Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 392 391 The Final Roar
Lost in thought, the next item was presented.

It was a beautifully crafted long wooden box, which looked quite heavy. The two male servants seemed to struggle as they carried it, and when it was placed on the table, there was a muffled thud.

The audience was still preoccupied with the previous item – the leak of the design drawings, the subsequent impact of which would undoubtedly be enormous. But that was a matter for later; for now, the matter was utterly suspicious.

How did it end up in this bidding house? It could be anywhere, but it shouldn't be here so brazenly.

Those present were all successful business people with large and prosperous families, and they were all very perceptive, so they had already sensed the danger.

The whispers among the guests continued for a long time, and some even quietly got up and left, making it impossible for the auction to continue. The auctioneer struck the gavel several times but could not restore silence to the room.

Feng Xiuhu, growing impatient, stood up and roared at the people behind him, "Shut up, all of you!"

The room fell silent instantly, all eyes turning to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu nodded in satisfaction and turned to the auctioneer, saying, "Please continue."

The auctioneer chuckled twice and bowed to Feng Xiuhu.

He cleared his throat: "The next item is no ordinary thing."

"Attention, esteemed bosses!"

With the assistance of two male attendants, the auctioneer brought out the contents of the box—it turned out to be a large gun that gleamed with a dark metallic luster!
The auctioneer announced loudly: "A double-throated shotgun produced in the Heretozhe Empire!"

Seeing that everyone was staring intently at the gun, the auctioneer regained his composure. He ran his hand over the barrel of the gun and said with a smile, "Don't underestimate this thing just because it doesn't seem special. This shotgun is a genuine magical weapon."

Feng Xiuhu perked up and grabbed the stranger next to him again: "Where is the Heretozhe Empire?"

The stranger told him, "It's the territory of the Church of War, one of the five great empires of the Western Continent."

The auctioneer on stage continued his presentation.

"This item has a name and a lineage; it is called 'The Last Roar,' and it was crafted by a master weapon refiner—whose name cannot be revealed. All you need to know is that this person has intricate connections with the Church of War."

"Please rest assured, this item is not a registered artifact of the War Church. The Intestineless Auction House can guarantee that there will be no trouble after you buy it."

Feng Xiuhu knew more about this than the ordinary people present. It was not hard to guess from the auctioneer's introduction that the maker of this double-barreled shotgun came from the Church of War. He had either broken away and gone into hiding, or he was still a member of the church but had secretly taken on private jobs.

Therefore, this gun can be considered to have no connection with the church.

What surprised Feng Xiuhu even more was that the gun had a name.

This suggests that it is most likely a high-level magical artifact.

Feng Xiuhu subconsciously sat up straight and stared intently at the person.

This shotgun is quite different from ordinary shotguns. It is made of a single piece of alloy casting, and the entire body, from the muzzle to the stock, is dark silver.

The grip has a scale-like anti-slip layer pressed into it, and fine circular holes can be seen between the scales; a gear is embedded in the front of the muzzle, which seems to be used as a sight.

"You are all knowledgeable people, and you should know that the reason why most firearm-type magical artifacts can exert their powerful force is mainly due to the various magical artifact bullets."

The auctioneer patted the gun: "This shotgun is no exception. It can be loaded with general-purpose shotgun shells (Note 1) or slugs—but these types of magic weapon bullets are hard to find, so if you bid on it, you'll have to put in some effort."

"Some people might ask, if it doesn't have magical bullets, isn't this just an ordinary shotgun? Don't be so quick to sigh. Since it can be served at nightclubs, this shotgun must have its unique features."

The auctioneer then removed the barrel, revealing the chamber. "Attention, everyone! The brilliance of this gun lies here: a small magic array is engraved inside the chamber, complemented by runes, which greatly enhances its firing power—how so? Because it drinks from the fire of the heart and spews out deadly coughs!"

"The internal magic array can sense the user's anger; the angrier the user, the greater the shooting power! Our company has conducted tests, and an ordinary person filled with anger, using only ordinary bullets, was able to blast through a half-meter-thick earthen wall!"

"But its brilliance doesn't stop there."

The auctioneer gestured to two male attendants to hold the double-barreled shotgun vertically upside down with the muzzle pointing downwards, and then reached out to turn the gear at the muzzle—the same thing that Feng Xiuhu thought was the sight.

With a soft click, countless sharp spikes instantly sprang out from the scaly seams of the buttstock grip, their sharp points gleaming with a sinister light—it had transformed into a menacing, crooked mace!
"nice one!"

Shunzi's exclamation came from beside me.

Feng Xiuhu turned his head and saw that Shunzi's eyes were shining.

"want to?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Shunzi licked his lips, about to nod, but hesitated, and the words that were about to come out became: "Let's hear the price first."

Before the auctioneer had finished his introduction, he was manipulating the gear mechanism, causing the spikes on the handle to pop out and retract.

"It can be used as a gun at a distance or as a club at close range; it is the best weapon for self-defense."

"The inner ring of this gear is also engraved with runes. When it is turned, the position of the runes within the magic circle will change, and at the same time, the effect of the magic circle will also change."

"When used as a gun, the magic circle will sense anger; when used as a staff, the magic circle has a different effect—it will inspire the user's fighting spirit, making him invincible."

Feng Xiuhu nodded silently. The auctioneer didn't understand the intricacies, so his explanation was rather vague. But Feng Xiuhu knew that the actual situation was that the two magic arrays respectively pointed to the powers of "rage" and "strife," which was why they produced different effects.

Both of these effects fall under the authority of the god of war.

This proves that the shotgun is indeed "genuine".

The auctioneer held up one finger: "If we really want to find out what its shortcomings are, there is only one - this thing is quite heavy. Just carrying it around is already very strenuous. If you were to hold it and fire a gun, you probably wouldn't be able to fire more than two shots before you had to put it down and rest, let alone swing it around like a stick."

"Therefore, the starting price is set very fairly, both in line with its status and ensuring that you all don't lose out—ten crab legs!"

Feng Xiuhu raised his sign without thinking.

The auctioneer's gavel immediately pointed: "A new customer in the southeast corner has placed a bet! Fifteen crab legs!"

No one bid for it at that moment.

It's not that these people were afraid of Feng Xiuhu, but rather that most of them were still hesitant.

Don't listen to the auctioneer's flowery words. This shotgun is indeed a magical weapon, and its design is ingenious, but ultimately—it's just a gun with enough power, but it's impractical. If you actually buy it, you probably won't use it for long, so its collectible value far outweighs its practical use.

But here's the question: who buys religious artifacts for collection purposes?

Note 1: In the old society, the term "shotgun" was not widely used. The more common terms were "spray" and "scatter bullet".

(End of this chapter)