The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"Ah?" Lian's eyes widened and she shrank back. "Are you here to ask me for the thorn bullet?"

"That's part of the reason," Carly nodded. "After all, we're going to compete, so there's nothing wrong with having more insurance."

"Impossible!" Lian shook her head firmly and handed the revolver back to Carly. "I didn't even give it to Aoi when she asked for it, so how could I possibly give it to someone like you!"

"Little pity~" Carly pouted, pretending to be pitiful, "Give it to me, you don't need it anyway."

"No," Lian still shook her head, "I only have three in total, and they were all given to me by an old friend. These are all treasures, how can I give them to you!"

"But look, this revolver is so beautiful, is it really justifiable that it doesn't deserve thorns?"

"That's your revolver, not mine!" Lian said irritably, "If I say no, it means no, there's no room for negotiation!"

"Well, okay, you evil-hearted animal lover," Carly sighed helplessly, took back her steam revolver and put it back in her bag, "In that case, it's not too much to let me have a free meal, right?"

"There's only instant noodles at home, just make them yourself."

"Eh? Won't you get fat if you always eat instant noodles?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

"This doesn't concern little Lianlian's health."

"Who asked you to care about my health? Also, don't call me Xiao Lianlian!"

"..."

Thus, there was a strange scene beside Pace's bed: the thoughtful white-haired girl and the two quarreling homebodies. The instrument that constantly monitored Pace's heart rate kept ringing smoothly. For a while, the heart rate jumped slightly, and at the same time, Pace's brows slightly frowned.

Was it a nightmare? Who knows, after all, no one was watching the poor Thebitten.

......

2) Broken Wrist (Part 7)

With the help of the gunsmith, Kemp chose a small pistol for Jessica, which was very suitable for her palm size and more suitable for her to control. At the same time, the gunsmith also prepared a complete set of medical equipment for Jessica, so that she could provide first aid for Kemp and Yu in case of an accident.

After that, Kemp pulled out the gun that once belonged to his father from the inside of his clothes and handed it to the gunsmith. The moment the gunsmith saw the gun, a strange look appeared between his brows:

"This... this is..." The gunsmith gently stroked Kemp's pistol, examining the patterns on it, "[Sunbrid-201 "Sun Tower" single-shot loading musket], made in the Federation... Boy, where are you from...?"

"This is my father's gun." Kemp's face was heavy.

“You kid… I see…” The gunsmith nodded heavily, as if he knew something. “Okay, I see. If that’s the case, then you’ve come to the right place.”

After saying this, the gunsmith began to maintain Kemp's single-shot rifle without saying another word. The gunsmith's shop was silent. Yu was sitting on a seat beside him, sitting with his legs crossed and daydreaming, while Jessica was carefully counting the things she had just received. Only Kemp kept staring at the gunsmith's movements.

Judging from the gunsmith's expression, he seemed to know his father, which was why he was so serious in maintaining the pistol. This was not surprising at all. Although he was confused when he was young, when Kemp traveled through the city as a newspaper boy for so long, he naturally found out the identity of his father.

[Blade of Babel] Eleventh seat, [Scorching Sun] Amost Li.

Going to the competition means getting closer to the peak of the Tower of Babel. Although Amost, as the [Original Blade], was not a blade selected by the [Tower of Babel Competition], Kemp always felt that the closer he got to the Tower of Babel, the closer he would be to his father who once guarded the border of the Federation.

My father shed his last drop of blood and died at the hands of the Wilkin Guard. But even though he had done this, the current Federation was still dark, abandoning all the abandoned people at the border.

Including Kemp himself.

He wanted to take back everything that belonged to him, using his father's gun.

Of course, saving Aunt Enlia comes first, Kemp consoled himself.

"Okay, kid, your gun."

After the gunsmith finished processing, he returned the pistol to Kemp. The pistol had become brand new under the gunsmith's care, and the patterns on it were glowing with blue factor energy light.

"This gun was originally powered by redstone. If so, the power of the activated factor energy bullet would be much stronger than it is now," the gunsmith shook his head with great regret. "However, it is now filled with just an ordinary Vo1d crystal. I replaced it for you, but it can't be as powerful as when Lord Amost used this gun."

