The old Duke quickly returned from observing the shooters; he rushed to Alessandro's side, "They are all sixteen or seventeen-year-old lads with good marksmanship, but... none of them are hunters."
"None of them are hunters," the old Duke repeated, somewhat surprised, then smiled with relief, "If they're not hunters, then I really must admire these young folks even more."
In the Northern Territory, those who dare to fire a gun from 1,500 meters away are hunters.
Normal soldiers would be forbidden from using such a weapon unless there were no one else left on the position.
"Sir Durin has allowed mortals to use this weapon, so does that imply that these youths, with just the right amount of stimulation, could grow into hunters, or even awaken themselves?" muttered the old Duke from Savoy, standing beside him.
The old Duke thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, the path of the hunter is often broken through during the life-and-death hunts."
