The gunsmith pretended to raise the bone gun and blew out, "Anyway, you will die sooner or later, and it is better to kill it with a thousand knives." ”

He is not a pedantic man who is obsessed with moral integrity, and often acts spontaneously, so when Dark Water reveals his identity, the gunsmith's only thought is to kill him. Avenging John was secondary, but the gunsmith vaguely felt that it was very dangerous to allow such a creature to exist.

He put away the bone spear, held the "eternal core" that emitted a cyan shimmer in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and began to use alchemy to feel the structure and nature of the object.

After only a few seconds, the vast starry sky came to his mind, and the invisible forces in the universe were dyed with color and became visible to the naked eye, but they were all sudden and scattered.

The gunsmith's consciousness is swallowed up by another vast and unknown psychic force, he can no longer feel his own existence, as if his body has become dust, time is like an illusion of nothingness, the tangible is invisible, the abstract is concrete, all the physical knowledge learned as a human being has become meaningless, and those things are like a series of derivatives of low-dimensional beings who constantly come up with absurd theories and keep using new ones to justify themselves.

............

In 2084, east of the Ural Mountains, in a mountain forest covered with wind and snow.

Two men in military coats were standing in front of the door of a small wooden hut when there was a knock on the door. After a while, the people in the house opened the door, and it was an old man, who was supposed to be blind in his right eye, and still had a hideous scar on his face.

Old Rohr was surprised to see these two strange men, and at the same time, the tall old man crossed the shoulders of the two men in front of him, and saw a group of people. There were about seven or eight of them, all of them riding bipedal mechs similar to ostriches, and carrying advanced firearms. One of them was quite eye-catching, he did not wear a standard military uniform and wore a sword at his waist, indicating that he was at least a nobleman, and the jeweled, flashy hilt of the sword also indicated that he was a very wealthy and high-status nobleman.

"What's the matter, sir. Old Rohr asked.

The soldier at the door replied, "Lord Earl has come to hunt in the mountains today, and you have seen it, but now the weather is getting a little bad, and we need to requisition your house to rest." ”

Old Rohr glanced behind them again, feeling disdainful, for at this point the real hunters should have returned with a full load, but the count and the soldiers in his entourage were empty-handed, and the brigade seemed to have not yet opened.

"Oh, the Earl would like to come into the house to take shelter from the snow...... "Well, I think I can make some room for ......"

But the other party's answer was: "No, I said it, this is not a request, it is a requisition." Also, the Count doesn't like to be in a room with commoners, you have to stay outside until the Count leaves. ”

"What?" Old Rohr was shocked and angry, but someone on the other side had a gun, and he was not good at attacking: "But this is my home!"

"So you should feel honored. When the soldier said this, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Old man, stop being verbose, put on some clothes and come out, we all have to stand outside the house......"

The man beside him said in a more subtle voice, almost like a ventriloquilore, "The Earl is in a very bad mood right now, if you keep grinding any longer, God knows what he will do, don't bother us!"

Old Rohr also saw their difficulty, and he sighed, and could only hope that the earl would not rest by the fireplace until midnight. As soon as he turned around, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

The bullet passed through the shoulder of a soldier and struck the old Rohr in the back, and blood bloomed in front of the door of the cabin.

The soldier cried out in pain, clutched his shoulders and fell to his knees, his companions beside him holding him up, his expression panicked but not daring to say anything. And old Rohr, he didn't say another word, and in less than half a minute, he stopped breathing.

"Look, I told you a long time ago, Ben is a sharpshooter, and I can hit the target even through obstacles, and the deer ran away just because I blinked. The Count acted as if the murder had happened, and boasted in a very smug tone, as if it were a remarkable thing that he had struck an unsuspecting old man ten meters away with a well-known firearm.

The soldiers showed little sympathy or sorrow, they knew the lord's temper well, and silence and obedience were the only way to keep themselves safe and get an extra reward in the hands of the nobleman.

But in the distance, a teenager was stunned by the scene in front of him, the prey in his hand fell to the ground, his immature face was full of horror, he didn't understand at all, how all this happened, his grandfather, the only relative in the world, was killed by a person he didn't know at all. Little Charles happened to see the moment the gun went off, and he didn't even have time to react.

Who was he? Was it my father's enemy? How did they find this deep in the mountains?

The eleven-year-old gunsmith was like a frightened little animal, he crawled to the ground, hid himself, choked in his throat, and his vision was a little blurred, but he quickly wiped away the tears, which would freeze if they were halfway down his cheeks, and would be very painful when they were torn off.

The gunsmith, wearing a white leather jacket that concealed himself well in the snow, drew closer to the cabin and fixed his eyes on the group, and the count soon entered the house alone, while the other seven remained outside. The two soldiers dragged the body of old Rohr into the nearby woods, and buried it shallowly, a depth that would be gouged out and eaten by scavengers in less than a day, and the others gathered together, as if it would be warmer. The soldier with a wounded shoulder was quickly treated, and the medical technology of the empire was very good, and the count went out hunting, so naturally he also prepared all measures to treat the wound.

The gunsmith moved slowly forward on the snow, his ears and eyes were clear since he was a child, and when he reached a distance of about 100 meters, he could already faintly hear the conversation of the soldiers.

"Indiscriminate killing of innocent pigs, eh...... Damn, if I get through the bones, I'll be crippled. The wounded soldier clutched his shoulder, his bleeding had stopped, but he still had palpitations from the fear of that moment just now.

"Don't complain, if you take another step to the left, he won't hesitate to punch you in the neck. An older veteran smoked a cigarette and said, "In the past, a few guys were killed by the Earl himself, and then I will have to make a report and make up a lie, saying that it was a fire or something, and the Count will pay another sum of money, and a life will be lost." ”

Another soldier said, "How do you write this old man's report? He has two branches on his head, and the count thinks he is a deer?"

