After the Full Level of the Profession

This pair of silver-plated blunderbuss is only as long as an ordinary person's forearm, small and exquisite, and very compact.

As soon as it was taken out, several people present immediately screamed "Huh".

The fire gun is not a rare thing in this world of swords and magic. Since the craftsmen of the dwarf race invented the fire gun, the fire gun has also undergone many years of development.

Dwarf craftsmen and human craftsmen continue to transform and strengthen it, and their technology is becoming more mature, and they are constantly moving towards lightweight. However, none of the few present have seen such a small firecracker.

The baron was the first to speak: "Although I can see that this is a firecracker, what's the matter with such a small firecracker?"

Golda and Kik couldn't help asking, "Can this firecracker really work?"

Robb smiled and said: "Of course it can be used, you are optimistic about it."

He took out a small steel ball and stuffed it into the barrel of the firecracker, then raised it, aimed at a tree about 5 yards away, and pulled the trigger. He only heard a "touch" sound, and the tree popped up. Light smoke, the people present stared at the same time, and saw that a deep hole had been punched out by a small steel ball in the middle of the tree trunk.

"Wow, such a small firecracker can really be used! It's amazing." The Baron couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a brilliant craftsmanship this is, such a light and dexterous little firecracker, it is simply amazing. , Where did you get such a good thing?"

This was just done by Robb, but he couldn’t say that. He put on a face full of memories, and said leisurely: "It’s a long story. Three years ago, I met a man in a valley. Dwarf craftsman, he's..." He deliberately put on a story that could not be finished for half an hour. Where can the baron dare to listen, and quickly said: "Oh, it turned out to be a gift from a little craftsman. ?"

"Yes!" Robb said, "Anyway, the story begins when I met the dwarf craftsman..."

The baron hurriedly said, "Ah, Mr. Robert, we have to get into the mountain in a hurry. Let's tell this story next time."

Robb was really too lazy to make up the story. He deliberately set up the score to interrupt him. Of course, he didn't make it up. He smiled and said, "Well, let's just say the result. This pair of short guns is very suitable for Xiao Yi, although your fighting skills It’s not good enough, and its power is not strong enough, but the firecrackers require almost zero power for the user. You only need to take it out, reload, aim at the enemy, and fire, and you can cause enough damage to the enemy. It can be used to make up for the shortcomings of your insufficient attack power, so I will give it to you as a gift."

"Hey? But..." Xiao Yi hesitated obviously: "This thing doesn't fit the style of our priests. We usually don't use weapons that will cause the enemy to lose a lot of blood."

"Usually not, but still use it when it is critical." Robb said: "Like last night, when you wanted to destroy the cursed ruby, but because of insufficient power, you were bombed with a stick. At that time, you It would be great if you could find a handful of blunderbuss and break that gem."

"This... makes sense." Xiao Yi hesitated.

Robb continued: "And you see that these two short tubes are so small, you can tie them to your thighs and cover them with a nun's skirt. No one knows that you have such a weapon on your body, so you won’t doubt it. You have faith in the God of Light, and as long as your own beliefs are firm enough, of course you won’t worry about using them to kill good people and destroy the teachings of the God of Light, right?”

Xiao Yi said: "It seems that the more I listen, the more reasonable I feel."

Robb handed a pair of short guns to her hand: "Then take it! By the way, there are two belts here. Use them to hang the guns on your thighs."

"Oh, okay!" Xiao Yishun took it, and after turning to the tree, he hung two firecrackers on his thighs. When turning out from the tree, the nun's skirt was put down. No one could see her. There are two short guns hidden.

Robb said in a serious manner: "Xiao Yi, I think you need to do the most basic training before you set off, come! Try an action. When you run into danger, quickly flick your skirt and pick up the flames on your thighs. Make a shooting posture. It must be fast, accurate, and steady in order to exert its power."

Xiao Yi didn't know what it was, but she really did it. She brushed the ground and turned around. The inertia of the rotation turned the nun's skirt out of a beautiful fluttering motion, and then quickly placed her hands on the thighs at the bottom of the skirt. With a copy, the short gun has been copied into his hand, half squatting, and the two guns are aimed at the next big tree together. It's just that she didn't pull the trigger, because the **** of light loves everything, and even the tree doesn't want to hurt.

Although this set of actions was the first time she did it, she still did it beautifully and vigorously. With her cold face, it was quite like a "nun killer".

Robb laughed strangely in his heart, and exclaimed: It's a success! The success of the Sister of the Holy Spear is really eye-catching. Wa hahaha! A creature like a nun must be linked with the word killer to look like a nun, otherwise?

Xiao Yi put away the guns and turned to face Robb: "Father Robert, thank you for your generous gift, but I will not use this thing easily, and will only use it when it is most urgent."

"Hmm!" Robb nodded pretending to be serious: "That's how it should be."

Xiao Yi suddenly turned confused: "Why do I always feel like you are smiling?"

Robb had a holy light on his face: "How can I be smiling? You can tell from which wrinkle on the skin of my face that I am smiling?"

"I don't have a single wrinkle, but I don't know why it feels like you are smiling, and it is the kind of tricky smirk, wicked smile." Xiao Yi said: "It seems to have dug a hole for others to jump in. Others Still thanking you for your laughter."

Robb immediately turned into a distressed expression: "Mysister! I kindly give you the weapons and equipment I have treasured for many years. See how happy Golda and Kik are, but you doubt my kindness. I actually said that I dig a hole for you to jump. Did the God of Light teach you this way? Did you respond to the kindness of others to you? You said, I gave you a pair of rare fire guns, how can it be considered? Is it hurting you? Alas! I feel very disappointed. I am almost disappointed. I can no longer feel sincerity and trust in this world. I only see doubt and guard. God of light, save this confused world. …"

Speaking of this, reduce the volume, and quickly said: "Unless you show me the action of spinning the skirt and pulling the gun from the thigh again, otherwise I will be angry, the kind that is not good."