"Courtyard No. 2750 Wild Mouse Street, then, this is it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLet me see, what is so strange about this master of firearms, Blida, and ...... It's time for us to settle the score, old man. I won't leave you alone in Piltover for too long......"

With a well-planned and dedicated deception, the 'madman Grey', who succeeded in swindling 9 gold coins, couldn't wait to knock on the door of the gunsmith introduced to him by a fellow inmate at nightfall.

Yes, 'Gray' had just been released from prison, and in fact, he had actually escaped from prison.

As Lux, who was cautiously infiltrating the Noxian barracks alone, guessed, 'Grey the Maniac' was nothing more than his aliased name in the Adventurer's Bar, and 'Gray' was the short, stout Malcolm. Abbreviation for part of Graves' name.

At the same time, Graves also had a nickname in prison, because of his braggadocio about the unscrupulous behavior of the past when he was bored, and his fellow inmates called him an 'outlaw fanatic'.

The imprisonment of the 'outlaw maniac' Graves was tight-lipped to everyone, but not a day went by when he was in prison not to repeat the name of the man who betrayed him a hundred times.

Now, after a day he would later call 'Lucky Day', Graves, who escaped penniless because of an inexplicable battle outside the prison, has suddenly taken a big step towards revenge - as long as he gets a suitable weapon that the gunsmith has made for him, Graves can go after the owner of that name.

It is a large detached building with dim lighting and poor air quality. Graves, who was asked into the room by gunsmith Bridra, gave out the name of the introducer, and after carefully examining the place where the two of them were, his thick brow furrowed slightly.

After training in the Black Prison, Graves is very sensitive to interior spaces, and he intuitively senses that there is something wrong with Master Blida's room.

"Not bad, very observant." Master Bledra noticed Graves' expression and praised in a sluggish voice, "He's a good material for a gunslinger, come with me." ”

The two of them came to a corner of the room one after the other, and along the road there were some ordinary weapons of mainland goods. There were hot and cold weapons, and the dim light could not stop the sharp eyes that Graves had trained in the Black Prison, but none of them satisfied him, which was why he came here.

"Looks like you're not very happy with my exhibits?" Standing in the corner of the room, Master Blydra asked unhurriedly.

Graves looked sideways at the gunsmith with a test look on his face, took out a shotgun that looked quite powerful in two steps sideways, fiddled with it in his hand a few times, raised it and tried the pose against the wall, and then said in a deep voice: "Five-shot little panther, the range has been improved, but it doesn't seem to be very lethal...... Master, I need a powerful thing with some small features that I can think of. The white wolf says that only you can do it of anyone he knows. ”

"Okay. It looks like you have a lot of strength and solid footsteps, if you need something special, then help me here. Master Bledra watched Graves carefully as he fiddled with his firearm, and when he was convinced that it was worth doing it himself, he pointed at the button on the wall with the strange tool in his hand and spoke to the stocky man who was not satisfied with the weapon in his hand.

Then, there was no deafening noise, just a heavy, ordinary metal door, and when it opened, Master Bledra's secret workshop opened its mind to Graves.

The unsuspecting gunsmith led Graves to the small room on the left, and casually reminded as he walked: "The room is full of explosives in a critical state, if you still want to stand up, don't mess around when you come in." ”

It is worthy of the fierce people who can survive freely in Zu'an City, where the law and order is chaotic, and there is no need for superfluous anti-theft means at all, and only one of them will be killed, which is enough to deter some unscrupulous guests.

Then, walking into what seemed to be the master's lounge, Graves saw the white paper that Master Brydra had placed in front of him: "Functions, effects, names, written on paper. Give me the money when you're done. ”

After some careful consideration, the 'outlaw maniac', who had not used his hands to write for a long time, wrote in detail the long-considered need for weapons on the blank paper given to him by Master Bledra with a hint of anticipation.

Then the master prepared an offer according to his needs: "If you can fire powerful projectiles, then you have to give up the burst function; A powder bullet to explode? The size and strength of the barrel should be strengthened; Shoot your homemade smoke grenades? Unless the door cannon ...... No, wait! I had a genius idea that smoke grenades don't need to be stuffed all in, add a new powder chamber to the tail of the bullet! Right, right. Hmm, what's that question mark? ”

"Master Bridra, that's why I'm here." Graves spread his hands and said, "I think you can make a difference with this gun, I will give this as a special gift to the enemy~"

"It's nothing, I'll think about it. So, let's talk about wages...... "The gunsmith who knew what Graves needed was about to confirm the confirmation fee, but was blinded by the glittering 9 gold coins that the other party took out, "Graves, are you going to insult me?" ”

"Of course not, Master Bledra, these are just deposits, and I can pay as much as you want for the guns you make. But I was really anxious to get it, so I had to be a little bit more flexible, and pay a deposit of 9 gold coins first, and then borrow a little panther and a few bullets, because there is a guy in this city who still owes me a lot, and I think he will 'finance' me to make this dream happen. ”

Graves once again used his Empty Glove White Wolf skill, only this time he had to pay some down money upfront, and it would be difficult to get the balance on - unless he could guarantee that he would never trouble Master Brydra again in the future.

"It's only a week. At that time, I will complete the drawing design and technical verification, and if you get the 'funding', then come back to me, and the overdue cost will be doubled." Got it, Mr. Graves. ”

If it weren't for the drawings in his hand that had opened up some of the gunsmith's ideas, he might have kicked this guy out of the house by now, instead of promising to complete the technical verification first.

"Of course, I don't have time to mess around, Master Bridra." Having achieved his goal, Graves happily assured the gunsmith, and he was confident in it.

Graves needs money to make weapons, but he needs weapons to find money.

However, Zaun's arms dealers are not fools, and if he doesn't have money, no one will give him credit unless he uses extraordinary means. But Graves, who is single and has no right guys, is definitely no match for the arms dealers who have many men and are armed to the teeth.

Fortunately, he finally solved this seemingly paradoxical proposition through his own 'ingenuity'. So, all of this is arranged by 'fate'.

The gunsmith, who had sent Graves out of the studio and was in dire need of a new subject, finally noticed the name of the custom weapon written at the very end.

'Destiny'......

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