?During the time when Avril was busily mending his clothes, Tyler ambled about, surveying the house.


    Avril''s abode was a quaint, single-story log cabin. Upon entering, the living room and dining area greeted him, followed by a hallway leading to three bedrooms. Amongst these rooms, two bore wooden ques with the names ''Avril'' and ''Elle'' inscribed upon them, which Tyler refrained from entering. The third room was the locked chamber Avril had mentioned earlier, its door seemingly no different from the others.


    Returning to the main hall, Tyler noticed an array of sewing paraphernalia strewn about: needles of various sizes, threads of different hues and materials, an assortment of scissors, and neatly organized stacks of fabric. Recalling Granny Kana''s words about Avril''ste sister''s proficiency in sewing, Tyler wasn''t surprised at the abundance of such items in the house.


    What truly intrigued Tyler, however, was Avril''s professional level: "Tailor - Lv4". Vige Chief Woodall, aged 48 with over two decades of hunting experience, had only reached "Hunter - Lv2". In contrast, Avril, a mere 16 years old, boasted a far superior level. Why was she significantly more aplished than the vige chief?


    Tyler had confirmed the method of leveling up inbat upations during the previous night''s foray into the underground cave of Ira Forest: it required a certain degree of ughter under specific conditions. Presuming that Production and Manufacturing upations indeed leveled up through sheer perseverance, as the vige chief suggested, the contradiction between the level and age differences of the vige chief and Avril couldn''t be ounted for by this theory.


    "...The rules hidden behind this world are certainly not as straightforward," Tyler realized.


    The true ws of the world" might be a profound secret within the Prison Star world, and deciphering these rules could be a crucial element inpleting the impossible task.


    ·


    An hourter, garbed in his freshly mended clothes, Tyler took his leave from Avril''s home. As he was about to depart, Avril reached out a hand towards him, only to let it hover in the air before dropping it back down. Her expression bore a hint of hesitation.


    Tyler, perceptive as he was, understood that Avril wished to invite him for lunch as a token of gratitude for his previous assistance and to apologise for her small tantrum the previous night. However, Tyler had his own rhythm to his strategies; he deliberately denied Avril this opportunity, as he believed that leaving a hint of regret at this moment was the "correct approach".


    The principle was simple; when one does not have their fill of a delicious dish, they''ll crave it again in a short time. But if one were to overindulge, no matter how delectable the dish, they would not wish to taste it again in the immediate future. This was also one of Tyler''s theories of romance: no matter how smoothly a rtionship progresses, it was essential to leave a touch of longing at the right moment, a yearning.


    ·


    That afternoon, the vige chief sought Tyler, inviting him to join in a wild boar hunt in the Ira Forest. With the advent of high summer, the burgeoning boar poption threatened significant damage to the farnds and orchards.


    Tyler, employing his mind-reading ability, noticed a shift in the vige chief''s attitude from before and agreed to join with pleasure. After the Crimson Cloud Bandits incident, the vige chief had let down his guard towards Tyler, deciding to impart his wealth of knowledge. This was the customary courtesy extended to benefactors in Ira Vige.


    "Banning, I thought you''d have taken off in the dead of night yesterday," the vige chief joked, referring to the prior day''s happenings. Tyler responded that he had left in haste upon discovering the bandits'' traces, cleverly dodging the question the vige chief truly wished to ask: whether he nned to settle in Ira Vige for the long term.


    "Ah, in these past three years, I reckon about a dozen folk have disappeared overnight. I understand that ours is a vige founded by wanderers, so such urrences aremon. But, you know, after sharing acquaintance, it seems right to bid a proper farewell before leaving, doesn''t it?"


    "Indeed, I share the same view."


    Neither the vige chief nor Tyler explicitly addressed the matter, but after this conversation, a bond of mutual trust was truly formed between them.


    Subsequently, the vige chief''s hunting lessons were nothing short ofprehensive. He imparted every minute detail of the two decades worth of experience and skills he had umted to Tyler, without any reservations.


    Tyler was still intent on mastering the "Hunter" profession. Although he had acquired thebat profession of a "Junior Assassin", the enhancement in physical abilities and the "Deceiver" skill didn''t provide much assistance in directbat situations. On the other hand, the "Hunter" profession would be of great benefit to Tyler, both in terms ofbat and wilderness survival.


    "Do you see it? There are boar footprints on the ground over there. The unnaturally fallen shrubbery was likely knocked over by them, and the scraped bark on this tree trunk is also their doing."


    To be honest, Tyler couldn''t yet discern the footprints of different animals, let alone detect the subtle signs in the forest like the vige chief. However, the appraisal ability of his "God''s Eye of Dimensions" was genuinely useful, allowing him to keep up with the pace of the vige chief''s instructions. Under the chief''s demonstration, Tyler learned to set traps near animal trails. Afterward, they concealed themselves in the tree canopy, waiting for the boars to appear.


    The vige chief told Tyler that adultrge boars were not only tough but also very aggressive. If one was hit by their robust tusks, there was a high likelihood of being pierced and killed on the spot. Therefore, forrge boars estimated to weigh more than 400 pounds, the vige chief would only scare them away with torches. The true targets of his hunt were the medium and small-sized boars.


    "As long as thepetition for food in the forest isn''t too fierce, therge boars won''t cause trouble for the vige."


    Tyler and the vige chief waited in the trees for two hours, during which they drove away threerge boars. Then, with a distressing squeal from a not-too-distant location, they finally encountered a medium-to-small-sized boar suitable for hunting!


    However, the hunting process was entirely different from what Tyler had imagined. The vige chief demonstrated a particrly shameless hunting method. Faced with a boar that had stepped on a nail trap, the chief maintained distance using trees as cover, attacking its softer nks and hindquarters with arrows from his hunting bow. This forced the boar to run around the forest, exhausting its strength. At the same time, due to its frantic movements, the wounds on the boar were unable to heal, resulting in a continuous loss of blood. After enduring this torment for over an hour, the boar, which seemed to weigh nearly 200 pounds, finally copsed.


    Even so, the experienced vige chief did not approach the boar right away. He found a suitable angle, drew his bow, and once again, the sacred light shone brightly. With a swift release, an arrow shot out, hitting the boar right between the eyes. Only then did the boar tilt its head and give itsst breath.


    "The job''s not done yet. If you''re careless now, it could cost you heavily."


    The vige chief instructed Tyler to stay put while he cautiously approached the boar. Swiftly, with a small knife, he cut open the blood vessels in the boar''s neck and quickly retreated. The boar, seemingly "dead," suddenly squealed in pain, its body thrashing wildly, causing a mess all around. It wasn''t until several minutester, as the blood gradually drained from its body, that the boar''s cries weakened, and it finally expired.


    Now Tyler understood why the vige chief, who had been hunting for over twenty years, had not sustained any serious injuries. The old man was truly steady and reliable.


    Later, under the vige chief''s guidance, Tyler hunted and killed a boar by himself. The process was not as smooth as the chief''s, but it was quite fluent nheless.


    "Not bad, Banning! I didn''t expect you to have a knack for hunting. Have you had hunting experience before? Not many young people can handle this as well as you."


    "Well, I have a bit of experience, I guess."


    Seeing Tyler reluctant to borate, the vige chief didn''t press further. But he couldn''t help feeling regretful. If Banning had arrived in Ira Vige three years ago, then Elle wouldn''t have died tragically in the forest.