This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 151 The Tavern, the Revolver, and the Story!

"Yes!"

After thinking for a moment, Tucker nodded.

Currently, Tucker is a combination of his own appearance and physique with that of the Witcher Andre.

In addition, there's Andre's imposing physique, plus the Witcher Andre's habit of growing a beard.

Tucker's sideburns have completely obscured the appearance of the teenager he once was.

"Huh? A Lamor accent? You came from the Lamor Tower area?"

As soon as Tucker opened his mouth, Carlos seized on the key point.

This is also an option that Tucker deliberately reserved for his identity.

The character "Andrei Ramor" from Ramor must definitely have Ramor's accent.

"Yes, I'm in the Lamore underground district." Tucker nodded.

Carlos immediately became alert.

Even the necromancer "Amanti" who was not far away looked over.

Yes, that third-tier necromancer, always shrouded in deathly gray mist, was Amanti.

"What's your name?" Carlos asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Are you checking someone's household registration?!

Tucker took a deep breath and shrugged.

He replied calmly and indifferently.

"If you're not a sheriff or patrolman of St. Rand, I don't think I need to tell you my name."

"Even if you have a very powerful older sister, it's still the same!"

As expected, Tucker's words instantly angered Carlos.

Tucker knew better than anyone how to provoke Carlos.

His gaze sharpened instantly, and Carlos, suppressing his anger, placed one hand on the short sword at his waist.

"You impolite wizard, guess whether your magic is faster or my blade is?"

"I guarantee that while you're casting your spell, I can slice through your shield and slap you twice across the face, interrupting your spellcasting so you'll understand how to speak properly on Lamor Street."

"You can still apologize now, you bearded wizard!"

"Otherwise, you'll be carried out and dumped on the street in a bit."

Meanwhile, Amanti, standing behind Tucker, also abandoned all martial ethics and seized the necromancy.

Meanwhile, Tucker ignored what was happening behind him, a cold expression on his face as he scrutinized Carlos.

"Young people, times have changed!"

"Compared to the knife in your hand, I think my steam revolver is faster! Would you like to try it?"

When Carlos glanced over, his heart skipped a beat.

It was visible inside the wizard's robes that Tucker had stretched out.

The cold muzzle, imbued with the extraordinary property of "execution," was already aimed at Carlos.

This fourth-tier extraordinary steam revolver [execution].

It was specially designed for Tucker by Baggins.

Baggins knew that Tucker possessed extremely powerful wizarding abilities.

A regular self-defense type of steam revolver would be useless and completely ineffective in combat at Tucker's level.

Therefore, Baggins purchased a large amount of materials with the [Execution] attribute and specially crafted a powerful Tier 4 steam revolver for Tucker that could reach the soul at close range and execute enemies who could not resist.

Aim at close range and hit the bullseye in one shot.

【Execution】, created specifically for execution.

"Hey... Carlos, don't be a coward, just bet that his gun is unloaded."

"That's right, anyway, the revolver won't threaten your life. We have a priest here who can bring you back to life."

"This new wizard actually carries a steam revolver. Is he insecure about his own witchcraft? He's been corrupted by the atmosphere of Saint Land."

"Exactly, the superhumans here in Saint Land all like to carry these steam guns. They're a bunch of bastards who have no sense of martial ethics."

"Hey... Wizard, why isn't your revolver firing? Give it a shot!"

At this moment, the extraordinary individuals not far away, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, started making a fuss.

"Those bastards!"

Carlos was trembling with rage. He could feel that the revolver's execution characteristics posed a great threat to him.

"If you could put away your revolver, I might buy you a drink!"

Just then, a voice, though not loud, rang out.

Hilor, who went to the back to hand over the vampire heads, has returned.

"I'd be happy to!"

Tucker smiled and directly stored the Extraordinary Steam Revolver [Execution] into his Extraordinary Bracelet.

The minor standoff was easily resolved with a single sentence from Hilor.

The bartender then brought Tucker another glass of oak liqueur.

The extraordinary individuals not far away were disappointed that no blood had been spilled.

They love to see big scenes of bloodshed and violence.

Seeing the wizard disarm right in front of him, Carlos, left standing there, felt like he'd punched a cotton ball, and his already depressed mood became even more so.

"I don't recall anyone like you in Lamoor."

Tucker was drinking oak stone wine.

Hilor, who was standing nearby, looked over.

"I'm just an unknown nobody, no match for you dazzling geniuses."

"And... all along..."

After taking a sip of his drink, Tucker spoke of the past with a touch of melancholy.

