The gunsmith pretended to raise the bone gun and blew it, "Anyway, you will die sooner or later. It's better to kill him with one shot than to cut him into pieces."

He is not a pedantic person who is bound by moral integrity. He often acts casually when encountering things. Therefore, when the secret water reveals his identity, the only idea of ​​the gunsmith is to kill him. Revenge for John is second, but the gunsmith vaguely feels that it is very dangerous to let such a creature exist in the world.

He put away his bone gun, held the "eternal core" emitting a green glow in his palm, closed his eyes, and began to use alchemy to feel the structure and nature of the object.

After only a few seconds, the vast starry sky appeared in his mind. The invisible forces in the universe were dyed with colors and became visible to the naked eye, but suddenly, gathering and dispersing impermanently.

The gunsmith's consciousness was swallowed up by another huge and unknown spiritual force. He could no longer feel his existence, as if the body had become dust; time was like the fantasy of nothingness; tangible is invisible, abstract is concrete; all the physical knowledge learned when he was a human being became meaningless, and those things were like a series of derivatives that were constantly proposing absurd theories but constantly using new theories to make self-confirm.

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In 2084, east of the Ural Mountains, there was a forest covered with wind and snow.

Two men in military coats were standing in front of the door of a small wooden house, and one of them knocked on the door. Soon, the person in the house opened the door. It was an old man. His right eye should be blind and his face still had a hideous scar.

Lao Luo was quite surprised when he saw these two strange men. At the same time, the tall old man crossed the shoulders of the two people in front of him and saw a team of people. The number was about seven or eight. They all rode on two-legged flight mechas similar to that of the ostrich, carrying advanced guns. One of them looked quite eye-catching. He did not wear a standard military uniform and wore a sword around his waist, which meant that he was at least a nobleman, and the jewelry and gorgeous hilt of the sword also meant that this was a very wealthy and high-ranking nobleman.

"Is there anything wrong, sir?" Lao Luo asked.

The soldier at the door replied: "The Earl Master came to hunt in the mountains today, and you also saw that the weather is getting a little bad now, and we need to requisition your house for a rest."

Old Roll glanced behind them again, feeling quite disdainful, because at this point, the real hunters should have returned with a full load, but the count and the soldiers of the entourage were all empty-handed, and the large group of people seemed to have not opened yet.

"Oh, that count wants to go into the house to hide from the wind and snow..." Old Luoer said: "Okay, I think I can make somewhere..."

But the other party's answer was: "No, I said, this is not a request, it is a requisition. Also, the Count does not like to stay in the same house with civilians, you have to stay outside until the Count leaves."

"What?" Old Roll was shocked and angry, but someone on the other side had a gun, so he was not easy to attack: "But this is my home!"

"So you should feel honored." The soldier suddenly lowered his voice when he said this, "Old man, stop talking nonsense, put on a piece of clothing, and we all have to stand outside the house..."

The man beside him said in a more subtle voice almost like a ventriloquy: "The Count is in a bad mood now. If you procrastinate, God knows what he will do. Don't implicate us!"

Old Roll also saw their difficulties, and he sighed, "Forget it, I can only hope that the count will not rest by the fireplace until midnight before leaving. Unexpectedly, he had just turned around and suddenly a gunshot rang out."

The bullet passed through a soldier's shoulder and hit Lao Luo's back. Blood flowers bloomed in front of the door of the wooden house.

The soldier shouted in pain, covered his shoulders and knelt on the ground. His companion next to him supported him, with a panic expression but did not dare to speak. Old Luoer, he could not say another word, and stopped breathing in less than half a minute.

"Look, I've told you a long time ago that I'm a sharpshooter, and I can hit the target even through the obstacles. The deer would run away just because I blinked." The Count acted as if nothing had happened to the murder and showed off in a very proud tone, as if it was a great thing for him to hit an old man who was unprepared ten meters away with his fine gun.

