet away.

The ancient tree, which takes three people to encircle, trembled slightly.

Lyle regained consciousness.

He glanced at the longbow in his hand, then looked at the cracked tree trunk in the distance, his expression complex.

"Did it work?" Wilder asked.

Lyle shook his head: "No."

"Even the ancient trees trembled; isn't that enough power?"

"After a level 2 archery skill is used, the arrow will have a layer of strange light on it."

His tone was calm, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Although that arrow had good power and speed, it was clearly not favored by the hurricane."

"Uh... how can one receive such favor?"

"I don't know either."

Lyle smiled wryly. "The abilities of a ranger require resonance with nature, but how to achieve that requires sudden enlightenment."

Wilder nodded.

He roughly understood why the [command] had failed on Lyle.

Cyrion was able to use a level-two combat skill under orders because his body had already mastered the skill; what he lacked was the awareness and understanding of his own mind.

Lyle, on the other hand, was different. His archery skills required more of a resonance with nature than to be controlled by his own consciousness.

To put it simply, a command can only make the object do what it is capable of, but it cannot change its connection with the outside world.

"Sorry I couldn't help."

"It's okay, at least we tried this direction."

As Lyle spoke, he pulled a thin booklet from his pocket and wrote something on it with charcoal.

"What are you writing down?" Wilder asked curiously as he leaned closer.

"Thoughts after failure," Lyle said with a slightly embarrassed smile. "For a ranger, insights are very important, so I always make a record of each practice session for easy review later."

"oh oh."

Wilder glanced at it; Lyle's handwriting was beautiful, and it wasn't in the common language, but rather in the Elven script.

[Bewitchment spells are ineffective against Hurricane Arrow]

Although he didn't understand Elvish, Wilde quickly recognized what he was writing thanks to the passive ability of the [Linguist].

Lyle is a very hardworking person.

To draw an analogy, they are somewhat like those serious, top-performing students in my high school classroom in my past life.

"Do you understand Elvish?" Lyle asked.

"I don't understand, I just think the writing is quite beautiful," Wilder mumbled.

He wasn't wary of his teammates, but he couldn't explain the abilities the system had given him, so he decided to play dumb.

"Then take it and have a look, it's fine."

Perhaps every half-elf with elven blood carries a certain awkward pride, and when Wilde praised the beauty of the elven script, he couldn't help but feel a little pleased.

"Ah, okay."

Wilder took it and flipped through it casually.

Without realizing it, he noticed two unusual lines of text on the previous page.

It was neither a common language nor an Elvish language, but rather two lines of text that were intertwined like vines.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Oh, that's ancient Elvish, I can't understand it either," Lyle explained. "These two lines are written in the Hunter's Notebook of Hurricane Arrows, and I just copied them down."

"Um……"

Wilder's gaze never left those two lines of text.

Unlike Elvish, whose meanings instantly surfaced in one's mind, those two lines of ancient Elvish seemed to be protected by some kind of magic, silently concealing their secrets.

Wilder did not give up and fought against it with sheer willpower.

finally--

"Click."

A sound seemed to come from the depths of his mind, as if a certain mechanism had been forcibly pried open.

The text, which has stood the test of time for thousands of years, has slowly revealed its translation.

[When shooting against the wind, the stronger the wind resistance, the greater the force accumulated in the bow arm.]

Only by knowing the headwind can one know the tailwind.

I understand it now.

"So engrossed in watching?" Lyle patted him on the shoulder. "I can teach you some basic Elvish sometime."

"OK."

Wilde snapped out of his daze and handed the booklet back to him.

"You go to the association for the evaluation first, I'll stay here and practice for a while longer."

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Wilder nodded and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and casually said:

"Lyle, when I was a kid, I wasn't very fast, so I had a sudden idea to try practicing against the wind. Once I could run fairly fast against the wind, I suddenly discovered that I could run incredibly fast with the wind at my back."

"Huh?" Lyle didn't understand.

"What I mean is..."

Wilder smiled. "To get the hurricane's favor, did you try practicing against the wind first?"