Gerry Empire, Ember City, Training Range.

Bang!

The feather arrow let out a terrible roar and pierced straight into the target buttress a hundred paces away.

Jensen Sissel took out two more feathered arrows from the quiver behind his back, placed them on top of the dragon's head longbow, and took aim.

"Uncle Jensen!"

Bang!

The two arrows still hit the bull's-eye.

"Uncle Jensen......"

Little Sissel glanced back, and it was a sassy little boy who was accompanied by a boy a few years older than him.

Both of them carried bows and quivers on their backs, thinner than the black feathered arrows they had just used. However, the longbow carried by the boy was larger, and it was made of cedar, which was already the longbow system used by adults.

The little boy was carrying an ordinary bamboo bow, and it looked like the family was doing it casually to send the child away, little Sissel thought to himself.

After recalling for a long time, that day under the Entropy Sky Tower, he came to watch the fireworks with the children in Ember City, and he met him at that time.

"It's you. Little Sissel squatted down and touched the boy's head, "Last time I was in a hurry, I didn't have time to ask your name, what are your two names?"

"Maguta, my name is Maguta, and this is my brother, Aaron. ”

Little Sissel nodded, got back to his feet, and drew his bowstring.

Bang!

Another arrow.

"Alright, little warrior Maguta, go and pull the arrow down. Sissel Jr. patted Maguta on the shoulder.

The boy nodded, and rushed forward. When the arrow was drawn, the black feathered arrow was still shaking violently.

Maguta had already handed over the arrow.

"Uncle Jensen, you promised me that day that you would teach me and my brother the art of assassination. Maguta's voice was a little aggrieved, "But the next day, the guards under the Entropy Tower said that you were gone. ”

"Oh...... That time," Sissel Jr. roughly recalled, "there was a temporary bounty order, and I was in a hurry, sorry, I won't say goodbye next time." ”

"It was like His Royal Highness the Prince. Aaron, who had been beside him and didn't speak, said suddenly.

Little Sissel was stunned, but refused to admit it: "No, it's just an ordinary bounty order." ”

"We have seen the golden-topped carriage of His Royal Highness!" argued Maguta, then added, "After he left the Entropy Tower, he returned to Fagan City." But not to the palace, but to the territory of the Spirit Clan......"

"Maguta!" Aaron jerked his head down and glared at his brother.

"It's okay, Aaron, let your brother continue, there's no one here. Little Sissel smiled softly, but he didn't feel good inside.

Maguta grimaced, as if embarrassed to continue.

"It's all right," said little Sissel, "and I'm not going to sue you." ”

Maguta hesitated, and finally spoke: "That day, the two of us were curious, so we secretly followed the carriage of His Royal Highness the Prince to the territory of the Spirit Clan. His Royal Highness chatted with the patriarch at the door and said...... Say ......"

"Say you want to get rid of the Sissells, Uncle Jensen......"

Little Sissel was stunned.

Although when he listened, he had expected the following content, but he didn't expect that this sentence would be so shocking when it came out of the child's mouth.

He pretended to be relaxed and changed the subject: "What's your surname?

"Kirk, my name is Aaron Kirk. The young man said respectfully, "My father worked under the Corion family, so he ...... Striking iron, and occasionally making gadgets. ”

The surname Kirk is not a famous family in the Gerry Empire, nor is it a top spiritual family, but in the royal capital of Fagan City, it is also one of the several more populous surnames.

The Corion family has a monopoly on the smelting and casting industry of the Gerry Empire, and the Kirk family has no shortage of smelting and casting wizards. There is an inventor surnamed Kirk under the head of the Hefes Patriarch, who has been obsessed with the study of spiritual arts and mainland secrets for decades, and has invented many weapons for the Fire Empire army to store spiritual power and accurately control the fire element.

"I have a good relationship with Patriarch Hephaus, don't be afraid. ”

"But...... But......" Maguta said with a nervous expression, "Uncle, if they want to get rid of the Sissell family, will there be no mercenaries in the future?"

Little Sissel didn't answer, straightened his waist again and stood sideways, pulling the dragon head longbow in his hand.

The black feathered arrow broke through the wind and hit the bull's-eye again.

This time it was a little different, the moment the arrow hit the battlement, a ball of fire ignited, and the red light fell with the breath of little Sissel.

"Mercenaries are always there, but employers are not. He replied, "Mercenaries can be anywhere." ”

Maguta clearly didn't understand this, but Aaron nodded resolutely, took his longbow, and fired an arrow at the fiery battlement.

Scold!

It's a little crooked, but it's still on target.

"You're in good spirits, Aaron. Little Sissel looked at the red-glowing flame arrow and boasted.

"Not enough, Uncle Jensen. The young man stared at Little Sissel and said, "You are a god to me, and the mercenary group is a dream to me!"

His gaze seemed to be really staring at the gods, at the gods of the sun and fire.

"How dare I...... Hahaha, but I can be your teacher and teach you assassination and bows. Little Sissel hid his weakness with laughter.

