However, as for himself, Alvin thought that he didn't seem to have that ability yet.
Alvin looked at himself. He was just an ordinary risk control worker. He didn't have any special skills, and he wasn't good at singing and dancing.
Perhaps the only thing special was that his girlfriend was exceptionally beautiful?
As Alvin was thinking about this, he suddenly thought of his other ability.
That was the 340 points of strength attribute that he had obtained because of the system.
According to Alvin's experience, when he had just obtained the system, the attribute value indicated that his strength attribute was 40 points.
In other words, the strength of an ordinary person was around 40 points. After Alvin's self-test, he discovered that the so-called 40 points actually meant 40 pounds. This was roughly equivalent to the normal weight that an untrained person could lift.
And now his strength had reached 340 points, which was almost six times that of a normal person.
This could indeed be regarded as a specialty.
But it would still be a bit awkward, as he couldn't reply, 'Hello, Sir, I'm a weightlifter.'
Alvin knew that if he said this, the other party would probably laugh because his figure didn't look like that of a strong person.
With a scrutinizing gaze, Graves looked at Alvin again.
This man was a guest invited by his daughter.
As far as the private lives of his children were concerned, Graves usually did not interfere. The main reason was that Graves did not want his children to care too much about his private life, too. It was good that everyone kept a certain distance from each other.
However, considering the special situation at the moment, his daughter Camilla had privately invited a strange man over without notice and treated him as a guest. No matter how one put it, this matter would have impacted her reputation.
In the education policy of the ancient nobles, an unmarried woman would be impacted even if she just said a word to a man.
Although Graves did not want to follow the classical way of making family rules, at least he had to have some respect for it.
This Alvin did not seem like the kind of man worthy of Camilla, no matter how he looked at him.
Moreover, he did not look like an elite from a certain industry, but more like an insurance salesman. This kind of person was proficient in the art of talking and was good at studying the hearts of others. Perhaps Camilla had been sweet-talked and deceived by this person?
The more Graves looked at him, the more he felt that something was wrong. He wanted a reasonable explanation, so he glanced at Camilla and gave her a meaningful look. Camilla turned her head away and did not reply.
There was still silence in the dining room and everyone was wondering what to do next.
Just as Alvin made up his mind to explain that he was a weightlifter...
Camilla suddenly spoke.
"He is a master archer. I would like to ask him about archery, especially about the dangers of hunting with a bow."
Alvin clicked his tongue.
"What master archer?"
"I couldn't even hit a can with a slingshot when I was young!"
He knew that he didn't deserve this title.
The reason for this misunderstanding was probably due to what had happened at the archery range.
At that time, Alvin relied on his strength advantage and didn't use any techniques to exert force. He had forcefully pulled open a 300-pound hard bow.
From Camilla's point of view, this was what a master archer should do.
After all, under normal circumstances, an expert might not be able to draw a strong bow.
Firstly, one might not have sufficient strength. Secondly, even if one could draw a strong bow, one would still need a lot of strength to maintain balance. Thirdly, drawing a strong bow did not have many advantages. It was usually used to show off one's skills.
However, someone who could draw a strong bow was most likely an old hand.
That was why there was such a misunderstanding. At this moment, Alvin had transformed from an ordinary person to a so-called "master archer".
"Oh? You're good at archery? That's great!" After hearing these words, the doubtful eyes of Graves suddenly brightened. He extended his hand and made an inviting gesture.
"Do I have the opportunity to experience the archery art of a master archer?"
Graves insisted on not using firearms when hunting. In fact, modern firearms were almost a destructive blow to wild animals. If he did that, he would lose the thrill of hunting itself and become a one-sided massacre of his prey.
Graves was also passionate about all kinds of cold weapons. In his opinion, these steel-forged weapons were completely dependent on the strength of the user. It was a personal art.
However, there were not many places in the current society where he could use cold weapons. He couldn't ride a horse and raise a lance to poke people on the street, right?
Therefore Graves chose to use the skills related to cold weapons while hunting. He followed the ancient aristocratic hunting methods recorded and learned how the hunting activities in the cold weapons era were conducted.
In order to train himself, the hangers-on that Graves recruited were mostly people who were proficient in a certain kind of weapon.
This kind of people's status in society was just ordinary. They usually had essential jobs, and in their spare time, they were the leaders of some kind of weapon circle.
As the skills were not useful in real life, and could not be shown in front of others, the audience was naturally small.
Therefore without much effort, Graves had recruited practitioners for almost a full set of weapons.
As for archery, Graves was more than willing to accept anyone.
There were too many types of bows and all kinds of different shooting methods.
Therefore when he heard that Alvin was a master archer, Graves was immediately interested.
"It's not so. I'm still far from the level of a master."
Alvin explained as he didn't want to show his face in the archery field. Doing so would completely expose the fact that he was a dabbler.
However, Alvin's truth was taken by Graves as being humble.
"A true master will always have the heart of an apprentice. Very good. Your name is Alvin, right? Do I have the honor to learn your shooting art?"
"Uh..."
Alvin was stunned. The master of this villa had extended an invitation not fit to his identity. It was as if he had downgraded himself and wanted Alvin to go to the archery range.
At this time, Camilla began to wink at him, as though she was saying, "Quickly go! Quickly go!"
That was true. In Camilla's eyes, she probably thought that Alvin was a hidden expert.
Alvin took a deep breath. It seemed that he couldn't avoid this disaster.