In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

There are less than ten days left in this month, but Weston is in no hurry to prepare the copy.

Weston now has a more important thing, that is, Weston urgently needs to get a second pistol to use his Gunzerking skills.

With this skill, Weston simply clearing the bottom-level junkyard copy is as easy as drinking the happy water of Fat Mansion.

But buying a gun is a big deal for mechanical wizards regardless of their rank or wealth.

Certainly not for lack of firearms.

Below the Adamantine Gear Six-ring Wizard Tower, the True Spirit Wizard Tower, and the most powerful mechanical-style Stigmata Wizard Tower, there are more various types of firearms than there are fish in the sea.

But magic firearms are more important to mechanical wizards than wizard staffs to ordinary wizards.

Especially the mechanical wizards of the magic firearms department. Their main means of attack all rely on magic firearms.

Being able to obtain magical firearms that suit you at the right price will have a exponential effect on improving your own strength.

Weston downloaded the dungeon this time. All kinds of miscellaneous things, plus the generous bounty that the collision angle obtained from Erlu, made Weston's net worth skyrocket.

Weston's current net worth is more than five times what it was when Weston first got off the airship.

If Weston wanted to take action, a good gun would be hard to come by, but buying another Black Star pistol with novice standard equipment would be enough.

However, Weston had his own ideas.

In the past few days since he came out of the secret realm copy, Weston has been carefully cleaning up the remains of the Black Star pistol found in the belly of the BOSS Steel Horn Slime.

Because the firearm was severely corroded, Weston spent a lot of time peeling off the worthless rusted parts, and removed the most valuable magic weapon and the least afraid of slime acid corrosion.

This witchcraft construct, which is created by overlapping several witchcraft circles, is the core component of the magical firearm.

It is precisely because of its existence that the mechanical wizard can transmit the magic power into the steel-wrapped magic ammunition, activate the ammunition with magic power, and then after the ammunition is activated, the magic construct can contain the boiling magic and magic mixed energy. , injected into the warhead to enhance the attack power of magic firearms.

It can be said that, except for this core component, the Black Star pistol is just a ball of metal garbage compared to various technological gun creations on the earth.

It is a collection-grade good gun decorated with precious metals, compared with the crude imitation firearms produced by a small third-rate national firearms workshop.

Weston's ability to make such a conclusion with such insight certainly did not come from Internet pictures.

In his previous life on Earth, Weston played games as a hobby.

Weston's main business is as a private firearms customizer, also known as a gunsmith.

Regardless of the hero's bravery in the past, Weston's previous life's scenery has all disappeared with the passage of time.

However, the knowledge of professional skills in the previous life was completely retained.

Due to his profession in his previous life, Weston was particularly attentive to the magic firearms class in the Combat Wizard Academy.

It was taught in the classroom, and I learned from the materials on my own after class. I collected a lot of all kinds of knowledge.

After having a complete reserve of knowledge accumulated in his past and present lives, Weston wanted to try to build a gun of his own based on the witchcraft structure in the remains of the Black Star pistol.

So Weston came to the square early this morning, aiming for the street stall market that appears in the square every Friday.

Every Friday, the square that is strictly managed on weekdays will be opened up, allowing professionals to set up stalls to sell various things and trade with each other.

Of course, there are very few good things sold at stalls in such markets.

The professionals have already sold the easy-to-sell items to those businessmen who opened stores.

What will remain in the hands of professionals, waiting to set up stalls here on Friday, will be either garbage that no one wants, or those who lack discovery.

And Weston is the guy who digs for gold in shit.

Don't look down on Weston, a Bole with a bit of a strong taste. Bole himself also trained horses in the smelly cattle and horse market!

If it were a good thing displayed in a store display case, with Weston's wealth, it would be a sin to even take a second look at it.

Weston arrived at the market at dawn and had already been wandering around the square for a long time.

I also received several worn firearm accessories.

At a stall selling magic ammunition of various calibers, Weston saw a 7.62-caliber double-row magazine.

Weston stepped forward, squatted down, picked up the magazine and studied it.

[Double-row pistol magazine, white ordinary quality firearm parts. Applicable caliber: 7.62. Magazine capacity: 13 rounds. Empty magazine weight: 0.83. 】

"Boss, what's the price of this?"

The owner of the stall was sitting on a chair behind the stall with scattered tools hanging on his chest. The owner who was processing a bullet looked up at the magazine in Weston's hand and said.

"For 100 gray crystal coins, I will modify the pistol for you to ensure that you use the magazine without reducing the quality of your pistol. However, the durability of the firearm will be lost after modification."

Weston looked at the boss who was dressed like a craftsman and had a rough idea.

"Boss, if you don't need to modify it, how much cheaper can the price be?"

"You don't need me to modify it, that's your own business, but the price can't be cheap."

After the boss gave a firm rebuttal, he lowered his head and continued busy with his own business.

Weston was not annoyed, smiled and turned his attention to other goods on the stall.

The stalls were full of magic ammunition of various calibers. Weston looked carefully and discovered the mystery.

These ammunition, which are slightly lower in price than those in the ammunition store, are actually not ordinary ammunition, but crudely processed DUM bullets.

It is the bullet with a cross on the warhead that is often seen in movies.

Of course, bosses with professional tools can do things more precisely.

But in the eyes of Weston, a former professional, it's not that clever.

However, if Weston, a former professional, is left to do it himself, Weston does not have the strength.

There is still a difference between the earth's technological firearms and ammunition and the magic firearms and ammunition of the wizard civilization.

After the technology on the earth is transplanted, Weston still has to slowly explore whether it will adapt to the local environment and whether it is suitable.

"Boss, is the ammunition you processed safe to use?"

Weston picked up a 7.62 caliber pistol bullet and asked the boss.

"Don't worry, the ammunition I produce here is all pressed and processed by me one by one, and there is absolutely no quality problem. I have many repeat customers. If you often come to the market, you must have heard of my reputation as a black horse bullet. .”

Regarding this issue, the boss looked much better.

It seems that this boss is quite kind as long as he doesn't mention the price.

Weston took two boxes of ammunition and put them together with the double-row expansion magazine and said to the boss.

"Boss, make a friend. I'll buy so much at a good price. I'll be your repeat customer in the future!"

Weston discussed with the boss sincerely.

The boss who is unwilling to argue with others on price is not a businessman, but more like a craftsman.

Weston knew how to deal with such people.

You can't use business wrangling techniques, you have to play the emotional card.

The effect is really good.

The impatient boss looked at Weston's sincere attitude and couldn't resist.

After giving Weston a preferential price and explaining the fixed price, if Weston can't afford it, please look elsewhere.

Weston didn't say any more words to the boss, just paid and left.