He didn't expect that a person like himself, who was greedy for money, lustful, and extremely decadent, would become a god in the eyes of others, and that becoming a mercenary who fed war with war would actually become the dream of a child in Ember City.

Aaron said, "Teacher, if someone wants to harm you, I will definitely shoot him through the eye with a flaming arrow." ”

If he wasn't a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, Little Sissel really felt that those eyes would belong to an elite soldier, or a veteran.

Such resolute eyes can only be had after a person steps on the battlefield, and after seeing the fighting and war, everything in the world is no longer the original state.

Practicing assassination and assassination are two different things, not drawing a bow to shoot a target battlement, drawing a knife and cutting a stake.

It's about piercing through the other party's skull, digging out the enemy's heart, and watching the fiery blood spurt out from the knife, the thrill of extreme evil.

Little Sissel avoided his gaze a little distressedly, such evil should not appear on a teenager's face.

"As a mercenary, if you make a mistake once, you will lose everything, understand?"

"Students understand, students remember. Aaron bowed.

"Uncle Jensen......" said Maguta in a whisper, "have you made a mistake, why does His Highness the Prince say that you are wrong?"

"Because my uncle did something that made him unhappy. In a gentle voice, Sissel said kindly to Magutta, "Everyone makes mistakes, and for an Assassin, it is especially important to grasp the feeling of every minute and every second, which is the basis for judging where he is going." ”

Aaron said: "Teacher, you just want to be a more valuable person, with a sharper knife, it's not a mistake, it's a choice." ”

This sentence once again made little Sissel look at this teenager with admiration.

"You're really smart, Aaron. Jensen Sissel was a little late and boasted heartily.

"Teacher, I know that some things don't go your way. So......" Aaron paused, took out a triangular cowhide bag from the satchel on his waist, and handed it to little Sissel, "My father made it, and I want to give it to you." ”

Little Sissel solemnly untied the string from the cowhide pouch, and inside was a weapon with a brass tint.

Strictly speaking, it should be a secret weapon, right?, he muttered to himself.

The size of a flying knife, but much heavier than a flying knife, the tail end is jet black, a little curved, and it is very easy to hold.

Somewhat like a crossbow, but without a bowstring and arrow slots. It's also a bit like a dart, but with a hole in the front that resembles an arrow track, about the size of a royal coat of arms.

"What kind of novelty is this?" he unconsciously wrestled the tail of the weapon.

Dada......

There was a crackle of metal.

"Teacher, be careful!"

Boom!

A thud burst from the weapon in the palm of his hand!

At that moment, a round bullet shot out of the hole of the weapon, hitting the ground with a burning smell, and soon a wisp of black smoke rose.

Little Sissel's wrist froze, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What the fuck, what's going on?" he scolded, and felt that he couldn't be so open-mouthed in front of the child, so he said, "Aaron, is this really your father......'s doing?

The young man introduced solemnly: "Well, my father called it a 'gun', and the little ball that was shot just now was called a 'bullet'. ”

"Can I understand that a more powerful crossbow bolt?" asked Sissel Jr.

"Yes, you can shoot pellets like you did just now, or you can use spiritual power directly, whatever. ”

Aaron took the gun, expertly grasped the handle, raised his arm flat, and aimed the muzzle at the distant buttress.

"Like this. ”

Boom!

Boom!

The flames quickly ignited on the battlement, several times more powerful than the flame arrows.

The muzzle of the gun glowed red, like steel that had just been forged out of a furnace.

Little Sissel took a deep breath, thoughts flooding through his mind, his heart already burning as hot as the muzzle of the gun.

"Come on, I'll try. He said.

Rubbing the numb jaw, Sissel Jr. took the gun again and walked to the farthest target.

"Well, by the way......" he asked, a little scared, "is this thing called a gun?

Aaron took a few steps closer and said, "Yes, teacher......"

"Wait a minute, stay away, stay still. He hurriedly interrupted Aaron.

"Okay," said the boy as he stood still, "my father called it the 'Galissian Spear,' named after the god of the sun and fire!"

"It's too long," Sissel Jr. relaxed, his arm relaxed, "it's called Vulcan, ask your dad if it's okay." ”

"This is your gun, if you say it's called Vulcan Gun, it's called Vulcan Gun!"

Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed again at the training range.

"Whew......," he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a hearty smile, "the muzzle of the gun is spewing flames!"

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PS：

Let me tell you about this Vulcan Gun......

The Vulcan gun is purely set in this book, don't come to the history of gun development, according to spiritual thinking, it must be developed from weak to strong, so it is to invent a simple gun first.

In "Town World Decision", please accept the setting, don't pull others to compare, don't be so cyberpunk, thank you.

For example, the Vulcan spear that appears in this chapter is the product of spiritual power and smelting, not the one that first invented gunpowder on our earth and then used it in the military. There is a fire elemental spiritual technique, which can directly replace gunpowder to some extent. If there is a [gunpowder] setting in the future, it will also be an invention of the three empires of Feng Shui, and it will not appear in the Gerry Empire.

If there are comments in the future that it violates scientific logic, the old lady will blow his head with a Vulcan gun. (feigned grumpy)