You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 106 Blood and Guns
Jared felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure as his palm came into contact with the carefully polished hardwood in his hand.

Unlike other complicated and bulky firearms.

Only smooth, coherent, and non-redundant lines can be seen on the "Kote-200" in his hand.

The solid gun shell made of high-quality steel, advanced rotating bullets, impact-type bolt action, etc. are all designs that are ahead of the times.

Not to mention the power.

He has personally tested that even a strong man of the fine bronze level will die suddenly on the spot as long as he is hit in a vital part.

These green lights, which symbolize powerful physical strength, are so ridiculous in front of bullets.

Kot-200 sublimated him.

This gave him, a loser who had never been able to break through the black iron level and struggled to stand out among civilians, to possess power far beyond the limit.

Jared became more and more excited as he thought about it.

Everything is in his plan.

At the beginning, the big shots of the "Chamber of Commerce" asked him to come to "Talek" to carry out this task that was almost equivalent to death.

He agreed without hesitation.

Just to have a reason to apply for this weapon.

Recalling the surprise of those high-ranking big shots when they heard that he actually knew about the existence of "Kote-200".

Jared felt even more proud and proud inside.

After possessing this "artificial sacred object" secretly made by the Chamber of Commerce, he hardly wasted a minute or a second.

Whenever I had free time during the day, I would go to the wasteland further east of the factory area to practice shooting.

Because there was no one there except for the occasional soldier who retreated from the east wall to deal with urgent needs.

Even if people in the distance heard any sound, they would only think it was coming from the noisy factory area.

At night, he spent all his energy studying the structure of the Kot-200.

Of course, he didn't dare to actually disassemble it, but the structural design of this gun was so simple and exquisite. He believed that he had mastered the methods and techniques to improve the current mainstream front-loading muskets.

The next thing to do is to complete this mission.

According to the agreement between him and the big guys in the Chamber of Commerce, after finishing this job, he can retire and never have to work for them again.

When the time comes, having mastered the production method of this "artificial holy weapon", he will naturally be able to easily develop his own power.

And eventually build a powerful organization comparable to the Chamber of Commerce!

Jared stared at Ige in front of him with excitement and smiled wildly.

Before tonight, if he met the distinguished Lord of the City, he would salute respectfully and be careful in his words and actions.

But now, he is the hunter and Ig is the prey.

He has gone from a lowly non-believer to a noble person who is on par with or even surpasses the clergy!

After all, just like what the big guys in the Chamber of Commerce have always said——

"The so-called gods are essentially monsters that control human thoughts. The small help they provide to humans is nothing compared to the inescapable bondage they bring to humans."

"Are you okay?"

There was something relaxing about the sudden Ig's voice that Jared hated.

And the content of the words is a real urging.

Jared's rising emotions were interrupted.

His body trembled slightly and his expression became extremely ugly.

Red eyes stared at Ig.

How dare you look down on me!
The black-robed city lord in front of him looked so calm.

It was as if he was not being pointed at a powerful, cutting-edge technological creation, but rather a short fire stick that could be seen everywhere.

Jared was extremely angry, and the joy of controlling other people's lives that he had just been immersed in was stepped on in the blink of an eye.

That being the case, then——

"Die!"

His voice became high-pitched and excited, and he pulled the trigger at Ig.

"Praise for science!"

At such a close distance, there is no need to aim at all!
boom--

The sound produced at the moment of shooting is a special low and hoarse rhythm.

It echoed continuously on the walls of the factory building, as deafening as the roar of a beast, conveying a domineering momentum.

The hammer strikes the primer, and the hot gunpowder explodes during the shooting process, releasing a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.

This pungent and sour smell mixed with gunpowder, metal and other firearm components spreads together with the sound of shooting.

The smoke from the gun muzzle slowly disappeared after hovering in the air for a while.

Many guests present, who were already in extreme fear, were frightened out of their wits by the loud noise.

Several of them had gray hair, and the older ones simply fainted.

York forced himself to watch the whole process.

After all, this is the moment that determines his life or death.

Although I don’t know where Jared got a strange weapon, it can be seen from his confident demeanor that he is very confident in the power of his weapon.

As long as Jared can deal with Iger, all the previous failures tonight will be nothing.

As the son-in-law of "Glorious Clapham", he still has room to escape.

Unfortunately, however, the final result was completely beyond his expectation.

York's gaze shifted upward and saw the opened vent.

On the ground, Jared was pinned down by a strong man falling from the sky and could not move.

His strange weapon had already been released and flew forward to Iger's feet.

There was also a layer of small blood splashes.

It’s over.

It's all over!
Realizing that everything was over, York slumped with a pale face on the back of the velvet-wrapped bench carefully prepared for the guests.

Ige drew a rectangle on his chest with his right hand and silently praised the gods.

He increasingly felt God's preference for him.

After seeing Eric staying at the exhaust gate, he asked, "Are you okay?"

Eric replied with an affirmative nod. He stood there without moving, his expression constantly changing. Jared, who didn't know what he was thinking, turned red in the face and looked like he was about to take action.

Of course, the result was that Eric, who was ready to attack, successfully knocked him to the ground.

The bullet he fired only hit the bottom of the wall on the side of the factory door.

Leaving a conspicuous bullet hole.

It would be too far-fetched to say that all of this is a coincidence.

Obviously, this is the care and encouragement given to him by the great god of etiquette after he understood a deeper way of etiquette!
After finishing the prayer, Ige bent down and picked up the "little gun" that was half stained by blood that had not yet solidified. He didn't care and put it in his hand to observe it carefully.After all, there was much more blood on his hands than on the surface of this delicate little gun.

The shape of the entire gun body is indeed very similar to the muskets commonly used in the kingdom, but the size is reduced many times.

