"But even if there were no survivors, it wouldn't be a great loss for Styg anyway, right?"
After realizing this, I said, "Besides your sword, your intelligence really impressed me!"
Styg's eyes lit up. "The things I did were all the things my father told me to do."
"Well, then, are you willing to help me?" Styg extended his hand.
"Of course, but with one condition," I said, extending my hand to him.
Styg looked into my eyes and asked, "What do you want?" I smiled and replied, "I want the bow and the quiver. Besides being a good warrior, I also have perfect aim."
Styg fell silent and said, "Are you sure?"
I was silent for a few seconds, thinking. "Obviously, I'm good. I have a virtual lab in my head, and with the help of the aim-bot, I'm able to hit anything, even if it's moving..."
But since I couldn't say that, I shook my head and continued, "Yes, that's my condition."
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Some time later.
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