Chapter fifty eight

Alessia's POV

I didn't want to believe what I just heard from Joxer, this has really got to be a joke. Why in the world would anyone rate an arrow that is molded every other way that expensive. Allen exchanged a familiar look with me.

"What is so peculiar about this arrow?" Allen asked before I could.

Joxer held back a wild grin, "the particular silver used to create this arrows are actual silvers mined by Andre himself. Turns out the whole of the land occupied is filled with silver. The government have tried to gain access but Andre had been quick to claim it as his. I proudly announce it to you, that the land you are standing on right here is the very beginning of the Winters wolf hunting future two hundred years ago."

"Now, I am confused. Stop playing uncle." I mumbled.

He looked tired, "it's of no use explaining to you both. You are so dumb."

"In actual truth we have never seen these so called arrows before, where exactly are they?" Allen challenged.

Joxer shrugged, "I can't tell