"Amy, come on."

In the afternoon, it was Anling's turn to carry Amy, who was injured in her legs and feet, and Talia to carry the heavy luggage of five people.

The black-haired girl's quiet black eyes were a little shy.

"I'm sorry for you, Anling."

She thanked her lightly and slowly stretched out her hand to hook An Ling's neck from behind.

An Ling put his hands on his thighs, lifted her on his back, and strode after the large army in front of him.

"Anling, go slower, it's too bumpy."

Amy said with some embarrassment.

An Ling said softly:

"We're going to go as fast as we can this afternoon, that's what Maggie said, if you're shaking too much, you can stick as tight as you can."

Amy bit her lower lip and silently hugged her hands tighter. The body was completely attached to An Ling's back.

An Ling Yuguang skimmed Amy behind him, and chatted casually:

"By the way, Amy, can you give me a look at your magic rifle?"

"Huh? You're interested in magic firearms. ”

"Well, I'm very interested, I think this weapon is very handsome, and I'm thinking about whether I want to get one for myself in the future."

Seeing that An Ling was really interested, Amy said seriously:

"Although magic guns have been around for more than fifty years, there are not many craftsmen who can make magic guns. However, if you go to the capital of knowledge this time, it shouldn't be difficult to find a magician who can make guns. ”

"It's just that magic gunsmithing is too delicate, too complicated. If you really want to customize such a weapon, you need to think carefully about whether your budget is enough. Crafting a magic firearm is expensive both in terms of cost and premium. You have to be mentally prepared. ”

"In addition, if you want to line your heart's guns, you have to produce your own main magic materials."

"Thanks, I'll think about it seriously."

An Ling thanked him and asked:

"By the way, Amy, did you buy the gun?"

"It's not."

Amy shook her head, a hint of gloom flashed in her bright dark eyes, and said:

"My gun was left to me by my father, and I grew up playing with guns, so I'm only a magic gunner now."

An Ling sniffled, and smelled a faint sadness and a hint of extremely inconspicuous hatred from Amy's words.

However, he didn't ask more, but continued to chat about the firearm:

"Are there many types of magic rifles now? Or is there only one type of long-stick rifle? ”

Amy collected her emotions and replied seriously:

"No more, no less, there are two types of rifles and pistols. However, because of its small size, the pistol can accommodate not much machine expansion, resulting in low power and short range, so far fewer people use it than rifles. ”

"But the pistol is light."

"So it's just a toy for rich businessmen or nobles, and if you want to fight with magic guns, you still need a spear like the one in my hand."

"Oh~ I see."

An Ling suddenly realized, and then asked:

"That's right, Amy. Why do you say that if you want a magic gun, you can only find a craftsman to customize it, can't this weapon be sold? ”

Amy blinked, laughed helplessly, and said:

"Because this is a niche weapon, unless someone commissions it, the craftsman will not take the initiative to make and sell it. Therefore, magic guns are all custom-made products, and it is rare to see them circulating and sold in the market. ”

"That's it, I understand~"

"Hmm."

Amy whispered, her neck shrinking slightly.

Usually in the adventure group, she has the least words between her and An Ling, and she is also the person who has the cleanest relationship with An Ling and the girls in the group, and has the most polite words and deeds.

Today, An Ling said so many words at once, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, especially now that they were still in a slightly ambiguous state.

An Ling didn't notice many thoughts in Amy's heart, he only felt that after talking to Amy about magic guns, he felt very satisfied.

He's been interested in magic guns since he's gone, but he's never had a chance to talk to Amy. Only then did he have kung fu, of course, he asked a lot of questions.

Now after listening to Amy's words, he plans to find a craftsman in the capital of knowledge to build a pistol, and the materials will be crystallized with his abyssal power.

"Hey! Anling! ”

At this moment, Talia came over with a heavy bag on her back.

At this moment, the bright and moving red-haired girl's pink face was full of beads of sweat, she was wearing a refreshing small vest and short-sleeved windbreaker today, and her beautiful neck was a milky white. Wearing only a pair of flexible hot pants at the bottom, the slender legs that are as fat as jade are exposed.

Originally, this outfit matched the identity of Talia's swordsman, and she would look particularly handsome and beautiful when she wielded the sword. But today she was only on the road, not fighting, and Talia had to bend down with a heavy salute on her back. So this good-looking outfit is not only completely ruined, but also quite funny.

"Hi Talia! Can I help you? ”

An Ling greeted with a smile.

"Nothing!"

Talia glanced at Amy, raised her chin and said:

"Just to see if you did anything to Amy."

"Talia, what are you talking about!"

Before An Ling could speak, Amy couldn't help but knock on Taria's skull in shame.

Talia covered her head in pain, and said reluctantly:

"Amy, don't look at this kid who is good-looking and always serious, I see that he has a lot of bad thoughts in his stomach, you can't help but let it go."

"Taria, if you say this nonsense again, I'll kick you!"

"Hahahaha!"

Listening to the funny noise of the two girls, An Ling couldn't help but laugh happily.

Taria, who had been kicked by Amy again, had to step back and shout to the two:

"Maggie said that there seems to be a nice clearing in front of us to set up camp, so let's stop early today and rest there, and we will leave early tomorrow."

After saying that, she slipped away.

In the past, it was always Amy who was a scout to find the way ahead. Now that Amy's feet are injured, only Maggie, who has detection and wind magic, can do it.

When Talia walked away, Amy lowered her head with some flushed cheeks, and said:

"Anling, what Talia said just now ......"

"Don't worry, I know."

An Ling laughed twice and made an OK gesture.

After getting along these days, An Ling found that this red-haired girl was very funny, her personality was not coquettish, and she was also very willful and childish.

It's not surprising, Talia is only fourteen years old after all, and her voice is still a little childish, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is an older child.

A tommog like An Ling is different, although he looks like a fourteen-year-old young and cute white-faced boy, his voice is also immature. But the people who communicate with An Ling basically don't treat him as a child.