After negotiating with the priest, the ban on everyone's movement was lifted. I told them that if anyone wanted to leave, they would leave immediately, but that they would have to follow Tomie's orders to stay. I thought they wanted to stay away from us, but surprisingly, everyone stayed.

Maybe they're afraid it's another loyalty test, but I can't stress enough that I won't put a gun in the back just because they're leaving. The last black woman explained on everyone's behalf that even if you leave, there is nowhere to go, this world is full of monsters, and the exit is here, so it is better to be in the same boat with us.

The priest's explanation of the secret of the magic pattern, as well as the equipment of Tomie and me, gave them hope of success once again.

"I'm sorry, I had to do it at the time." I apologized to a black woman when I was treating her.

She glared at me fiercely, but eventually smiled bitterly. Her eyes and eyebrows look handsome, and her thick lips add another touch of sexiness. Her face crumpled in pain as I snapped the tail of the arrow and pulled the shaft off her shoulder.

"You bastard! Stinky boy! ”

"If it makes you feel more comfortable, just scold." I said as I shoved the Greystone into her mouth, "This is the Greystone, eat it and your injuries will heal quickly." ”

She took the gray stone in her mouth and hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed it anyway.

"Don't think that's the end of it, see if I'm okay and don't kick your ass in half!"

"If you can do it."

I laughed disapplauded. Her tone was still angry, but she could hear no resentment. The attitude of the victim depends on how well the victim is dealt with after the injury. As long as enough pleading compensation is made, in most cases, only those with small bellies will be angry.

Speaking of which, threat and care are like the two crutches of the superiors, and this is what I learned from my work in the student council.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Tridy."

"Police?"

"That's right, Los Angeles Criminal Unit." Probably because of the Greystone's effect, Tridy's ugly expression was much calmer, and she leaned against the wall, occasionally paying attention to the wound on her shoulder. "It was a terrible day, and the time off that I had so hard won was wasted. I'm going shopping, buying clothes, buying shoes, looking at jewelry, hell! ”

"You'll have plenty of time to splurge when you get back. Cheer up, now we need you. ”

I tapped her on the shoulder and turned away, and she shouted behind her back, "Hey, get my gun back if you want a helper!" ”

"Now it's my gun. I'll think about it. I didn't reply.

Tomie and the priest crouched in a corner, not knowing what they were thinking. The hippie with a broken finger was left unattended in a corner, sitting there alone with his knees crossed, moaning from time to time, his expression so hard to see because he had his head down, loneliness and helplessness haunting him like a nightmare.

The other three stayed together, apparently having just reached a new agreement, and they had nothing to do with each other, but they were tightly hugged. They talked from time to time, and their eyes kept turning to the others, looking a little nervous.

I use the magic pattern to identify their information. The hippie is called James, the middle-aged man in a suit is called Kennedy, the burgundy woman is called Ellie, and the young man in casual clothes is called Rahul, who looks like an Indian from the name and appearance. Including Triti, they are all ordinary E-class people without exception. This result is slightly different from my original estimate.

Cui Di is a criminal policeman, and she thought that she would be a D-class like Tomie if she was specialized, but the judgment of "talent" is obviously stricter. Speaking of which, I still don't know what kind of talent Tomie is recognized.

The priest's information was blank, and I didn't know why, but I had some guesses.

"Hey, Demonic Emringer." Tomie saw me coming over and deliberately greeted me with such a title. I also gave her a serious bow of the knob.

"Father, what's your name?"

"Sissen." The priest replied cheerfully.

The name seems to have been heard somewhere.

"Sissen holds a Ph.D. in anthropology and sociology and has recently published a paper in a scientific journal."

"Society and Humanities?" I was vaguely impressed by Tomie's mention.

"That's right, you subscribe to that magazine, too?" Tomie said with some surprise, "The magazine is quite professional, and it should be read by few students." ”

"No, I'm only going to book Science Fiction. However, I saw it at the post office. Curious, I asked the priest, "I thought you were a theologian." ”

"I grew up studying and researching theology in a church school." The gray-haired priest politely said, "But as a bridge between God and humanity, a true priest must know not only his own God, but also the people who are lambs, right?" ”

"Your own god?" I vaguely felt that there was something wrong with such a statement, but I couldn't say what was wrong.

"What's the matter?" The priest interrupted my train of thought.