Of course, there is still an extremely obvious difference between the two.

That's where the ammunition is loaded.

Ige didn't know much about firearms, but he had seen the Kingdom's most common "Flynn Musket" many times while living in "Chantel", including when he was in contact with the caravans traveling to and from "Talek".

Unlike Jared's, which has a rotating loading port, it should be a small gun that can load multiple bullets from the back.

The bullets of the Flynn gun are loaded from the muzzle, so only one can be loaded at a time, and the loading process is also very cumbersome.

This means that its usefulness in combat is extremely low.

On the battlefield, even ordinary soldiers who are simply physically strong and fast cannot deal with many.

Not to mention dealing with "believer soldiers" who have mastered some combat magic and even more powerful priests.

Caravans and city managers often regard it as the "first level" of the defense system.

That is to say, after firing the first round of guns, everyone put aside their muskets, picked up knives when it was time to pick up the stick, and started fighting in close combat.

After Igor officially mastered the "Talek", he did hear from the Balance Church that the kingdom's musket technology had progressed.

But this progress mostly remains at the theoretical stage.

Because if there had been any great progress in musket technology, the kingdom should have applied the technology long ago.

You know, until now, the forces of the God of Order in the entire Xivier Continent are still fighting against the barbarians of the Yug Continent to the south.

If the "Kingdom of Spruit" can provide powerful new weapons and make significant progress on the battlefield, it will definitely gain the favor of the gods, and even kings with high status will be honored for it.

So the kingdom has no reason to hide new technology.

Moreover, judging from the situation of the small gun, the power of the bullet is not exaggerated.

It is completely unable to shake the status of the clergy.

Even those low-level clergymen without combat magic can probably defeat the gunmen just through the power of their own bodies.

It's nothing more than the possibility of injury.

Normally speaking, the last thing priests without combat magic are afraid of is getting injured.

Because they all have their own healing magic.

Ig had never heard of any priests who had neither combat magic nor healing magic.

"Master Priest, Jared seems to have fainted. How should I deal with him better?"

Eric's words made Iger stop fiddling with the reloading part of the delicate little gun.

He looked up and saw that Eric's body was still pressed against Jared's small body. The burly former gangster grabbed the red and brown hair of the factory supervisor with his right hand, revealing that the other man was covered in blood. whole face.

Judging from Jared's limp body and upward-turned eyes, he had indeed passed out.

It is unknown whether the cause was the blood covering his mouth and nose or the heavy pressure on his back.

Iger thought for a while and felt that Jared probably still had some secrets that could be explored further. It would be a pity to just let him die:
"Okay, Eric, wipe the stuff off his face first, don't let him suffocate."

"Then, drag him to the door and watch him."

"Yes, Lord Priest!" When Eric heard Ige's instructions, he felt as if he had been injected with blood.

He stood up quickly and slapped Jared twice, then took off his belt and tied Jared's hands with his fingers.

Finally, he pulled Jared's shirt, which was already stained by the blood on the ground, and dragged his factory supervisor out.

Eric's movements looked smooth, but in fact his heart was pounding at the moment.

Ige was even more nervous than when he was waiting alone at the vent before entering the auction site.

Because this is what the priest actively arranged for him to do.

The person who needs to be guarded is a criminal who is obviously of great value!

This shows that he has initially gained Ige's trust.

His plan to show his role in front of Ige has also achieved preliminary results!
What he has to do now is to do his best and strictly follow Ige's orders.

Nothing should go wrong at the last moment.

Looking at Eric's clean movements, Ige nodded secretly.

This former gangster does seem to have grown a lot in the past three years.

It's not in vain that I went out of my way to treat him.

Jared's matter came to an end just like that, but he was not the only one at the auction.

Ige glanced at the "auction guests" who were already paralyzed and then fainted.

Walk there slowly.

Seeing the black-robed priest approaching who was covered in blood, two more people fainted immediately.

Another person controlled more than just his emotions and plopped down from his chair to his knees.

His nose was dripping with snot dripping to the ground, which made him look quite disgusting. When combined with the mask with a tiger on it, the contrast was strong, and he couldn't stop begging:

"Lord Ige, I was confused for a moment. I was confused for a moment."

Finally, as if he thought of something again, he changed his words and said:

"Sir, I was dragged here by a friend. If I had known that this was an auction of Mystic Moon Grass, I would have reported it to the City Lord's Mansion immediately!"

His kneeling seemed to set an example for others.

One by one, the guests, wearing masks and elaborate costumes, knelt down.

The sound of thumping to the ground was endless.

The pleading voices became louder and louder:
"Lord City Lord, I was wronged too! I was also dragged here by a friend!"

"Lord Eagle, I have never been at odds with gambling and drug addiction. I thought this was the reason for this 'art auction'!"

"Sir, I am a double agent. I only participated to obtain information here and report to you in the future!"

"Lord Ige, I am a very good citizen. Everyone in my family has made contributions to the Ceremony of Black Clothes!"

Eagle's footsteps paused.

The last words were spoken by a man wearing a mask with snowflakes on it.

He is slightly chubby and has a particularly rough voice.

"You." Ige pointed at the person and said calmly, "Take off the mask."

"I don't like talking to people who are covering their faces."

York thought he was going to die, but after hearing Ige's question, he felt that there was still a chance of improvement, so he quickly took off his mask.

Many people around him who were kneeling and begging for mercy like him saw this and imitated him one after another, hoping to win a chance.

Ige scanned around and saw a few familiar faces. His heart became cold. Finally, his eyes locked on the person wearing the Snow Flower Mask:
"Tell me your name and your family situation."

York didn't dare to hide it, so he shook it all out of the bamboo tube like beans.

After hearing this, Ige took a deep breath, his eyes gloomy as water.

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