Propelled by gunpowder, the bullet is fast and accurate.
Goethe's continuous shooting practice in the club during the past two weeks in the afternoons was not in vain.
Relying on his physical fitness, which is nearly three times that of ordinary people, and his unlimited supply of bullets, Goethe finally successfully upgraded [Gunpowder Weapons and Pistols] from the basic level to the entry level after a long period of non-stop shooting.
[Gunpowder weapons. Pistols (entry): You are already familiar with pistols. When faced with fixed targets within 10 meters, they have a very high hit rate. When faced with moving targets, they also have a certain hit rate; Effect: Skill +
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At this moment, the distance between the two sides is less than 5 meters.
Goethe's shot is bound to hit.
Just a translucent defensive force field rose from the old man's body, like a shield, blocking the warhead.
The bullet pressed against the translucent defensive force field, spinning rapidly, but quickly lost its kinetic energy.
bite!
The metal slug that fell on the ground was beating back and forth.
Before that, Goethe had repeatedly pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
The remaining five bullets in the magazine are all fired.
Without exception, they all hit the translucent defensive field, lost kinetic energy and fell to the ground.
"how?"
"Have the heirs of the Robert family also favored gunpowder weapons?"
"It seems that you have also violated tradition!"
The old man mocked Goethe, but when Goethe took out another revolver, the other man stopped talking.
But what made the old man even more disgraceful was that after Goethe threw the revolver without bullets in his hand to Andinan, he also took out another revolver from his coat.
Three revolvers!
Who would hide three guns on their body?
And he’s also a guy who upholds ‘tradition’!
The old man roared in his heart.
But Goethe did not hesitate, he held both guns in his hands and fired repeatedly.
Bang bang bang!
This time, the force field defense shield rippled.
Moreover, the ripples began to converge and intersect.
Extraordinary shields and gunpowder weapons.
Spear and Shield
Who is the ultimate winner?
Double Gun will give you the answer!
Snap!
The translucent force field shield was directly shattered.
At the same time, the two guns in Goethe's hands were out of bullets, but Goethe looked towards Little Graz with a smile.
The old man was shocked and pale.
"Close your eyes quickly!"
The old man yelled.
Longwei!
Little Gratz obviously knew what the heir to the Robert family was best at, so he immediately closed his eyes, and then he heard a muffled sound.
That's...
The sound of the body being hit
Little Graz heard that correctly.
Because when he beat his servants, it made such a sound.
It's just that Consultant Silik screamed more than the servant wanted.
Instinctively, little Gratz opened his eyes.
He saw his consultant holding his crotch and backing away, his eyes were red, as if tears were flowing out, and his neatly combed beard and hair were all standing upright at this time.
And that Marple stepped forward with a sinister smile on his face.
"Walk!"
When little Gratz didn't react at all, his adviser grabbed his arm.
Then, the two of them disappeared from where they were.
Only left——
"Andinan is the illegitimate son of the Archduke of Graz!"
The words were mixed with the feeling of pain, but they were still spoken completely.
The sound echoed on the second floor.
Goethe frowned.
When facing any extraordinary person, he could not be careless. Therefore, he took action when he was quite sure, but he did not expect that the other party had the ability to "teleport".
and……
It's instant!
The opponent's force field shield is also instantaneous!
Goethe had a glimmer of enlightenment when he thought of the "despondent gaze" which also does not require gestures and can be driven by pictures and words.
"The mystery of the secret realm in front of you is disappearing, so the extraordinary ones let themselves gradually adapt and change!"
"Maybe the power has become smaller, but it has become more convenient and..."
“It’s impossible to guard against it!”
Goethe reminded himself that he must be more careful.
Then, he turned to look at Andinan.
At this time, the young man was stunned in place.
Undoubtedly, this young man was stunned by the news just now.
"Am I the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke?"
Andinan looked at Goethe.
Goethe remained silent. He did not know whether what the other party said was true or false, but according to his speculation, Andy Nanji might be the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke.
