In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

After Arne figured out the red-letter rule characteristics of his single-edge rifle, he left here happily.

Although the damage increase of the red letter rule special effects is very difficult to stack, Alne does not need to be superimposed to the full level. As long as one or two layers of damage increase can be stacked, Alne can deal very high damage.

After seeing off his first real customer since time travel, Weston turned around and started cleaning up the mess on the workbench.

Mashal, on the other hand, walked towards Onandi. Just now, Arne checked Onandi's Professional Guild Card. Mashal, who was standing next to Arne, naturally saw the information on the Professional's Guild Card.

A high-level professional should not appear in an ordinary Medusa modification shop.

Even at his peak, Mashal could only modify the firearms and equipment of third-level professionals.

"Sir Onandi, I don't know what your instructions were when you came to the shop. I'm afraid our small modification shop doesn't have the ability to serve you!"

Onandi smiled and took the wizard soup handed over by Mashal, placed it in front of him, and looked at Weston who was busy cleaning up in front of the workbench.

"It doesn't matter, I came here to prepare a gift for one of my juniors who is a second-level professional.

I heard that you have a new firearms modifier here who has just entered the industry and has already modified two red-letter rule firearms. I think this newbie’s record is now three red-letter rule firearms! "

"Lord Onandi, you are looking in the right place. But Weston's current strength is not enough to modify and make a second-level magical firearm weapon!"

"It doesn't matter. I see that his strength is improving very quickly. He should be able to make second-level magical firearms soon!"

After Onandi said this, Mashal could no longer refuse the other party.

After all, the person in front of him is a high-level professional, and what he says is not just a matter of words, but also true to his words.

It is not something that Mashal, an old and low-level auxiliary professional, can refuse repeatedly.

"Okay, Lord Onandi, I will call Weston over now."

"No need, I have a design here. Just follow it. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"

After Onandi left a drawing and a deposit of ten sea-blue azure coins, he turned around and left the modification shop.

After Weston cleaned the workbench and came to Marsale, Marsale was sitting on the counter, staring blankly at the drawings spread out in front of him.

"Teacher, what are you looking at?"

Weston moved closer to Marshal and looked at the drawings on the counter.

Mashal pushed the drawing in front of Weston and said with a wry smile.

"You are now well-known, and big customers have already come to your door. This drawing is a second-level alien magical firearm that the high-level professional just asked you to customize. Take your time and take a look at it yourself!"

Drawings of exotic firearms!

Weston suddenly became energetic after hearing Mashal's words.

Each of these magical firearms is completely different.

Weston has never heard of fixed blueprints for exotic firearms.

Of course Weston should take a closer look at such a rare thing.

After unfolding this drawing, a field of firearms that Weston had never touched emerged before Weston's eyes.

Weston looked at the design of this witch wand revolver modified with a grenade launcher and the complex magic energy conversion witchcraft construct, and finally understood where Mashal's frustrated expression just came from.

This drawing is quite difficult!

But this is good, only when it is difficult can it be challenging.

At present, I have no ideas for modifying my air hammer, and I have no materials for modifying my flintlock gun.

The order for this custom-made witch staff revolver was just for me to hone my skills.

But before he wanted to take action, Weston had to thoroughly understand the drawings of this strange firearm.

Weston's eyes moved away from the complex pattern in the center of the drawing and fell on a wizard's emblem in the corner of the drawing.

A pair of steel wings wrapped in crimson flames.

Weston studied the drawings at the Medusa Gun Modification Shop for a whole day.

At sunset, Martha, who was dressed in white and walked briskly, returned home with a metal box in her arms.

"Weisdong, go farm electronic devil eggs tomorrow. Remember to meet at the secret realm hall on time!"

When the figure of Martha in white disappeared into the stairs, Weston's attention was withdrawn from the drawings.

Thinking about the words that floated in his ears just now, Weston recovered from being addicted to studying the drawings.

Look at the sky outside, it's almost dark.

I have to go back to meditate.

I'm going into the Secret Realm again tomorrow. I wonder if my luck will be better tomorrow and I'll be able to get those elusive electronic devil eggs!

After Weston put away the drawings of alien firearms on the table, packed his things, and was about to go back to practice meditation, teacher Mashal came back from outside.

"Teacher, I'm going back!"

Weston said hello to Mashal while packing his things.

"Weiston, I have good news for you!"

Mashal handed a letter to Weston and said.

"You have modified a red letter rule firearm. The gunsmiths' guild has passed the review and agreed to promote you to a three-star firearms modifier."

Weston took the letter and remembered the witness of the gunsmiths' guild, Carrizo the Colored Deer, when he had modified the teapot.

He told Weston a rule at the time.

If a firearms modifier can modify a red letter rule firearm, he can be promoted to a three-star firearms modifier.

It was a pity that Weston's teapot appeared too early. Because when the teapot was developed, he was not an official member of the Gunsmiths Guild and could not enjoy this benefit.

But Hua Lu Carriso could not have imagined that in less than a month, Weston had already produced two more magical firearms with red letter rules!

However, Weston has no interest in becoming a Samsung firearms modifier.

Although the star rating can attract many customers, it cannot improve Weston's shortcomings in firearm modification.

After Weston did not want to become a three-star firearms modifier, he was questioned as not worthy of his name.

"Teacher, please keep the letter for me. I want to wait until my firearms modification skills have improved to three-star level before I can be promoted!"

During this period of time, Marsal has also become familiar with Weston's character.

Seeing Weston's attitude, Mashal also understood Weston's thoughts.

"Okay, I'll keep this letter for you and give it to you on the day you decide to be promoted!"

Back in the meditation room arranged by Mike, Weston followed his old habit and cleaned his gun first.

Although there was no battle today, Weston's habit of wiping his gun every day was unbreakable.

In the process of disassembling and cleaning several guns one by one, an idea flashed in Weston's mind, and a familiar picture flashed through his mind.

In an abandoned factory workshop, a group of gangsters were distributing the newly delivered arms.