The soldiers did not show much sympathy or sadness. They knew the Lord's temper very well. Silence and obedience were to ensure their safety and receive an additional reward in the hands of the noble.

But in the distance, a boy was stunned by the scene in front of him. The prey in his hand fell to the ground, his tender face was filled with horror. He didn't understand how all this happened. His grandfather, the only relative in the world, was killed by a person he didn't know at all. Little Charles happened to see the moment the gunshots, and he didn't even have time to react.

Who is he? Is it my father's enemy? How did they find this deep mountain?

The eleven-year-old gunsmith was like a frightened little animal. He crawled to the ground, hiding himself, making a choking sound in his throat, and his vision blurred, but he quickly wiped off the tears. If the tears flowed halfway down his cheeks, they would freeze and hurt very much when they were torn off.

The fur coat worn by the gunsmith was white, and he could hide himself well in the snow. He gradually approached the cabin and stared at the group of people. The Count soon entered the house alone, while the other seven remained outside. Two soldiers dragged Lao Luo's body into the nearby forest and buried it shallowly. The kind of scavengers would be dug out and eaten by scavengers within a day. The other people gathered together, which seemed to be warmer. The soldiers injured on the shoulder were quickly treated. The empire's medical technology was very excellent. The Count went out to hunt and naturally prepared complete trauma treatment measures.

The gunsmith slowly moved forward on the snow. He had been very clear-headed since he was a child. When he reached about a hundred meters away, he could vaguely hear the conversations of the soldiers.

"Kill innocent pigs indiscriminately, uh... damn, if I have permeated my bones, I will be disabled." The injured soldier covered his shoulders, his blood had stopped, but he was still scared of the fear that moment just now.

"Don't complain. If you stand a step to the left, he will pierce your neck without hesitation." An older veteran smoked, "In the past, there were a few guys who were beaten to death by the count himself. At that time, I would have to report and make up a lie, saying that it was a fire, or something, and the count would lose one more money, and a life would be gone."

Another soldier said, "Then how do you write the old man's report? He had two branches stuck on his head, and the count thought he was a deer?"

"Hmph...how do you write?" the veteran replied, "No need to write. This old man lives in such a deep mountain. Even if the empire has his information, it is the kind that has not been updated for many years. As long as we don't say it, who will know how life or death this person is? So, you should be glad that the bonus this month will be more than usual, the hush money given to you by the pig. If you don't know how to speak nonsense, believe me. It won't take too long to write a report on the cause of death for you. I don't want this to happen."

"Hey, if it weren't for the purpose of supporting the family, I would have quit this guard work long ago. I was not a soldier to serve as a slave for some Count."

"It's all farts. Even if you don't serve as a slave, you'll be someone else. If you don't want to be a slave, you have to climb up. When you have money and power, you can be your master, and you can shoot and kill people everywhere like that pig, rob other people's wife everywhere, and no one can catch you."

Just as these people were smoking and chatting, the gunsmith had quietly slipped to a place less than 30 meters away from them...

The Count roasted a fire beside the fireplace in the house, smoking a high-end cigar comfortably. The bad mood of not getting any prey all day was slightly relieved. However, his rest time was very short. In just about ten minutes, the door of the cabin was opened.

The count turned around and cursed: "Bastard, who allowed you to come in?" As soon as he said that, he was stunned on the spot.

In front of him, a boy stood at the door, looking only 1,300 meters tall. He was wearing a white fur coat and holding a hunting rifle. At this moment, he seemed to have taken a blood bath all over his body. The warm blood had not dried up and frozen, which meant that it had just splashed on it.

The count's first reaction was to reach out to get the gun, but his intention was strangled by a bullet just as soon as he raised his hand.

"Ah!!! Ah!!" the count screamed wildly, his screaming was much more shrill than the soldier he had just hit, because a blood hole was punched in his right hand.

The gunsmith looked at his reaction, but his face was expressionless.

"Little bastard! What do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?!" the Count roared, but he did not dare to act rashly because the little bastard had a gun in his hand.