"From what you said, it seems that you know my father?" Kemp finally couldn't help but ask.

"I can't say I know him. I just cleaned his guns for him, just like now," the gunsmith smiled, rubbing his bandaged wrist. "I was in much better shape then... I was more adept at doing delicate work, but now I'm not as good as before."

"What kind of person is my father?" Kemp blurted out before he could react. "I...I have..."

"I understand, kid. It's been so long." The gunsmith sighed softly, then raised his head slightly, his eyes reflecting memories. "I don't remember it very clearly, but I remember that he was a very kind man. He gave everything for the border city of Ravis. He was a respectable man."

"It's worthy of respect..." Kemp murmured with his head down, "Father... gave everything."

He gave everything, but what did he get? Was he leaving his son to wander in the slums, hanging on the edge of life and death? Kemp thought so in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

After pondering for a moment, Kemp raised his head and bowed slightly to the gunsmith.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, you little brat. Why are you being so polite?" The gunsmith's voice was a little hoarse. "If you really want to thank me, please listen to my advice."

"What suggestions?" Jessica at the side finally spoke up, "You tell us, and we'll listen."

"Don't enter the [Strange Mist Forest]," the gunsmith frowned, rubbing his wrist as if he was suppressing something. "If you want to treat Enlia, then just evacuate from the [Border]. If you go deep into the forest, you will not only face ordinary people who take advantage of the situation, but more powerful beings."

"An even more powerful being?" Kemp was a little confused. "For example?"

"You kid, you should know the retreat reward in the Weird Mist Forest, right?" The gunsmith did not answer, but instead asked a question.

"I know," Rain interrupted before Kemp could speak, "Fifteen million federal savings dollars, and Weiser's account."

"That's right," the gunsmith nodded. "Then what kind of people do you think would come here for these two things?"

"Who doesn't want money?" Yu said impatiently, "You old fool, do you really think -"

Before Yu finished speaking, Jessica interrupted him:

"Those desperate criminals and mercenaries outside the Federation?" After Jessica finished speaking, she looked at the gunsmith timidly, fearing that she had said something wrong, "Right...right?"

"Yes."

To Jessica's surprise, the gunsmith nodded approvingly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"For these people, what's valuable isn't the 15 million. They've already earned enough money in their gangster lives to live out their next lives, so any more is just icing on the cake. What's valuable to them is the Weiser household registration. Getting this is equivalent to getting the federal government's protection, and it's a way to completely quit their criminal ways and escape their desperate lives."

"But, if the Federation leads all these people to Weiser, won't it be..." Jessica's voice was low, but it was very clear. "I mean, they are evil wolves, aren't they? If there are more and more guys like this in the Federation society, won't it be..."

"Silly girl, that's not the case," the gunsmith shook his head slightly, "They are evil wolves, desperadoes, that's for sure."

"But when you put wolves on a leash, they eventually degenerate into dogs."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present seemed to realize something and was stunned. Seeing that his words were effective, the gunsmith continued:

"Not to mention, there is also enough money to support them for the rest of their lives. Under the influence of honey, even the evil wolves that once had the potential to subvert the world will gradually shed their fangs and claws and become loyal dogs that can be controlled by the Federation."

"These loyal dogs will eventually be selected by the Federation when they are needed, and turned into fangs to stab the enemy. For example, the lofty [Blade of Babel] and those influential figures in the Federation Army."

"Hold these wolves with potential power in your hands and tie them up with reins," Jessica murmured softly, "Could this be the Federation's..."

The girl was about to daydream further, but before she could do that, the gunsmith interrupted her -

"That's too much, girl," the gunsmith said, clearing his throat. "Like I said, I just want to remind you. When these wolves fight for the limited pie, the power they can unleash is beyond your imagination. Therefore, there are basically no such people at the evacuation point in the [Border] area, but in the [Strange Mist Forest], there are many such guys. If you go there, the ones you need to fight are not just ordinary people."

"You need to fight the wolf."

"..."

For a while, the gunsmith shop became extremely quiet. Even Yu, who was always extremely arrogant, seemed to realize something and lowered his head slightly to think.

After a long time, Kemp raised his head and nodded to the gunsmith.