"Hmph...... How to write?" The veteran replied: "There is no need to write at all, this old man lives in this kind of deep mountain, even if the empire has his information, it is the kind that has not been updated for many years, as long as we don't say it, who will know whether this person is alive or dead?" So, you should be glad that this month's bonus will be more than usual, which is the hush money that the pig gave you. If you don't know how to talk nonsense, believe me, it won't be long before I'll write you a report on the cause of death, I don't want that to happen. ”

"Hey, if it weren't for the sake of supporting my family, I would have quit this fucking guard job a long time ago, and I didn't join the army to be a slave for some earl. ”

"It's all fart, even if you don't give him a slave, you also give it to someone else, if you want to be a slave, you have to climb up, and when you have money and power, you can be the master, you can shoot and kill people everywhere like that pig, rob people's daughters-in-law everywhere, and no one can catch you. ”

While the gang was smoking, the gunsmith had quietly slipped within thirty meters of them......

The Count was sitting by the fireplace in the house, smoking a fine cigar, and the bad mood of not getting any prey all day was slightly relieved. However, his rest time was very short, only about ten minutes, and the door of the cabin was opened.

The Earl turned around and scolded, "Bastard, who allowed you to come in?" As soon as the words came out, he was stunned on the spot.

In front of him, a young man stood at the door, only one meter thirty or forty tall, he was wearing a white leather jacket and holding a shotgun.

The Count's first instinct was to reach for his gun, but his intention was killed by a bullet at the moment he raised his hand.

"Ah!!!!h

The gunsmith watched his reaction, but his face was expressionless.

"What do you think you're doing!Do you know who I am?!" the count roared, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for the little bastard had a gun in his hand.

"You know, you're my grandfather's murderer. The gunsmith replied.

These words undoubtedly told the Count that fame and status were meaningless to a child, but the Count nevertheless: "You bastard! Untouchable, you dare to hurt a member of the noble Gilson, this is a capital crime, I will kill your whole family!

Cruelty and stupidity are very dangerous qualities, and it is clear that this Earl Gilson has both, and his reaction is tantamount to sounding the death knell for himself.

"Killing seven people outside, I didn't use a gun. The gunsmith pulled out a bloody dagger from behind him: "Because I don't want you to hear the sound and thus have a chance to escape." ”

The Earl was terrified, and exclaimed in his heart: This thin child actually killed seven Imperial soldiers with guns silently?

"I've always known that I'm a little different, and even though I rarely meet anyone other than my grandfather, I know that I'm not like a normal person. The gunsmith closed the door and approached the count with a dagger: "I can kill a brown bear of six hundred kilograms with this dagger and dismember it in a few minutes, and I don't think adults will be faster than me." He paused: "I haven't killed anyone before, but I killed some just now, so it's not that difficult." ”

Earl Gilson was obviously afraid, he couldn't use his identity to intimidate this child, and he didn't have the upper hand in terms of force, so at this time, he had only one way: "This...... It was just an accident...... My gun went off, yes, yes, I didn't mean to, listen, as long as you're willing to let me go, I can give you a lot of money, and you can move to the city and live a life without having to hunt in the mountains......"

"Is this your last word, a lie?" little Charles's childish face, blood-soaked figure and murder weapon in his hand looked terrifying and strange against the backdrop of the firelight.

The Count roared in rage and kicked the gunsmith in the face, but he was greeted by a sharp dagger. Blood flashed, and one of his feet flew out, and even the bones were cut flat under his calves.

I often hear people describe the so-called "screaming like killing pigs", in fact, this sentence is not accurate, at this moment Earl Gilson's screams should be regarded as "screaming like a slaughtered pig".

"Ah!! you little bastard!!...... Ah!!Son of a bitch, pariah!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to skin you!I'm telling you!!!That old bastard deserves to die!!' I want to kill you because I look up to you you ......" he kept scolding, but the wound was bleeding. The bloated Earl rolled on the ground in pain, his face flushed, and his features twisted with rage.

The gunsmith had already raised his gun and aimed it at the enemy's head, but he didn't pull the trigger, and a few seconds later, he put the gun down again.

When the Earl saw this, he thought that the other party had changed his mind, and immediately said, "Why? You have figured it out, boy, this is right! Put down the gun! You let me go! The money I promised still counts!" His expression changed from distorted to a little excited, as if he had seen hope in a desperate situation.

The gunsmith's answer, "You don't deserve it." ”

"What?" said the Count, stunned again.

"You don't deserve to die under a gun, your blood will desecrate the sanctity of bullets. He stepped forward and pressed one hand on the Count's forehead, and the Count's eyes suddenly lost their brightness, and his body gradually turned black, and when the gunsmith withdrew his hand, a pile of black scum shattered and scattered on the floor.

Almost at the same time, the gunsmith fainted, the first time he had used alchemy on a living conscious being, and the only time so far.

............

The burning pain in his hand brought the gunsmith to his senses, and as if he were holding a freshly baked potato, he tossed the Eternal Core back and forth with both hands a few times, and the cyan shard suddenly returned to its normal temperature.

He shook his head vigorously, not only did he fail to understand the situation of the Eternal Core, but his spirit almost collapsed, it seems that this is a very dangerous thing, and it will take a lot of time, it is better to think about it in the long run.

The gunsmith put the Eternal Core in his pocket and decided to find a way to get out of the ruin, the first step was to find out if there were any mechanisms in this room, but as soon as he swept it with his peripheral vision, he saw that the corpse of Darkwater had undergone a drastic change.