Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 126 The Details of the 125 Magical Instruments

Mike was stunned and quickly waved his hands to deny: "I didn't say that!"

Feng Xiuhu patted his shoulder: "I know you can't say it directly, but I understand."

Mike panicked even more and grabbed Feng Xiuhu's hand: "Master Priest, I can't take the blame for this. You can't put it on me!"

"I didn't explain it clearly just now. Although the Upper City Auction House is the only one doing the business of buying and selling magical weapons, it doesn't mean that other auction houses are out of stock. Whoever can open an auction house has connections all over the world, so it's normal for them to receive magical weapons. It's just that most people don't dare to open this business. But if they can't sell it openly, can't they give it secretly?"

Feng Xiuhu brushed his hand away: "You have a point, so I will go and confirm it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

Mike quickly stopped him: "Where are you going?"

Feng Xiuhu avoided answering: "Just help look after Shunzi here, don't worry about anything else."

Pushing Mike away, Feng Xiuhu walked out the door.

……

When I returned to the house, Ermazi came over.

He handed a handkerchief to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu lifted the handkerchief, revealing a revolver and a bullet.

This bullet is exactly the same as the one taken out of Shunzi's chest, but because it has not been activated yet, its magic power has not been revealed.

After Feng Xiuhu took away the gun and bullets, Ermazi picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his hands.

He laughed and said, "That kid was pretty stubborn at first, refusing to speak. It wasn't until Da Ma Zi pulled out ten of his nails, poked out one of his eyes, cut off one of his ears, and was about to gouge out his kneecap, that he finally confessed."

Feng Xiuhu had no expression on his face: "What do you mean?"

Er Mazi said in a deep voice, "He said he was originally a lowly person, bought and kept in a courtyard a few years ago, but he never knew who the owner was. It was not until he was brought to see him today that he learned that his life was sold to Director Lu."

"The gun and bullets were also given by Lu Hongxi. There are two bullets in total. One is used to shoot you, squad leader. If it succeeds, he will escape and be free from now on. But if it fails, the remaining bullet will be kept for himself."

Feng Xiuhu nodded slightly: "Since you've confessed, let's get through it quickly."

Ermazi nodded in agreement.

Feng Xiuhu went out again and whispered something to Miao Gensheng at the door.

After receiving the order, Miao Gensheng immediately went out to the bottom city.

Feng Xiuhu went to Shangcheng District again.

He said he wanted to make sure.

So he went to find Xiong Guiyuan.

Xiong Guiyuan was having dinner when Feng Xiuhu rushed in and the housekeeper was too late to chase him.

He sat down next to Xiong Guiyuan and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food.

Xiong Guiyuan stared at Feng Xiuhu for a few seconds, then ordered the housekeeper who came running behind her, "Get another set of bowls and chopsticks."

Feng Xiuhu raised his hand: "No, I'll just have a couple of bites. I have things to do tonight, so I shouldn't eat too much."

Xiong Guiyuan asked him, "Then what do you want to talk to me about?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't look at her, his eyes focused on the dishes. He asked casually, "Guiyuan, tell me the truth, do you have a way to get a magic weapon?"

Xiong Guiyuan's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand to wave away the maid in the hall.

When they were the only two left in the dining room, he said, "You are from the church, why do you need to look to me for help?"

"I just like your cleverness."

Feng Xiuhu grinned and turned to look at him: "But I'm not in the mood to play witty banter with you right now. Just tell me what I want to hear."

Although he seemed to be laughing, Feng Xiuhu's tone was wrong.

Xiong Guiyuan's breath hitched, and she pursed her lips and said, "Yes, but it may not be what you want. So, Deacon Feng, why don't you tell me first, what kind of magic weapon do you want?"

It's all right. Feng Xiuhu took out his revolver and slammed it on the table along with the bullets: "Do you recognize this?"

Xiong Guiyuan leaned over to examine it, then picked it up and examined it carefully for a while. She shook her head and said, "I haven't seen it before, but the runes on the bullet indicate it's from the Church of Evernight. As for this gun...it has more than one type of rune engraved on it, so it's obviously not a standard magical weapon mass-produced by the church or temple."

Feng Xiuhu withdrew his gaze. Xiong Guiyuan's expression did not seem to indicate a lie.

"but……"

Xiong Guiyuan hadn't finished speaking yet: "I've seen something similar."

Feng Xiuhu looked back again: "Where have I seen this before?"

Xiong Guiyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "The Great Xuan Army."

"Xuan Nation's own army does not belong to the church or the temple. They are loyal to the president."

This was another new point of knowledge. Feng Xiuhu wondered, "The President has his own soldiers? Don't the churches and temples care?"

Xiong Guiyuan shook her head: "Of course Xuanguo has its own soldiers, otherwise who would help the President conquer the world?"

"As for why the temple doesn't care, it's because there are no cultivators in the Great Xuan Army. They are all ordinary soldiers."

"But the elite troops in the Great Xuan Army are all equipped with magical weapons."

She pushed the revolver back in front of Feng Xiuhu and said, "The magical weapon I'm talking about is their musket."

"The runes on this revolver have many similarities with the muskets of the elite Great Xuan Army."

"Although I'm not a cultivator and can't understand what effects these runes correspond to, it's not surprising—after all, they're all guns, so it's normal for them to have similar effects."

"I just want to say that this gun probably has little to do with the church temple."

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled: "How can you be sure?"

Xiong Guiyuan asked in return, "For whom do the church temples manufacture magical instruments?"

Feng Xiuhu replied: "Of course it's our own practitioners."

"That's right." Xiong Guiyuan nodded. "But each sect's cultivation methods differ depending on the deity they believe in. To ensure ease of use for their practitioners, the magical instruments they create must also match the sect's—so the runes on these magical instruments can roughly indicate their origin."

She pointed to the revolver and said, "This one is more like something for ordinary people."

Feng Xiuhu understood.

If this revolver did not come from Xiong Guiyuan, then the answer is clear.

After the matter was confirmed, Feng Xiuhu did not stay any longer and stood up to say goodbye.

It was already dark when we came out of Xiong Guiyuan's small Western-style building.

Feng Xiuhu was waiting for dark.

He left Upper Town again, but instead of going home, he headed straight for the Factory District Church.

When Feng Xiuhu arrived outside the iron gate, Miao Gensheng stepped out from the darkness and said, "Squad leader, everyone is here. Just as you said, I'll call ten brave and ruthless people."

Feng Xiuhu looked across the street and could vaguely see a crowd of people in the shadows.

He nodded: "Wait here."

After saying this, he turned and went into the church.

The temple is still guarded by the Holy Guard at night.

Although Feng Xiuhu will not officially take office until tomorrow, Mike reported today and all the staff on duty have learned that Feng Xiuhu has been promoted to priest and will be in charge of the church.

The guard who opened the door became even more respectful, bowing his head and beating his chest in a salute: "Greetings, Your Excellency the Father."

Feng Xiuhu didn't bother to waste time talking and directly ordered: "Call the Divine Guards on duty tonight to come see me."

PS: Feng Xiuhu is going to do big things.

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(End of this chapter)