Eric sat in the Pelos family's carriage and looked listlessly out the window.

It's no wonder he's so tired. With a lot of bandages on his body, it was very inconvenient for him to even move. If it weren't for Papitt's summons, he would definitely take a long vacation to rest.

Unlike the last route to the main fort, the carriage was heading in the direction of the shooting range. The scenery on the side of the road is no different from before. It's still a vast wasteland, with towers and guards.

Unlike Eric, the guards were spirited and ready to fend off the Assassins. It seems that they are well aware of their heavy responsibilities and do not dare to slack off.

As long as the contradictions between Oude and Pelos remain, the guards must be on high alert year after year. Even if there is a rotation, it can be very tiring for a long time.

Eric couldn't help but feel sympathy for them. But... If you think about it, Oude's assassination can be regarded as a disguised solution to the employment problem of a large number of Pelos.

As Eric was thinking, a gunshot was heard from a short distance, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

Someone is practicing shooting at the range.

"Here we are, sir. ”

Stop the carriage, said the coachman.

"Isn't there still some way to go?"

Eric saw that as far as the eye could see, there was a low wall, which was supposed to be the shooting range.

"This is the young master's rule, the carriage should not be too close to the shooting range, so as not to cause unnecessary dangerous conditions. ”

Unnecessary dangerous conditions?

"Oh well. ”

There was no way, and Eric had no choice but to walk there.

But soon, he understood the meaning of the sentence.

Bang!bang... Bang!

As if to welcome him, the gunfire became more and more intense. This made Eric's ears a little uncomfortable.

He came to the gap in the low wall, and was about to move on.

The next moment, a bullet slashed over Eric's head.

A drop of cold sweat ran from the corner of Eric's sideburns.

Dangerous conditions.

It seems that the practice is unexpectedly intense and unusual. Eric ducked behind the low wall and peered in.

First of all, there is no target in this range, but an open space that resembles a gladiatorial arena.

The second thing that catches his eye is a person he knows but hasn't seen for a long time.

The third child of Duke Pelos. Joanna and Papitt's sister.

Anthrety Pelos.

She stood in the middle of the range, her eyes sharp and her steps as fast as lightning. Holding her saber "Flower Thorn", she takes a fighting stance.

However, her body was covered in blood and stains. It makes the usually heroic anthracene look a little embarrassed.

She was injured.

Who's against her.

Eric turned his head, and he saw the guy who had summoned him there.

Papitt Pelos.

He was holding the golden revolver that Eric was all too familiar with, the muzzle of the gun blazing.

Bang... Bang...

Anthrite dodged and swung her sword as the gunshots rang out.

... Wait, Papitt and Anthrite are fighting?!

Eric shook his head, checking what was happening. It's a bit too intense, and it doesn't look like a simple exercise.

Brother and sister battle.

But if Eric remembers correctly, the relationship between the two has improved greatly after the Holy Capital incident before. After returning to Pylos, Anthenti renounced her inheritance and promised to protect her brother Papit.

So, what kind of new discord will arise between the brother and sister? Could it be that Anthris is thinking about Pylos's inheritance again?

For a moment, Eric couldn't get an answer.

Of course, he didn't come forward to immediately persuade him. This is obviously a wise choice.

Now, if Eric, who was dragging his injured body, rushed into the field, not only could he not solve any problems, but he was in danger of being accidentally injured by the crazy two.

So, Eric chose to wait and see what happened.

Moreover, he still has some interest in this fight. After all, both of their teachers are the six-pointed stars of Pylos. Take a closer look at what else might be learned.

Beta Vision.

Everything slowed down. The dazzling battle moment was clearly displayed in Eric's eyes. He immediately discovered the reason why Papitt was able to suppress anthracene. It was a skill that Eric had learned before.

Turning bullets.

Not a single bullet fired by Papitt went in a straight line.

Although Anthralis has practiced fighting firearms, it is still too difficult to deal with turning bullets. She couldn't tell which direction the bullet would come from.

Eric had previously defeated Padpitt because his Beta Eye could see the trajectory of a turning bullet. Anthracene does not have such an ability. So she can only be beaten passively.

Eric suddenly realizes that Papitt is also a powerful guy. He didn't think so before, it was just that the attribute restraint between them gave him the illusion.

The student of the gun god Colt must not be weak.

Speaking of which, Eric had a few more feelings of jealousy or envy for no reason: it would be nice if he could be lucky enough to be guided by the Gun God.

In fact, the agreement made with Papitt that Eric always remembered: after solving a hundred cases, Papitt would take him to meet the gun god.

Now Eric is thirty-eight days away from that goal, and it will be some time.

Putting away his thoughts, Eric looked at Anthrite again, and this time, a surprise appeared on his face.

Even though Anthrite was so passive, she still didn't get hit by Papitt's bullet. Sometimes she dodges bullets, and sometimes she uses her sword to shoot bullets out of her direction. Although the success rate is not 10%, it is enough to be jaw-dropping.

Eric could see very well that the position was so beautiful that no bullet had hit her.

The blood stains on Anthracene just looked serious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so nimble.

Rolling to dodge will be covered with dust, and blood stains will be left by bullets rubbing against the body. Papitt's bullet didn't actually cause any substantial damage to Anthrite.

It's really strong, and she deserves to be the sword queen of Pyros.

Eric tried to applaud, but found that his arm was still bandaged.

The pain brought him a little sober from the excitement.

Suddenly, Eric discovers that the battle itself is shrouded in a faint sense of disobedience.

Yes, both are indeed fighting "seriously".

But... But it's far from a fight for the dead.

Thinking of this, Eric felt that he understood the meaning of this battle.

"Stop, how long are you going to fight. ”

Eric finally interrupted.