, fellow Taoist, do you buy a Gatlin?

"What? Did you take a job for me?"

Jiang Xia, who was "touching the corpse" by the forest, threw a broken magic gun aside, and said without raising his head:

"You didn't ask me for my opinion, Hack, why are you so bold?"

The cowboy who was bowing and standing beside Jiang Xia was a little nervous.

Especially when I saw the seven or eight corpses that were blown to death beside Master Jiang.

The crisis in his heart was even more serious.

The witch hunters who can be hired here must be good players, but seven or eight people gathered together to attack, but they were killed by the master without any harm. This once again proved the master's power.

"Master, this time it's a good business."

Huck pushed his cowboy hat, and sent a wooden box to Jiang Xia with a flattering face, saying:

"Barl Helford needs a powerful witch hunter to help her regain her ancestral property, and pays for it, and takes out the magic weapon left by her father, who is also a master, as a reward.

I saw the musket you used before. Although it is powerful, it is not a magic weapon. It should be when the master loses his advantageous weapon.

But how could a witch hunter not have a weapon that matches his identity?

Therefore, I boldly took over this employment for you, Master. Master, this is the reward paid in advance by Baron Helford.

Real boutique!”

"Um?"

Jiang Xia turned her head and looked at Hake, took the wooden box, and opened it in her hand.

Fill in it with black velvet.

There is a very exquisite revolver, which is not the large-caliber revolver that Jiang Xia uses now, but the very traditional retro type that was used only in the denim era.

It was made of silver-gray gun body and ivory grip, which did not look like a murder weapon, but rather a handicraft.

But as Hack said, this thing is not ordinary.

Jiang Xia took it out of the box and put it in his hand. It was heavier than an ordinary gun. It was made of special material and cut it on the silver-gray gun, and there were also marks that were invisible to ordinary people.

It is the unique "supported spirit" of this world.

There are similar marks in many parts of this gun, which is more complicated than the marks on Hack's command knife. At least four different spirit effects are created on the pistol.

And the balance of this gun is perfect, and it feels very good to hold it in your hands.

"good."

Jiang Xia looked at the gun, and a hint of love appeared in her eyes. Men all liked such violent things.

Especially when its violence and aesthetics are combined.

"Forget it this time, ask me before making a decision for me next time."

Lao Jiang snorted, took out the bullets that were equipped with the wooden box, put them in his pocket, stood up again, and whispered to Haknu, saying:

"Cleaning the body, everything you find will belong to you."

"Okay, master."

Hake rubbed his hands, his eyes lit up, and then he took over Jiang Xia's movements and began to touch the body.

These witch hunters who dared to provoke the masters were already dead. They did not respect their power and were not willing to die, but the materials they had on them could be collected for others who needed them more.

Hack and the others had just suffered a failure, and this would be the time to replenish supplies.

"By the way, Master, the Baron invites you to the carriage, she wants to talk to you about the specific matters of hiring."

The cowboy looked up and said something to Jiang Xia.

The latter looked at the fearful gazes around him, shook his head, and took Su and Hanhan to the carriage. He put the new fine products in his hand in his hand and played with them.

Ignore the greedy and jealous eyes around me.

"Su, how were you discovered? With your lurking ability, these nineteenth-century cowboys could not find you."

Lao Jiang asked in the newsletter.

Su, who was following him, responded quietly with communication:

“It wasn’t what they found out.

It was someone in the crowd, who, in their words, should be a blood vessel, and he or she seemed to have a strange perception, and I detected energy fluctuations.

Then these cannon fodder rushed out to surround me.

It should be a test."

"People in this era are really unfriendly, right?"

Jiang Xia smiled and said to Su:

"Anyway, I have to go through the way. Now that I have accepted the employment, it has become a competitive relationship. Be wary of it on the road, if there are still people who provoke..."

"I understand."

Su responded, the warriors struggling in the wasteland knew how to respond to malicious temptations.

Jiang Xia didn't need to teach him this at all.

"My name is Jiangxia, I am from the East. In your words, I am a witch hunter."

Jiang Xia stopped in front of the carriage and said to the old housekeeper who was waiting for him by the carriage, wearing a sexy tuxedo and meticulously combed his hair.

The latter looked up and down Jiang Xia, without answering, but just made a gesture of invitation.

The carriage in front of me is quite big, full of Western style. On the side sliding door, there is a black window screen. As Jiang Xia stepped onto the car, he immediately smelled the smell of perfume.

In the carriage, on the green velvet sofa, opposite him, was a girl in a black dress.

She wore a lady's wide-brimmed hat with feathers on the hat and a veil hanging down. She couldn't see her cheeks very clearly, but she should be very young.

Some are thin and have a sickly pale skin.

She had long black hair, softly draped over her shoulders, adding a bit of beauty to her.

The black dress on her body is also the kind of waist-hugging and fluffy skirt worn by a noble lady, and there are a few layers of lace on the corners. This kind of cumbersome clothes represent the identity of the girl in front of her.

A baron.

I don’t know why this world is almost destroyed, so why do they still have the intention to do these fun jobs such as titles.

However, the baroness had a thorn sword dotted with roses in her hand, which seemed to mean that she was not as weak as she seemed on the surface.

The car door was closed by the old housekeeper, which was extremely sound insulation, which suddenly blocked the sounds from inside and outside, quieted the carriage and became dim.

"I am..."

Jiang Xia was about to introduce herself, but was interrupted by the girl opposite her.

"No, you are not!"

The girl was also looking at Jiang Xia, and she said in a soft, singing voice like a bird:

"My father is a witch hunter. Although I don't have much memory of him, I still know the expression and behavior of a witch hunter.

And their ideas, practices.

You are not a master.

You are not even a witch hunter, let alone a bloodline.”

The baroness gently uncovered Jiang Xia's disguise. The latter blinked his eyes and changed into a more comfortable posture. He leaned on the sofa, raised his legs and said:

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore. I'm really not a witch hunter."

"But you're amazing."

The baron seemed very satisfied with Jiang Xia's honesty. She wore her black gloves' fingers and brushed the sword at her hand, saying:

"Uncle Saren saw with his own eyes that you, alone, killed seven or eight well-trained witch hunters without any effort, using some powerful explosive.

You are very good at fighting.

It is a great help to what I have to do next.

My father told me that any powerful force must be respected, so I have no intention of exploring your secrets, I just want to hire you..."

"You have hired me."

Jiang Xia patted the silver-gray pistol on his waist and said:

“The advance payment was given.”

"No, no."

The baron shook his head and said:

“What I mean is real employment.

It's not a verbal agreement like those rude witch hunters. Although I'm not a witch hunter, I don't have to guess, and I know what kind of results will develop in the end when hiring them.
To be continued...