"One pound two ounces."
Shami’s expression became increasingly serious.
He could actually estimate the fish’s true weight just by hand?
Looks like a fishing expert.
"Young man, the spot you chose isn’t very good; you won’t catch any fish there. There are lots of fierce big fish in this lake. Although they haven’t surfaced much lately, each one can drag you into the water."
Weasley shared his experience.
Being a fishing mage who has fished in this lake for over half a year, he has the most experience here.
But right after he finished speaking, Shami’s fishing line moved as well.
A fish obviously twice the size of the previous one was caught.
Weasley’s eyes widened.
"Not bad, estimated at about three pounds."
Shami casually murmured.
Weasley’s old face was smacked left and right.
Just after he said no fish would be caught, a fish was caught—isn’t that a slap on the fishing mage’s face?
Weasley maintained his amiable expression, but it was a bit tense, and he decided to restore his dignity.
"Young man, fishing can be a bit boring. Why don’t we have a competition? See who catches more fish. If you win, I’ll invite you for a tour of the Mage Tower. If I win, you’ll just spread today’s events around town as they happened."
Shami accepted without hesitation.
It seems like only by proving himself would he be remembered and get a chance to enter the Mage Tower.
An opportunity is different from having none.
Shami nodded and then moved to the other side of the lake, creating enough distance from the elder to conveniently carry out covert maneuvers.
[Fishing Competition after an Encounter Outside the City]
[Mage Tower’s Great Mage VS Demon King]
Both started fishing.
Weasley activated: [Fishing Skill of Regular Customer]
[Fishing Skill of Regular Customer: As a regular customer of this lake, Weasley is familiar with the preferences of the fish here and can create tasty baits to make the fish more likely to bite]
Shami activated: [Threat of the Fishman Race]
[Threat of the Fishman Race: The Fishman Race has already dominated this lake, becoming the rulers here. The fish in the lake either obey or get beaten by the fishmen!]
First, Weasley had gained something.
"Caught one! A 2-pound crucian carp!" (Excited)
And Shami’s side reacted immediately.
"Oh, it’s a 5-pound crucian carp." (Calm)
Weasley’s face darkened.
"Caught one! A 6-pound grass carp!" (Excited)
Shami’s side immediately made a sound.
"Oh, it’s a 10-pound silver carp." (Calm)
Sweat broke on Weasley’s forehead.
"Caught one, it’s a 4-pound sturgeon!" (Excited, quickly glanced over)
"Oh, I also caught a sturgeon, probably 8 pounds."
Weasley was drenched in sweat. Newest update provided by novel✦fire.net
The competition grew increasingly fierce, with both having difficulty breaking the deadlock. But Weasley could distinctly feel that the black-haired young man was always one step ahead of him.
"Caught one! It’s..."
"Caught it! Perch, three pounds!"
"Oh, I also have a fish."
"Catch! (Fish species) + (Weight)."
A red fishman was busy, constantly knocking out surrounding fish underwater, then listening to Shami’s instructions to attach the corresponding fish to his hook before tugging the line, indicating the setup was ready to reel in.