"I am an unlucky person."

"Back then, during that great escape, I didn't even have time to get to St. Rand. Those damned Dark Sun Corruptions were really fierce in their pursuit; my wizard robes were torn to shreds."

"Fortunately, I am physically strong enough and can escape quickly enough. Of course, compared to an assassin, my escape speed is still somewhat slower."

Carlos, who was eavesdropping nearby, was taken aback.

He felt the other party did it on purpose, but he didn't have any evidence.

"Having no other choice but to be relentlessly pursued, we were forced to go to the Black River Valley."

"Black River Valley?" Hillord paused.

"There was quite a bit of activity in the Black River Valley recently."

"Yes!" Tucker sighed, his tone slightly reproachful.

"You see, sometimes my luck is just that bad."

"When I went to the Black River Valley, I met a kind shepherd who took me in and raised my sheep there for half a year."

"After finally selling the goods and making some money, I thought I could come to St. Land and live a good life. I even hoped to find a girl from St. Land to live with me."

"As a result... I almost died in the Black River Valley right after selling the sheep."

"At that time, the terrifying puppet threads almost filled my entire field of vision. I was dragged into the depths of darkness, and death and darkness almost swallowed me up."

"I was so close to dying."

"Then, suddenly, those eerie threads disappeared, and light illuminated my path forward."

"Oh! The great Three-Eyed God, I was almost moved to tears."

"A miracle! That's absolutely a miracle!"

"I dragged my weary body away from the valley town, away from that damned horror."

"I was deep in the cave, where the flock of sheep huddled together, and that's how I got through those toughest days."

"You probably know what happened next."

"And I only found out about it after I had been in Black River Valley for a while."

"It was the blasphemous Tucker who took down that damned puppeteer. Well done."

"Thank you, great Three-Eyed God; thank you, Blasphemer Tak."

"I've been given a second chance at life."

Tucker's face was beaming with a smile.

Tucker's vivid description drew the attention of many extraordinary individuals around him, who couldn't help but listen attentively.

"You didn't come here to inquire about the blasphemer Tark, did you?"

At this moment, Carlos lowered his voice and asked.

Tucker glanced at Carlos and said irritably.

"Although I was a bit unlucky, I kept a clear head."

"Is someone of my power, a superhuman, qualified to inquire about the blasphemer Tucker?"

"Is a war of that scale something a low-level superhuman like me could participate in?"

"My greatest characteristic is that I am self-aware."

"What I hope for most right now is to find a local girl from St. Land, preferably one who owns a house in the area."

"That way, I won't have to worry about that damn rent anymore."

Tucker's righteous and stern words about living off a woman drew disdainful glances from many superhumans.

As a second-tier wizard, anyone with even a little ambition...

I wouldn't dare say I made a fortune in St. Rand.

But at least after paying the rent and getting drunk at the pub, you'll still have some money left in your pocket.

Unless, of course, they have some kind of bad habit.

"So...you came to the tavern looking for girls?"

Hilor's tone was slightly unfriendly.

"Of course not."

Tucker straightened his back.

"My luck seems to have improved since I came to St. Land."

"Although I hope to find the girl from Saint Land in my heart, I need to earn more magic gold before that."

"But the underground is really too dangerous, and I don't want to run into a dead end when I'm escaping. That damn bad luck, you never know when it will strike."

"I heard that there is a Lamore Mutual Aid Society here."

"I hope to get some framework diagrams or magical blueprints for the deeper parts of the dungeon from here."

"And, recently, the location information of the werewolves and vampires in the dungeon."

"This way, I'll be safer once I'm underground."

Tucker's words left Hilorn somewhat bewildered by the strange wizard before him.

You might say he's amazing, but he actually thought about living off Saint Land's daughter.

If you say he wanted to live off a woman, then why did he dare to venture deep underground to hunt vampires?

A resilient gigolo, a rather bizarre combination.

Looking at Hilor, who was deep in thought.

Tucker spoke up at the opportune moment: "I know that information is important, so I can pay for it with magic gold."

"Of course, I hope you can give me a discount, I don't have much money on me."

He scrutinized the somewhat burly extraordinary wizard from head to toe.

Hilor had already stood up and said, "No need, that's not important information. I'll give it to you for free."

"But there is one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"You must hand over the head of the vampire you hunted here."

"Of course, this is a well-intentioned offer, not a mandatory request."

"Because a portion of the revenue from the vampire heads or werewolf heads handed over here goes to Lamore Street, which helps us to develop this area better."

"Deal!" Tucker nodded crisply.

(End of this chapter)