THE arrow shot, its speed producing a wheezing sound across the field. With a final whoosh, it landed on its target. The white-haired man who released the arrow looked at the wooden target which was approximately 3000 yards from where he was. His golden gaze could perfectly see that the arrow had hit the bullseye.
Wulfric didn't feel happy or excited seeing that. Because for him, what he did was only natural. He would probably be surprised if he actually missed. He stopped the horse and threw the long bow he was holding on the ground.
Not even a few hours in this place and he was getting bored again.
He was planning to do some mecha training all day today but Hildred suddenly told him that he found a place that could definitely relieve his boredom. It was a newly built recreational club that offered activities that were very common during the middle-age period of ancient Earth.
