The lightning dissipated, and Ave hefted the crossbow, with the golden hair on her head swaying in the wind, feeling somewhat like "invincibility is so lonely."
Hagrid had a brainstorm and discovered that a swordsman is truly a rubbish profession.
No, to be precise, this isn't even a proper profession.
No organization, no path, no deity of belief, just those who have practiced swordsmanship for a while and haven't passed the knight's exam claiming to be swordsmen.
But Hagrid saw the future.
He wants to change his occupation to an arbalist.
He has a hunch that traditional skills practice might soon be abandoned by the era, the future is about fighting with equipment, and changing to an arbalist now will put him ahead of 98% of the people.
Damn it! He is truly too smart!
"Sheriff, how many gold lions did you spend on this crossbow? Is there any entry threshold for purchase?"
As for this ancestral knight's sword, it's better to put it back home for offering.