"I know, you are the murderer who killed my grandfather." The gunsmith replied.

This is undoubtedly telling the count that name and status seem meaningless to a child, but the count still said: "You bastard! Untouchable! How dare you hurt the noble members of the Gilson family. This is a crime of death. I want to kill all your family! Dig out your heart and cook it!"

Cruelty and stupidity are very dangerous qualities, and it is obvious that the Earl of Gilson has both, and his reaction is equivalent to ringing the death knell for himself.

"I didn't use a gun to kill the seven people outside." The gunsmith took out a bloody dagger from behind: "Because I don't want you to hear the sound, so I have a chance to escape."

The Count suddenly felt creepy and said in surprise: This thin child actually killed seven imperial soldiers with guns silently?

"I always knew that I was a little different. Even if I rarely meet someone other than my grandfather, I knew that I was different from normal people." The gunsmith closed the door and approached the count with a dagger: "I can use this dagger to kill a 600-kilogram brown bear and dismember it within a few minutes. I don't think adults will be faster than me." He paused: "I haven't killed anyone before, but I just killed some, and it turns out that it's nothing difficult."

Earl Gilson was obviously scared. He could not use his identity to intimidate the child. He probably wouldn't have the upper hand in terms of force, so at this time, he had only one way: "This... This is just an accident... My gun went off fire. Yes, yes, I didn't mean it. Listen, as long as you are willing to let me go, I can give you a lot of money. You can move to the city and live a life of food and clothing without having to hunt in the mountains for a living..."

"Is this your last words? A lie?" Little Charles' childish face, whose figure was soaked in blood and the weapon in his hands, looked terrifying and weird against the backdrop of the fire.

The Count roared angrily and kicked the gunsmith in the face, but he was greeted by a sharp dagger. Blood flashed, and one of his feet flew out, and even the bones were cut flat under his calf.

It is often heard people describe the so-called "screaming like a pig" but this sentence is not accurate. At this moment, Earl Gilson's scream should be regarded as "screaming like a pig being killed."

"Ah!!! You little bastard! Ah... Ah!! The bastard raised by the bitch! I want to kill you! Peel your skin off! I tell you! That old bastard deserves to die!! I think you are so despised by you!! You..." He kept shouting, but the wound was bleeding. The bloated count rolled around in pain on the ground, his face turned red, and his furious made his facial features twist.

The gunsmith had already raised the gun and aimed at the enemy's head, but he did not pull the trigger. A few seconds later, he actually put the gun down again.

When the count saw this scene, he thought the other party had changed his mind and immediately said, "What? You figured it out, boy, that's right! Put down the gun! Let me go! The money I promised still counts!" His expression added a little excitement to the twist, as if he had seen hope in a desperate situation.

The gunsmith's answer was: "You are not worthy."

"What?" the count was stunned again.

"You are not worthy of dying under the gun. Your blood will desecrate the sacredness of bullets." He walked forward and pressed his hand on the count's forehead with one hand. The count's eyes suddenly lost their spirit, and his body gradually turned black. When the gunsmith retracted his hand, a pile of black dregs shattered and scattered on the floor.

Almost at the same time, the gunsmith fainted, which was the first time he used alchemy on a conscious living creature, and the only time so far.

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The burning pain in his hands made the gunsmith wake up from the past. He was like holding a newly baked potato. He threw the Eternal Core back and forth with both hands a few times, and the blue fragment suddenly returned to normal temperature.

He shook his head vigorously. Not only did he fail to understand the situation of the Eternal Core, but his spirit almost collapsed. It seemed that this was a very dangerous thing, and it took a lot of time. It was more appropriate to make a long-term plan.

The gunsmith put the Eternal Core in his pocket and decided to find a way to leave the ruins first. The first step was naturally to find out if there were any mechanisms in the room, but as soon as he swept it with his eyes, he saw that the body of Dark Water had undergone drastic changes.
Chapter completed!