Trash of the Firearm Magic World

6. Enchanted firearm

The teacher brought the box forward. 

Remuel had specifically arranged this present for this particular purpose. Although the teacher didn’t know much of the motivation behind it, she had always thought Remuel did extra effort in preparing such a significant gift. 

On the other hand, everyone fell silent as they stared at the precious item inside. It was a single-shot percussion gun made of a rare variety of metals. It lay in the box, displayed with its might and brilliance.

In the World of Nimgofu, enchanted firearms such as this could enhance the power of shooting, making ordinary bullets have an impact similar to enchanted bullets. At the same time, the interior of the enchanted firearm had magic notches carved along with the bullet design direction, which was more conducive for gunners below F level to become familiar with the structure of the firearm. Using this rare item would help 99% of F-level gunners go to a breakthrough, making them reach E-level easily.

Enchanted firearms often came from gunsmiths. Gunsmithing was one of the rarest professions in the world. It required extremely stable hands, superb magic control ability, and familiarity with the structure of firearms. The metal used to make enchanted firearms was also very rare and must be metal that inherently contains magic power.

The elders and young gunners were all shocked by this enchanted firearm. They stared at it with the intensity of a hunter wanting to grab its prey. This was to be expected. After all, they lived in a small town and only a few had good levels. The first thing people with a lower magic and shooting level would want was, of course, to reach a breakthrough. Possessing this kind of firearm would surely make that possible!

Leon stood at the side and watched all the surprised and hungry looks of the people around Loris. Even he couldn’t help but feel shocked at the sudden turn of events. Initially, he was elated that Loris was humiliated by Remuel’s arrival to declare her wish to terminate their engagement, but when he saw that precious firearm, he couldn’t help but twitch, his eyes cold in jealousy.

Did Remuel really have to compensate Loris with such a rare and powerful weapon? No matter how much Leon thought about it, it wasn’t simply right. It would only be a waste if that item fell into Loris’s hands. Loris didn’t deserve to have it!

“The maker of this gun is Mr. Nimgofu himself,” the teacher from the Morne City Gunslinger Academy explained. 

Everyone’s shocked eyes doubled. Who wouldn’t know Nimgofu?

Nimgofu was the strongest gunsmith in the country. This mysterious gunsmith has almost never made firearms for anyone other than the Nimgofu royal family and the director of the Morne City Gunslinger Academy.

Such an item given to Loris out of all people… The onlookers couldn’t help but feel strong distaste and jealousy in their hearts. Like Leon, they also felt it shouldn’t be passed down to a useless person like Loris, even though it was compensation for his humiliation.

Amidst people’s whispers and jealous eyes, Loris stood up.

“I reject it,” he stated.

Everyone almost choked in shock. 

The elders almost had a heart attack themselves. The eldest went pale. “W-What did you say? Reject it?”

The other elder sitting next to him said in a stern voice, “Loris, stop talking nonsense!”

Another elder also angrily ordered, “Take your words back this instant!”

How dare this useless trash reject Remuel Rodel’s gift? Did his disability spread and reach his eyes?

Remuel was taken aback herself. She glanced at Loris, her eyes narrowed. A part of her started to think Loris was a very greedy man, still wanting her to become his wife despite the teacher stating what her goals were and what she planned. Thinking this way, she disregarded the rumors circulating around the small town, never thinking of the situation of Loris and his father in their clan. 

Loris felt Remuel’s eyes on him. He turned to her, “Have you asked the elders in your family regarding this termination?” 

The way he calmly asked her made Remuel surprised slightly. She quickly composed herself and answered with a neutral voice, “It was my and my mentor’s decision. Why do you ask?”

There was no change in Loris’ expression. He remained indifferent as he said, “Your goals are valid as your teacher has explained them, but don’t you think you’re forgetting something important?”

Remuel frowned. “What do you mean?” She was the best student in the academy. How could she forget something significant? 

“Your parents’ teachings,” Loris said. “You sure can remember all the lessons from your mentor but are you confident to say the same thing with your parents’ teachings?” 

His eyes seemed naturally distant, though the fire in them remained unwavering, enough to make the person he was speaking to unable to take their gaze away from him. 

The crowd fell silent as the two individuals looked at each other.

Remuel was stunned, feeling slightly embarrassed. Clearly, it was her first time to encounter such a person who dared question her and her decisions. To make it worse, it was said by the person she wanted to break her marriage off with. 

Trying to collect herself, she calmly ordered, “Give him another enchanted firearm.” 

The teacher and the rest of their companions couldn’t do anything but follow her words, afraid the situation would escalate to something more. 

As though it wasn’t enough, Remuel turned to Loris, her expression serious, her honey-brown eyes pointed like an eagle as she stared right into Loris’s eyes, “Loris Federico. I am allowing you to enroll in the Morne City Gunners Academy.”

The elders and other members of the Federico Family in the hall all gasped in shock. Very few people from small towns like theirs had stepped inside that prestigious school. Although it was said out of anger, an invitation was still an invitation. This kind of thing absolutely shouldn’t be missed no matter the situation and consequence. 

Anxiety and excitement filling their bodies, everyone turned to Loris, waiting for his answer.