"Uh...... Well, do you still have Greystone? ”

"A dozen more, do you want them?"

"If you can."

Without saying a word, the priest handed me ten soybean-sized gray stones, which were at least made from D-class monsters. The priest told me that monsters below the C-rank had to use corpses to make graystone, but C-class monsters had ready-made limestone crystals in their bodies, and they called them magic cores. Ordinary Chosen Ones who don't have a magic pattern can't make gray stone by themselves, so their source of gray stone is to hunt C-class monsters in addition to asking for it from the magic pattern messenger.

As you can imagine, that's quite a difficult thing to do.

"Greystone can not only be taken, but can also be used to enhance the lethality of those monsters, right? I know that some of the weapons found in this world have a gray stone component. ”

"That's right. We call this weapon 'Bounded Weapon', and only Bounded Weapons can appear in the Weapons section of your profile. ”

"How do you get the Limit Weapon?"

"It's a matter of luck or make your own."

I waited for the priest to continue, but after a few moments I didn't get any answer.

"That's it?" I asked hesitantly.

"That's all."

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled my disappointment.

"How many Bounded Weapons do you have?"

"Except for Glock."

I called Tomie aside and told her what I was going to do. I still remember the embarrassment of facing the C-class monsters last night, and while the guns weren't necessarily better than the axes, they were much better than homemade crossbows in terms of sheer damage, so I decided to make more greystone bullets in this temporary safe area. ,

"I've seen it, Glock's bullets and revolvers. I'm going to add graystone powder to Glock's bullets. ”

"Then I'll see how many bullets they have." Tomie said tacitly.

"What about James?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Hippies."

"Oh, he'......" Tomie glanced nonchalantly over there, "Let him fend for himself." ”

"You don't want to see him."

"Can you see that?" Tomie laughed: "I don't like his eyes and attitude. I knew what he was thinking. ”

"I know the truth, too." I shifted to the text: "Do you think you can keep him?" ”

"It's not how I think, it's how you think it is." She paused for a moment and said with deep meaning.

Tomie and I stared at each other for a long time.

"Your actions, you come to the end." That's what I said after that.

Tomie just shrugged.

So the bullets began.

The shotgun is a limited weapon, and its bullets naturally have a gray stone component. I took a shotgun bullet apart and analyzed the primer structure. Then grind a soybean-sized limestone into powder. Withdraw Glock's magazine, take out a bullet, pick open the warhead, and pour out the gunpowder. After the final powder, the limestone powder was mixed into the gunpowder, stirred well, and reloaded.

These processes are very crude, but I guess, after all, I don't even know what the ratio of gray stone in the revolver bullet is, and shotgun bullets are quite different from revolver bullets. So I just guessed that the more gray stone the more effective it is, and I conducted a live firing test according to the intuitive ratio, trying to ensure the power of gunpowder and add more gray stone powder.

The air in this place was not very circulating, and the protective suit was not taken off, and I quickly began to sweat as I concentrated. When I looked up, I realized that everyone's eyes were on me. Except for Tomie and Father Fue, everyone was curious, and the hippie, who had been listless, also shrunk his injured hand and looked at it from a distance of a few steps.

"How?" Tomie asked.

"Just shoot and you'll understand." I say.

"There's no target here." Tryti said.

Their eyes fell on the stone platform, but I immediately interrupted their thoughts.

"No, I don't. This place is an earth-stone structure, and there is no problem with it being used to test guns. ”

I brought them to the gate of the corridor, closed the gate halfway, and on the other side, aimed the revolver on which the bullet test was carried at the stone wall of the corridor diagonally and pulled the trigger. Because of the angle and the existence of blocking the door, even if the bullet bounces, you don't have to worry about accidentally injuring yourself.

After the gunfire fell, we went in to check. The bullet was embedded deep in the stone wall and did not bounce. We note the depth of the bullet hole, as well as where we were standing and the angle of the muzzle. Returning to the cylindrical space, three bullets were made according to other proportions, and the data were tested one by one and compared with the data, and finally a more ideal ratio was obtained.

Next, Me, Tomie, Father Priest, and Tridy worked together to transform all the bullets into special bullets with a graystone component. After reloading, Glock appears in the weapons section of his profile.

A total of twenty rounds of ammunition consumed the graystone contributed by the priest. But everyone who witnessed the success of the test cheered up and swept away their previous state of despair.

While the morale was strong, we decided to go.