The young man was quite smart. After recovering from the initial shock, he immediately wanted to change the subject.
"Maybe, maybe they want to mess with the view?"
Andinan said, trying to show a smile.
However, that smile is extremely far-fetched.
Precisely because the young man was quite smart, he also came to the same guess as Goethe.
"Lord Marple, let's continue the shooting training."
Afterwards, Andinan said this.
At this moment, the young man looked calm and seemed to have completely gotten rid of the impact of the news.
Goethe did not stop him.
This afternoon was no different from the past two weeks, shot after shot.
And the entire 'White Lion Club' didn't seem to notice the arrival of Little Graz.
Everything is as usual.
However, Andinan's chances of missing the target skyrocketed.
It was obvious that the young man was far from as calm as he appeared.
But Goethe maintained a normal level.
It seemed that he was not disturbed at all by the sudden 'visit' of the extraordinary being, even though the other party showed unusual secret skills.
When he was in his hometown, Goethe understood a truth: when you are upset about something, the best way is not to think about it, otherwise, you will only become more and more upset.
It may even affect your own judgment.
And what could be an easier distraction than shooting?
Naturally, it was a double shot.
As for comforting Andinan?
First of all, Goethe was not good at comforting others.
Secondly, it concerns things like parents.
As an outsider, Goethe felt that he should not say anything more.
After all, he has never experienced anything similarly complicated. If he just opened his mouth while standing there, he would be struck by lightning.
Therefore, Goethe remained silent until the shooting training was over.
Goethe and Andinan returned to No. 11 Kimmel Street with a smell of gunpowder.
"Master, the bath water has been put away."
"After you take a shower, you can eat."
"I prepared special dishes - I made improvements based on traditional dishes."
Maid Maria said excitedly.
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
Goethe handed over the coat casually.
Since attending several neighbors' gatherings on Kimmel Street, Maria's impeccable performance has completely reassured Goethe, especially the recent food, which made him extremely satisfied.
There is no special baked apple, and the blood-tonifying soup is available.
Life has become radiant.
After washing, Goethe put on his pajamas and returned to the restaurant.
Andinan did not change his clothes and was still sitting in the restaurant.
It is obvious that young people are waiting for Goethe.
After hearing the footsteps, the young man immediately raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Seeing Andinan's hesitant expression, Gode pulled up his chair and sat across from the young man.
"I'm not very good at comforting people."
"But if you want to say something, I can listen."
"At the same time, I can also keep it a secret for you."
"However, don't expect me to give you any advice. You can only rely on yourself for this kind of thing."
Goethe said this.
Andinan was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"You don't want to comfort people as you imagine."
“There is nothing more comforting than listening and keeping things confidential.”
"Did you know?"
"I'm actually a fool."
The young man pursed his lips in a self-deprecating tone, then leaned back in the chair, half-raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.
After a pause for a few seconds, the young man continued.
"My mother didn't mention my father too much. She just told me that he was an ordinary person and died very early."
"But my mother told me that she inherited some inheritance from her father."
"Then, when I inherited the inheritance, I realized how rich the 'some' my mother talked about were - as long as I don't invest and start a business in a crazy way, I can live my life without any worries.
The next life."
"Moreover, this is based on the premise that my mother spent a lot of money."
"Such wealth, although it is an exaggeration to say that it is as rich as a country, is enough to make people jealous. So, why have my mother and I lived together for 16 years without being disturbed by anyone?"
"Then, why did some guys who shouldn't appear appear again after my mother died?"
"It's not like I didn't notice these problems before."
"It's just that I didn't think deeply about it, I..."
"Escape!"
The young man said, holding his head higher.
"There should be no father in my life, but he is everywhere."
"And my mother?"
"Always by my side."
"She wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer."
"I happen to be very interested in medicine."
"In my plan, I should become an excellent doctor in 4-5 years. My mother will be proud of me. After working for a few years, I will get married and have more children.