"I see," Kemp said, putting the pistol in his pocket. "We'll take your advice."

"Well, that's a smart kid," the gunsmith nodded kindly, looking completely different from the first time. "Be careful. I will never compete, but..."

The gunsmith said this, rubbing his wrist, as if hesitating about something.

After a while, he looked up and smiled.

"But since you are going, you must come back alive."

"We will. When Aunt Enlia recovers, we will definitely treat you to a meal!"

After saying this, Kemp and his party bowed deeply to the gunsmith and said goodbye. Then they walked towards the door of the gunsmith's shop, ready to leave.

However, when Kemp was about to open the door, the door of the shop opened first. An old Wilkin man pushed the door in, with a muscular body and a pair of determined eyes on his sculptured face.

The moment he passed by the old man, Kemp seemed to sense something and stopped where he was.

He turned his head and watched the old man walk straight to the gunsmith's counter and asked in a low voice:

"Black powder, fifteen pounds. Do you have any in stock?"

"Yes, but you..."

"Don't ask, I have enough money."

There was an unquestionable aura emanating from the old guard, causing the gunsmith's body to tremble slightly.

"Okay... Then please come this way..."

"..."

Kemp stared at the old man in a daze and followed the gunsmith into the room at the side. He had never seen this old man before, but from the moment he saw the old man, his hands had been shaking inexplicably.

It was as if he should know this guy.

"Little Camp?" Jessica waved her hand in front of Camp's face. "Are you okay?"

"I... am fine." Kemp took one last look at the old man, then turned his head and smiled at Jessica, "I am fine."

"We go home."

......

2) Broken Wrist (Part 8)

After a short rest, Pace's condition returned to its peak. Although he had some post-traumatic stress disorder from the previous battle in the experimental field, he still mustered up the courage to put on the giant armor and conduct a new round of experiments with Perlis.

The experiment went very smoothly, and all the devices on the "Fighting God" worked perfectly, which once again boosted Pace's confidence.

"Phew, I feel pretty good."

On the sofa in the living room, Pes was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking a cold cola from Lian's refrigerator. After drinking the cold drink, Pes, who was hot all over from the high-intensity exercise, felt as if he was alive again, and he felt very comfortable.

"Aha!"

Pace exhaled comfortably, and the iced cola in the glass bottle was half gone. He looked to the side and saw Perlis sitting on the sofa in a daze, so he handed the bottle of cola to her:

"Give."

"Hmm?" Perlis tilted her head and looked at Pace strangely, "Go throw it away yourself."

"I don't want you to help me throw it away," Pace said speechlessly, "I'll give you a drink."

"No." Perlis objected.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you drank..." Perlis muttered, turning her head to the other side, "Man."

"You still despise me!"

"..."

On the other side, Carly and Lian were finishing up their work. They said they were working together, but in reality, Lian was the only one working there, frowning, while Carly just watched her with interest. Lian looked bitter and resentful, as if she had a grudge against the keyboard, and she typed so hard that it was almost smoking.

"Animal lover, what's going on?" Carly propped her cheek with her hand, her ice-blue eyes reflecting Lian's profile, "I felt something was wrong with you from the beginning. You shouldn't be so irritable. What happened?"

"Nothing," Lian muttered without turning her head. She was still testing the performance of the [Parting Gift], "Get to work."

"You're really not honest. You have the same personality as my little white flower," Carly stroked her chin gently, "Let me guess... Is it because the new anime is too bad?"

"No."

"So there are too many Weiser people?"

"I told you it's okay."

"Okay, actually I know why you're so impatient," Carly smiled softly and patted Lian's head, "Is it because of the bad ending of "The Dwarf Who Retreats"?"

Hearing this, Lian was stunned for a few seconds. Her pupils slightly widened and became a little dull. After a few seconds, she came to her senses and sighed softly.

“Why do you pay attention to everything?”

"So, I guessed right," Carly smiled proudly, "I've read that book too. The first three volumes are clearly good enough to be considered a masterpiece, but the author let himself go at the end, causing the entire plot to fall apart..."

"Yeah," Lian replied softly, not stopping at her work, "but it's not the bad endings that I hate."

"What's that disgusting?"