Chapter 284 This Game, I Must Play It?
Isabella knew the white tiger wouldn't hurt anyone, so she wasn't scared anymore. She squatted down and hugged its fluffy neck.
The tiger's white short fur was kept very clean and felt really nice to touch. The fur also gave off a faint pleasant scent.
Isabella gathered her courage and took a deep sniff of the tiger.
Seeing that the tiger didn't mind, Isabella took another sniff.
Dane was stunned.
Other people pet cats, but she's petting a tiger?
The key thing was, Isabella was being so bold touching it, yet Pippa wasn't even angry and just let her pet him.
It was truly unbelievable.
This was Dane's first time seeing the white tiger so gentle and obedient, so he got tempted too.
He wanted to touch it as well.
With this thought, Dane also squatted in front of the white tiger and carefully moved closer.
However, before he could even touch it, the white tiger slapped him across the face with its paw. The white tiger squinted its crimson eyes and looked at him coldly, as if saying "get lost."
Dane: "..."
Alright, he wasn't worthy.
Isabella really liked this tiger and felt a sense of closeness to it.
She took out some cookies she carried with her, not knowing if it would eat them.
Watching Isabella tear open the cookie wrapper, Dane said, "Pippa has been pampered since childhood and only eats meat, and it has to be high-quality meat. Seafood is his favorite, so he won't even look at what you're offering."
However, right after Dane finished speaking, the white tiger lowered its head and ate the cookie from Isabella's hand.
Dane: "..."
How strange.
Who exactly was Isabella? Why was Pippa giving her so much face?
After Isabella fed Pippa the cookies, she played with Pippa for a while longer.
After saying goodbye to Dane and Pippa, she headed back.
Isabella passed by an archery range where several young men and women were shooting arrows. Isabella just glanced at them from afar and looked away, continuing forward when suddenly a female voice called out to her: "Stop right there."
Isabella stopped in her tracks and saw those young men and women walking toward her.
The leading girl had long curly hair, though it was tied up with a hair tie into a high ponytail. Her makeup was very refined, and the clothes she wore were all expensive luxury brands.
The other guys were all quite tall and pretty good-looking.
Kismet came up to Isabella and first looked her up and down. "What's your name? Can we get to know each other?"
"Isabella."
Kismet smiled. "So you're called Isabella. Since you have a name and surname, you must have a home, right? Since you have a home, why are you staying at our Powell family's castle and not leaving?"
Hearing Kismet's words, Isabella frowned. "Your Powell family? You are..."
"I'm Kismet." Kismet smugly curled her lips, looking at Isabella with increasing disdain. "You've heard of me, right? My grandfather is Patrick!"
The name Patrick was a figure of awe in Novaria, almost everyone knew him.
But Isabella was an exception.
She had no idea who Patrick was, but judging from Kismet's tone, she guessed Patrick must be someone important.
Isabella glanced at Kismet calmly and got straight to the point: "What do you want?"
"We're playing archery and inviting you to join us. But our bet is quite interesting - whoever loses gets slapped in the face by the winner."
Hearing this, Isabella directly refused, "I don't know how to shoot arrows, so I can't play with you."
With that, she turned to leave.
Flynn stepped forward several paces, blocking Isabella's path.
He crossed his arms and looked down at Isabella, sneering, "What? Are you scared? Don't dare to play?"
Isabella looked at Flynn with indifferent, calm eyes. "I told you, I don't know how to shoot arrows."
Kismet stepped forward, looking down at Isabella coldly. "It's okay, if you don't know how, I can teach you."
The other two young men also stepped forward to surround Isabella, their eyes carrying a warning.
Isabella looked at this group of people and slightly narrowed her eyes. Her dark eyes were like a cold pool, wrapped in a bit of chill. "So you're saying I have no choice but to play this game?"
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Isabella followed them to the bow rack displaying various bows.
It was filled with all kinds of bows.
And at distances of 50 meters, 80 meters, 100 meters, 120 meters, and 150 meters from them, there were targets.
The target papers were five-color ten-ring targets, from inside to outside in yellow, red, blue, black, and white. The closer to yellow, the higher the accuracy.
The 100-meter and 120-meter distances were considered long-range shooting. From far away, you could only see the outline of the targets, and the colors on the targets were almost invisible.
Seeing Isabella observing the bows on the rack, Kismet looked at her with contempt and then said, "There are ten different bows on this rack, some good and some bad. Can you tell which ones are good and which are bad?"
Isabella's face showed no expression. "I can tell a little."
Hearing this, Kismet laughed out loud. "Really? You understand bows? These bows are all famous bows from Novaria. You probably haven't even seen them before, have you?"
Pretending to know when she doesn't - she really performed that perfectly.
The others also laughed along with Kismet, looking at Isabella with increasingly mocking eyes.
"Since you say you understand bows, we'll let you pick first. Since you're so knowledgeable, you should be able to pick out the best bow among them, right?" Kismet smiled playfully. "That way when you lose later, you can't blame us for not going easy on you."
Isabella said nothing and directly took down the bow on the far right of the rack. "I'll take this one."
Kismet was stunned.
How did she pick the best bow here?
This bow was called Skybreaker Bow, crafted by Novaria's most famous bow master. Of course, this bow master had made more than just this one bow, but this particular bow had the best craftsmanship and took the longest time to make.
Kismet had originally planned to use this Skybreaker Bow herself. She thought Isabella wouldn't know and wouldn't pick this bow, which is why she said to let her pick first. But unexpectedly, Isabella got lucky and directly took the Skybreaker Bow.
Kismet clenched her fingers, her face darkening a bit, but since she was the one who said it, she couldn't say anything.
Even if it's a legendary bow, in the hands of someone who can't shoot arrows, it's just garbage anyway.
Kismet took the bow on the far left and looked at Isabella. "Shoot from outside the red line. Whoever hits closer to the bullseye wins. You understand this rule, right?"
Hearing this, Isabella raised her delicate eyebrows. "I understand, but which distance target are we shooting at?"
"Naturally the 100-meter target," Kismet said.
Archery below 100 meters wasn't worth competing over.
Isabella stared at the target a hundred meters away and slowly raised her arm, pulling back the bowstring. However, after a few seconds, she lowered the bow and said to Kismet, "You go first."