"It's not a question mark, it's me."

A familiar voice sounded in my mind, stunned the boy.

But soon he came to his senses, said apart to the two of them, and prepared to leave and continue to warm up.

But Franca stopped him.

"Um?"

Valentine walked over, but saw the other party reaching out to hook him.

It seems to be...

"Take your pistol."

Hand gun?

Valentine was stunned and her hand couldn't help but put it on the holster on her leg.

There was his USP Match.

"What are you doing?"

The little dragon man took a step back, his right hand tightly covered the gun holster, and his eyes were full of alertness.

Although he grew up in a peaceful country, Valentine's love for guns was not weak at all. Especially after two years in the Terra world, he became more and more fond of this small and powerful weapon.

Who would hate a Germanic craft pistol that is exquisite and beautiful, capable of firing .45 bullets?

"Although I'm worried about your safety, the pistol is a special weapon and is not allowed to be used in actual combat tests."

Franca compared an "X" on her chest, then placed her hand in front of Valentine.

“Submit it.”

This is not because I don’t care about Valentine, but because the ‘gun’ is indeed very special.

Source stone etching bullets have strong armor-piercing properties, and ordinary protective clothing is paper in front of it. Even ordinary bullets used can cause irreversible damage when they hit exposed organs.

If Valentine hit Keober in the eye with a shot during the test, the test will be over.

Next is Xiao Ke’s funeral and the trial of Xiaolongren and the staff.

"Okay."

Although Valentine wanted to use the "Times Change" on Keorber in the test, she had to hand over the pistol at this time.

Safety first.

Franca put the USP Match down and then grabbed Valentine's back collar.

Xiaolongren staggered and almost fell into her arms.

"What are you doing?"

Valentine really wanted to fall down and let his hard horns teach the fox a lesson.

But considering Raphael, he had to adjust his center of gravity and stand firm.

"Um?"

In the same position, I stretched out my hand and hooked it.

"I'll just have a hand gun."

Valentine's mouth twitched.

"Where is your angel wife?"

Franca is talking about Raphael's guardian gun.

A powerful .50AE large-caliber hand gun with gorgeous patterns.

"I'll give it back to her."

Valentine didn't explain, and directly explained the solution.

Raphael's soul, the weapon angel, has been in the spiritual space for nearly three years.

He also discovered some magical places.

For example, any item can float behind her, as long as it is a dead object; she can speak, provided that Raphael wants to.

Similarly, she could sense everything that the weapon angel saw, heard and touched in the spiritual space.

And the most incredible thing is that Raphael can store and retrieve items from the Archangel of Weapons.

Even if this shiny soul is in Valentine's body.

So, that guardian gun is really in Valentine's hands now.

As long as he wants, he can take it out at any time.

...

"Little guy."

As a result, before Valentine took the first step, Franca stopped him again.

It's still a relatively ambiguous title.

...Women are really annoying.

Xiaolongren thought so and turned around.

Before he could say anything, a slender black shadow rushed towards him.

Valentine subconsciously held the attacking shadow, but felt her palms chill.

He looked closely...

Wow!

The sword body is slender and black, shining with an obsidian-like luster. The cage hand is simple, like a tentacle, connecting the bottom of the hilt and the guard.

But if you look closely, the patterns on it are very beautiful, but they are extremely distorted, making people think of some bad things.

This is Franca's Sword of Swift.

"Use this, it's better than the thing you're hanging around your waist."

The boy looked up and the fox in front of him returned to his original appearance.

Smiling, a hint of charm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“…Why didn’t you break the blade?”

It is naturally good to have good weapons, but it does not affect Valentine's spirit of raising his arguments.

"I didn't let it break."

Franca shook her lightly and said.

It made Valentine stunned.

He didn't think it was a joke.

"It won't just hit it...you know."

Valentine held the hilt of the sword and gestured twice.

This swift sword seems to have life. When I first started, the center of gravity was a little forward, and it was adjusted to the most suitable place for him in less than two seconds.

It's a good sword.

Valentine made a conclusion.

"No, and there will be no sudden fire."

Franca's voice sounds confident.

"It only listens to me."

She put her hands on her chest and her tail was raised, ready to hear praise.

"Thank you then."

As a result, it was just a thank you.

The girl looked at the figure gradually moving away, and after a long time, she only sighed softly.

...

Buzz.

A screen suddenly appeared in Valentine's field of vision.

There are only two sentences above.

[Flanka Strategies Line Closed Indefinitely]

[Current progress: 60%]

Valentine raised her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!