If it hadn't been for the greeting before meeting Sherlock and McGee, Kelly would have almost thought that this would be the beginning of a monster raid on the town. The two goblins walked the shopping streets of the West Coast as if nothing had happened, and they didn't even wear cloaks to hide themselves. This caused many to cry out in horror, while others tried to chase them away. But in any case, there is nothing they can do to Sherlock, because most of the merchants here have worked with Sherlock. I'm afraid people didn't expect that even some of the rare alchemy materials of the Academy of Magic were provided by Sherlock.

But it was just a simple pass-by, and Sherlock still chose the location of the conversation in the dilapidated house in the harbor. So Kelly went to the harbor with the two goblins after meeting them up, and at least she could use the time she had on the road to say hello to McGee, which would be useful for the rest of the conversation. Although there is an easier way, it is for her to give McGee a revolver.

On the afternoon of the third day, Sherlock finally contacted Kelly, much to the latter's displeasure. After such a long delay, Sherlock had every chance to get in the way. It's not that Kelly doesn't trust it, it's just that it's strange to delay like this, because it doesn't benefit either party. Sherlock is busy with business, so it doesn't stay on the West Coast for too long at the beginning of each month.

But maybe Kelly was just thinking too much, because even if Sherlock knew McGee, it would take a while to find her to live in the wilderness. After all, it said that the other party is an idle guy, so it is even more difficult to keep it in which position. Thinking about it this way, Kelly also felt excusable. Either way, it's time to make a deal with McGee, she has to deal with this incident quickly, there is no time left for her to waste.

Like Sherlock, McGee has a sinister and cunning-looking face. But it's not so much the same as Sherlock, it's better to say that the face of the goblin race is inherently like this. But after a brief conversation with it, Kelly thinks this guy has a dream, at least for now. McGee has dreams that are unrealistic in the eyes of her kind, and much to Kelly's disbelief - she wants to be a roaming gunslinger.

This had never been heard before, and one can imagine how shocked Kelly was when she heard McGee speak out about her own dreams. The idea of a goblin, a monster who might not even know how to use a firearm, to become a roaming gunslinger is both admirable and comical at the same time, which sounds a little incredible.

Leaving aside the question of the use of firearms, where did McGee learn about the identity of the Roaming Gunman? It would be a big question, and when Kelly asked about it, he forgot where he had heard the word. Goblins don't have a good memory, and Sherlock is an outlier among them. But its companion McGee was different, poor fellow, and he had forgotten even what he had done last week.

Well, it might have been a good joke anyway, but Kelly decided to take it seriously. "Listen to Sherlock, what you want most is a revolver, right?"

Hearing Kelly say this, the short McGee danced excitedly, jumped up and said. "That's right, I want a revolver!"

The best way to get closer to a goblin is to do what she likes, and Kelly doesn't forget what Sherlock told herself. So she opened the holster on her waist, pulled out the ordinary revolver specially prepared for McGee, pulled the trigger with her index finger, and put the handle of the gun McGee in a gorgeous half circle in her hand. "It's yours. ”

"Really?" McGee stared dumbfounded, at the coveted revolver in Kelly's hand. "You're going to give this to me?"

"That's right. Kelly smiled and nodded.

McGee excitedly took the revolver, then held it in his hand and kept gesturing. Although the gun is so amateurish that Kelly can't wait to help it correct its posture with her own hands, it's fine, as long as it can capture the other person's heart. "Accordingly, you have to do one thing for me. ”

"It may sound like a chore, but you gave me a revolver, so I'm willing to help you. McGee nodded.

"Good, deal. Kelly snapped her fingers.

"Then again, you're such a nice man, I've never seen a revolver so exquisitely made. I usually just stitch together the shape of a revolver from scraps of metal that I collected, and I can't shoot bullets at all. McGee played with the revolver as if it were its most precious thing, and it was.

"As part of the deal, I'll give you another bullet after you've done your job. Kelly added that she almost forgot about it.

At this point, McGee was completely willing to help Kelly, and a revolver was more attractive to her than the barbecue that all goblins loved. Coupled with the bullets it can fire, it gives it a chance to truly realize its dreams, and there is nothing more gratifying than that. McGee doesn't care about the content of the work now, because it gets it done no matter what it is. How to put it, maybe at this point, goblins are a tendon.

"I think you're satisfied. Sherlock walked over to Kelly and whispered.

"Very satisfied, my dear Mr. Sherlock. Kelly said with a smile.

"I'll pay you another day, it's not gratuitous help. Sherlock coughed twice, leaned back, and stared at McGee in his own carnival world.

Kelly's smile froze, and then she reached out and patted her forehead hard. She should have thought that Sherlock was a profiteer. Although Warhammer did a good job of putting on a show, Sherlock wasn't a stupid guy to be slaughtered, to be honest. The profiteer kept his hand anyway, and Kelly was sure that she couldn't try to prove that Sherlock had told her that she wouldn't be paid this time, because Sherlock didn't leave any tricks.

"Believe me, sooner or later, you'll be suffocated in gold. Kelly leaned down and leaned into Sherlock's ear and mocked.

"If that's how I end, I'll go to the gods with all the gold. Sherlock gave a sinister smile.

"The gods won't let a miser like you become a believer, not to mention that you're just a goblin, you deserve to go to hell. ”

"In short, you can't lose a penny, and I'll tell you the detailed amount another day. Sherlock smirked. "Don't worry, I assure you that this time the price is absolutely reasonable and absolutely affordable, hahaha. ”