Supreme Archer: Taking The Game's Weakest Class To The Top

"You think I could come by the tavern?" Jake asked as he followed Sin Blackberry in her wake.

Prince was on his side because he didn't have the invisible item.

He asked, "You got an idea for your own schemes?"

Jake chuckled, "Yeah. I can postpone it, but it'd be best to speak with the tavern's owner now. I know it goes against your plan, so I'm asking and not requesting anything."

Sin Blackberry pondered for a second.

She was in charge now and decided to risk exposing their presce in the outside zone to curry favor with Jake.

"Do your business," Sin Blackberry said, "You'll see us on the minimap, so do your best to not get any atttion before reuniting with us. We'll hide somewhere a here."

Jake nodded, "Sure. Thanks. I'll be back in a while!"

Secretly tering one of the dark alleys, Jake soon emerged from the darkness and casually headed to the tavern under one of the promint guilds.

Prince gazed at his back until he disappeared into the tavern.

He turned to his sister and smiled at her, "Has he gott into your eyes?"

"Don't be ridiculous. He's younger by five years," Sin Blackberry pierced her brother's visor, "I respect players with plans and those that are quick to uptake. He hasn't come here just to kill some monsters. Such players td to have a better future, and he seems like a solo player we could team up with a lot."

Prince chuckled, "Five years is not much of a gap."

"Quiet," Sin Blackberry's voice grew sharper.

Prince grinned, "Haha! Well, my dark horse surely hasn't come here only to level up! We'll mine together!"

"And just mining requires him to make deals with a tavern, the safest zone in the outside zone of the dungeon?" Sin Blackberry raised her points up.

Prince didn't have any reply to those words.

He mused aloud, "Yeah, that's interesting. My artistic sses tell me he has much more depth to himself! Can't wait to see what he's come up with!"

Sin Blackberry side glanced at her brother before closing her eyes.

She was like a veteran on a standby.

It was similar to Jake's breathing technique, which he'd inherited from his father.

In her case, it was a standby form Sin Blackberry had learned from the swordsmanship club she had attded since childhood.

Prince was like a casual player. He oped his game system and started checking its features.

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Jake tered the tavern.

His equipmt set was nothing special, so little atttion had fall on him. If he were to wear his mask, he would have picked up a fight with various players here, but Jake was rational ough not to do it.

The tavern's interior blew him away, though.

It was like an exquisite restaurant carved from high-quality wood.

Its furniture forced players to bond with each other as long tables and logs were scattered across the interior in rows. There was no private room for anyone, and if someone wanted to rest, eat, or drink, such a person would be compelled to feel the presce of other players side to side.

In a good way, it allowed players to make connections better. Good behavior was also rewarded by the tavern's guild, as they tded to invite comporting players to the dungeon expeditions.

It was a reason why there wasn't much commotion inside.

Of course, loud talks, cheers, or harmless argumts boomed across the tavern. The latter was oft a result of losses in gambling, as not many players could easily part away with their hard-earned income.

That said, looking at players with various builds, skins, and races acting with proper decorum was charming.

It was an especially peculiar experice to see a short man sandwiched betwe two muscle freaks, all laughing and drinking beer together.

'It's differt from the tavern I had se Aaron in. It's so bright and more welcoming… I guess they want to attract players of various personalities and origins here. It's a nice place,' Jake thought.

He was a young man who couldn't go against his hormones, so his eyes rested more on waitresses and their outfits who didn't know the word 'shame' but undoubtedly knew the meaning of 'boundaries', creating the perfect equilibrium on which m of any age could joy or be attracted to.

A dazzling smile held Jake in a spot.

One of the waitresses had caught sight of him and breezed to him. She was a player since it was difficult to bring any common residts to the outside zone of the dungeon.

She asked, "First time to Sunshine Tavern? Need a hand?"

Jake smiled, "Need a hand sounds like a dangerous phrase to use."

"Anyone that makes it suggestive gets a hand on their cheek—a slap," the waitress winked at Jake.

Jake grinned, "I take this is a part of the fun working here. Having the protection Of The Gold Lotus must allow you to slap anyone that comes here with bad manners."

The waitress nodded, "The pay is better than most part-time jobs I've had searched for, you know? I joy the mood and connections I make here, too."

"Sounds like an influcer… semi-influcer? Well, I thought about it, too. Anyway, I need your help. Could you tell the owner of this place to message me? I come with a pretty good deal, I believe." Jake shared his intt with the waitress.

She found him likable and chill, so she decided to risk her time and agreed to his request. Once Jake shared his nickname with her, she took a good look at him before heading upstairs.

The other floors were accessible only to the guild members of The Gold Lotus.

Jake sat down on the log at the long table.

A few guys approached him for a casual talk.

Of course, the talk revolved a skills, powers, and wom.

"The waitress you've talked with is pretty cute, isn't she? No one has pulled her!"

"Try your luck, lil bro!"

"Dates in dungeon work, you know? Who said you can't pick up girls in the dungeon?"

Jake chuckled and shook his head, "I relish in big chests."

"My boy! Haha!"

"Haha! One of us, indeed!"

"So, how about this one? She might inhale your tire soul!"

Alas, he hadn't dodged the bullet.