Its magic power covers the gun body, allowing every bullet fired to temporarily be added with a magic removal effect, and its lethality to low-level monsters will be enhanced.

But this is just an entry-level application of spiritual art.”

Old Saren picked up the gun and made a goal move in a good manner, he said:

"What a pity this good gun.

Its amazing destructive power should be worthy of better engraving, such as cutting off flesh and blood, or spirit-gathering and explosion, but your recklessness has turned this spirit-capable gun that could have become a fine product and turned into a inferior product."

"I didn't know how to do it at that time."

Jiang Xia smiled, not angry at Old Saren's words. He took out the magic revolver from his waist and put it in his hand. He asked the old hunter:

"Where is this gun? You said that this gun is Master Fleming's gun. I think the spirit on it must be very advanced, right?"

“That’s natural.”

Old Saren picked up another classic Colt 1911 and started to engrave the spirit with a carving knife. While working, he said:

"This gun was made by the master and was a seventh birthday gift for the lady. The master used the "ghost cut", "holy power gathering", "spirit gathering explosion", and "evil objects retreating" on the gun.

It has the ability to suppress ghost monsters and can also disperse low-level monsters, especially the complex advanced spirit-attached array of "Holy Power Gathering".

Let it automatically absorb magic from the outside world.

You can use self-defense for ordinary people without using your own magic power. The seal of evil things can disperse weak monsters within 120 feet of your body."

"No wonder I took it and swayed around the manor for several rounds, but no monster rushed up to fuck me."

Jiang Xia pursed her lips, thinking about the pistol in her hand, and said:

"I thought I was lucky, but it turned out that it was all because of it."

As he spoke, Jiang Xia looked at the delicate revolver in his hand with some regret. He turned his head and threw the gun to the baroque who was dozing beside him.

The latter looked at the pistol in his arms in shock and looked at Jiang Xia in confusion.

Lao Jiang fell out of cigarette, raised his legs, and said slowly:

“I don’t know your father.

But I know his intention to give you this gun as a gift. I love money very much, but it is not bad enough to grab a little girl's birthday gift.

Take it back.

It will definitely mean a lot to you, and your father should have left other weapons, just change them to me."

Lao Jiang's words complicated the Baron's expression.

She glanced at Uncle Saen who was working with his head down and said softly:

"There are monsters under the castle, and they are very powerful. I won't lie to you, a foreigner.

My family has been defeated after my father left, and today the weapon reward paid to those witch hunters is the final legacy of the Helford family.

Even if you help us get rid of the monster, I can't get more rewards to you except for the spiritual book left by my father. I think a person like you will not pursue ordinary money, right?

That thing.

I have a lot of them.”

"It's okay, just have that book."

Jiang Xia looked at the lively bonfire party over the witch hunter, and he said:

"I have made enough money this trip. If you feel sorry for it, why not tell me about these ashes, about their classification and mystery.

I'm very interested."

"This is nothing to say. Any monster will produce ashes as long as it is alienated by the dark magic. No matter how advanced the ashes are, the blood abilities obtained after burning are very basic.

It requires constant practice to improve your power.”

Old Saren by the bonfire did not look up. This old housekeeper who was wearing a tuxedo and combed his hair meticulously and could not be missed. He was very skilled and said in a low voice:

"The biggest problem with this kind of primitive ashes is that it gives abilities randomly, such as ghouls. You may get alienated sharp bone claws when you burn them, but there is also a high chance of getting corpse stinking.

Even if you conquer a powerful monster and burn it rashly, you may only get the lowest level of physical strengthening.

This is a job of gambling luck.

A smart person like you must understand that playing cards with fate without preparation is not courage, but stupidity.

It is definitely a madman to burn the ashes without discernment to seek good luck and get the blood abilities they need.

The safest method at present is to obtain the ashes left by the witch hunters who died in battle from the Witch Hunters. Their ashes have the ability to be frozen and will be fully inherited as long as they are burned.

Minimize risks and have room for choice.

After all, no matter how powerful a witch hunter is, there is always a limit to the pain he can bear."

As he finished the spiritual support at hand, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Xia.

explain:

"But reducing risks means that it is expensive, which is a luxury game that ordinary people in our world can never afford."

"Expensive things are not necessarily good, but good things are definitely expensive, and anyone should understand this."

Jiang Xia nodded, looked at the castle that was covered with shadows in the dark night, changed the topic and asked:

"Are the offerings enough?"

"Um."

Old Saren nodded. He didn't want to say too much on this issue, so he said vaguely:

"The magic wind direction in the manor has become cold enough, and it is enough to open the seal."

"Your Helford family and Vaslow's Witch Hunter will have such a good relationship. When you come back to do big things this time, won't those witch hunters come to help?"

Jiang Xia played with the cigarette in her hand and said:

"Is it a superficial brotherhood? Or is there something else in this matter?"

"You have too many problems."

Old Saen whispered:

"This is the Helford family's internal affairs. The witch hunter will want to help, and I won't let them intervene."

"Okay, then I won't ask."

Lao Jiang's eyes turned back and forth between Miss Helya and Old Saen several times. He spread his hands and said bluntly:

"I made an agreement in advance that if the situation is not good, my people and I will retreat immediately. We are here to do business, not to make a living."

"Well, I can understand."

Old Saren threw the firewood into the bonfire, and as the flames snapped, he said:

"Don't worry."
Chapter completed!