"Hunter?"
Roland wasn't surprised that learning Basic Archery could lead to the Awakening of a new Profession.
His gaze simply lingered on the last line of text, his brow gradually furrowing.
'Two survival skills...'
'What exactly do these survival skills include?'
'Making a fire with a hand drill? Purifying water? Or identifying edible things in the wild?'
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.
Roland looked up at the completely darkened sky, then finally shook his head, temporarily suppressing his chaotic thoughts.
'Forget it. I'll save the testing for tomorrow.'
He stretched his arms, sore from the long practice session, and carefully collected the Arrows scattered around the target before leaving the training ground.
As the night breeze swept across the manor's path, Roland suddenly recalled the information John had shared last night.
'That's right, I should go ask Mr. Bronson if he knows anything about the strange things happening in Black Pine Forest...'
