"Looks like this method of learning spear techniques isn't effective."
Mydei looked at the spear in his hand, then at Derick clutching his stomach, his tone somewhat regretful.
Phainon stood nearby, nodding with a look of schadenfreude, "Yeah, otherwise I feel like Derick's strength would improve very quickly."
"I'd rather not improve my strength this way," Derick said, clutching his stomach with a pained expression.
He couldn't tell Mydei and Phainon how he acquired the Condemnation Hunter's archery skills. So, to test Mydei's hypothesis, Mydei had mercilessly given Derick two spear thrusts.
The result, naturally, was that Derick took two hits for nothing, and his spear skills didn't improve much.
It did, however, allow Mydei and Phainon to witness Derick's 'immortality'.
"His recovery rate is worse than mine, but considering he can ignore Castorice's curse, he could indeed be quite useful when retrieving Thanatos's Core Flame," Mydei thought to himself.
"Mydei, can you tell me your other hypothesis now?" Derick felt the pain in his stomach lessen slightly, then asked Mydei.
"The other possibility is that you, Derick, have a talent for archery. That's why you can learn shooting techniques just by watching."
Mydei's words made Phainon nod in agreement.
"That possibility is the highest."
Saying this, Phainon scratched his head in frustration. He said to Mydei, "Mydei, do you know how to train archery? Derick's shooting skills are at least equivalent to a Condemnation Hunter. I don't have a way to train his archery."
"Hmph, the dictionary of Castrum Kremnos doesn't contain the word 'can't'," Mydei crossed his arms.
Derick's eyes lit up, looking expectantly at Mydei, wanting to see what good method he had for training archery.
Phainon and Derick watched as Mydei walked over to a table, picked up a pen, and drew a circle on his chest.
"There's no better way to train archery than actual combat. Come, Derick, shoot at my chest."
After saying this, Mydei started moving at high speed. At a distance of fifty meters from Derick, he began dodging back and forth.
Derick hesitated slightly, and Mydei's scolding voice came, "Quick, shoot! If you don't shoot, I'll attack you."
Hearing this, Derick dared not hesitate any longer. He quickly raised his bow and shot at Mydei.
Several arrows in a row, none of Derick's shots hit. This was normal; Derick's archery was ultimately only at the level of a Condemnation Hunter, and his arm strength was even weaker than a hunter's. If Mydei could be easily hit by a Condemnation Hunter, it would be embarrassing even if he didn't die.
"Faster, faster! Your reaction isn't quick enough, and your prediction isn't accurate enough."
While dodging Derick's arrows left and right, Mydei scolded him.
Derick shot arrows with all his might.
As it turned out, this teaching method significantly improved archery skills quickly.
Through continuous shooting, Derick's aim became increasingly accurate. By the time Castorice arrived, Derick managed to graze Mydei's chest with an arrow, leaving a shallow wound.
"Not bad, Derick, that was a really accurate shot," Phainon gave Derick a thumbs-up from the side.
"Indeed, your archery has improved nicely," Mydei touched his chest, offering words of encouragement for Derick's progress.
"Derick, are you planning to train in archery?" Castorice asked, watching Derick's shooting movements with curiosity in her eyes.
"Yeah, I found out I have quite a talent for archery," Derick nodded, raising his bow with a smile. "Besides, keeping some distance makes me feel safer."
"Derick, your consideration is indeed very good. With us around, you can just shoot safely from the back," Castorice highly approved of Derick's idea.
Training Derick, Castorice didn't expect him to possess the combat power of a Golden One. She only hoped that during battles, Derick could protect himself. She would do her best with the rest.
Phainon crossed his arms behind his head and walked aside, "Since Castorice is here, it seems our training time is long enough. Let's go, Mydei. I'm tired today, let's go back and rest."
"What did you even do today?" Mydei snapped back at Phainon. Then he turned to Derick, "Derick, today's training results were very good. Come back tomorrow at the same time for training."
"Understood, Teacher Mydei."
Since Mydei had worked hard helping him train today, Derick naturally addressed him respectfully.
"Don't call me teacher, just call me Mydei." Being called teacher made Mydei feel a bit awkward; he told Derick not to address him as such.
After saying this, he turned and left without waiting for Derick's reply.
Once Phainon and Mydei had left, Castorice looked at Derick with a gentle smile, "Derick, let's go back and rest too."
"Let's go."
Derick and Castorice walked towards the Marmoreal Market.
However, after walking a short distance, a painful expression appeared on Derick's face. He hadn't felt it during the tense training, but now that he relaxed, the soreness in both arms hit him instantly.
Even though his body could recover, it still needed some time.
Castorice, watching from behind, showed a worried expression. Then, seeing his trembling arms, Castorice understood the source of Derick's pain.
"Derick, are your arms sore?"
"Yes." Derick looked at a nearby bench and said to Castorice, "Castorice, let's rest here for a while before going back, okay?"
Castorice nodded.
The two sat on the bench. Derick then embarrassingly discovered that while sitting on the bench, Castorice's feet could comfortably touch the ground, while his own sandals dangled in the air, still some distance from the ground.
When will I grow taller!
Castorice's gaze remained fixed on Derick. After hesitating for a moment, she asked Derick, "Derick, do you need me to give you a massage? I, I've seen others do it, but I haven't practiced it myself."
"Sure."
Who would refuse a massage from a beautiful girl? Derick turned around, presenting his back to Castorice.
Seeing Derick agree, Castorice was also very happy. She extended both palms, gently placed them on Derick's shoulders, and then slowly began to knead.
"How is it? Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it's very comfortable. Castorice, you can use more force." Derick shook his head.
"Okay."
Castorice slightly increased the pressure in her palms, massaging Derick's shoulders and arms.
The collar of Derick's shirt was gently pushed aside, revealing the boy's fair and delicate collarbone.
Castorice's gaze lingered for a few extra moments.
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