Mother is making trouble."
"This is my plan."
"Instead of getting involved in some bloody dispute between aristocratic families!"
"I don't want to!"
"This is not what I want either!"
The young man said, raising his head higher again.
Goethe turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the kitchen. He didn't want the young man to be embarrassed.
There was silence in the restaurant for five minutes.
The silence was broken only with the arrival of the maid Maria.
"Hey, Andinan, why are you crying suddenly?"
the maid carrying the dinner plate asked in surprise.
"My toes touched the corner of the table, and then I couldn't bear it any longer... Ouch... it hurts... it hurts too much."
Andinan explained.
It was just an excuse at first, but as I said it, I couldn't help crying loudly.
"Don't cry, don't cry, come and try the feast I made, it can cure everything!"
Maria raised her hand and patted Andinan on the head.
Then, the lid covering the dinner plate was lifted.
Suddenly, Andinan stopped crying.
No, it shouldn't be stopping.
But I was frightened.
There is a golden roasted chicken on the plate in front of you, and an octopus is stuffed into the belly of the chicken. The head of the octopus has completely entered the belly of the chicken, only the tentacles are exposed, and under the roasted chicken.
The back is inlaid on an open-shell crab, with eight spiked scarlet crab legs standing upright.
"This, what is this?"
Andinan stammered and asked.
“Roast chicken!”
Maria replied matter-of-factly.
Then, he slapped his forehead again.
"By the way, sauce!"
The maid quickly ran back to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of sauce.
"This is my special spinach juice, healthy and delicious!"
As she spoke, the maid poured the sauce on top.
Immediately, the dark green juice spread out, and the roast chicken that was originally just a little scary suddenly took on a strange temperament, making it difficult for people to look directly at it, as if one more look would make them completely crazy.
General.
"Want to eat it?"
Andinan swallowed hard.
But this action directly misunderstood the maid.
"Can't wait?"
"Come on, come on, try it!"
said the maid.
Andinan looked at the maid who had just comforted him, and then at the indescribable roast chicken that he could not look at directly. He gritted his teeth and wanted to pick up the knife and fork. However, the moment his fingers touched the knife and fork, the young man
I chose to give up.
He couldn't put down his knife and fork.
He cowered in front of a roast chicken.
He suddenly discovered that the problem of "getting into a bloody dispute in a noble family" just mentioned was not that difficult.
At least, death can sometimes be a relief.
But if you really eat this roast chicken, your life will be worse than death.
Andinan, who commented in his heart, looked at Goethe.
Immediately, I was impressed.
Goethe's face was calm and as usual, he adjusted the napkin on his collar, and then just picked up the knife and fork.
Suddenly, the young man looked in admiration.
'As expected of Mr. Marple, you have the courage to eat such roast chicken!'
The young man thought so.
However, just before the knife and fork were about to touch the roasted chicken, Goethe suddenly stopped.
He looked at the door solemnly.
Then, he put down his knife and fork, walked over, and opened the door.
I saw Kudzu raising his hand, as if he was preparing to knock on the door.
"Marple, can you..."
"Got it, let's go right away!"
Goethe interrupted the deputy police chief, grabbed him, and walked out.
Andinan looked at Goethe who was about to leave and immediately reacted.
"Maria, I'm sorry!"
"Although I really want to taste your food, there is an emergency and we have to deal with it."
"By the way, if the roasted chicken is cold, it won't taste good. If you reheat it, it will lose its original taste, so..."
"You can give Kai a taste of your craft!"
The young man stood up and ran outside, saying to Maria.
Then, the two of them grabbed Kudzu and ran out of 11 Kimmel Street.
Turning the corner, the two looked at each other.
There is a kind of joy of surviving a disaster.
"What are you doing?"
"I haven't finished yet..."
Ge Gen, who was being held by two people, shouted dissatisfied, while Andinan curled his lips in disdain——
