I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Burren was clearly upset and didn't want to continue the conversation.

Kai'er held the stone slab, looked at it again and again, moved her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately did not ask any more questions.

The three of them remained quiet for a while.

Beren pulled Kel aside and whispered some things to keep in mind before choosing a direction.

Lu Yuan did not disturb them.

He sat back down by the window, put the copper coin into his inside pocket, picked up Klaus's manual from the table, and turned to the page he hadn't finished reading before.

Joe's handwriting in the manual was very slow and deliberate, stroke by stroke.

Lu Yuan read a few lines, but his mind kept replaying what Green had just said.

The dwarves participated in sealing the Tower of Knowledge, and the Ascension Council also invited the dwarves.

These two points combined suggest that the problems hidden within Bronze City are far greater than imagined.

The light outside the window is slowly shifting.

Time passed by unnoticed.

About another hour or so passed.

Buren and Kel had been discussing the direction for quite some time.

Kel did not make a choice on the spot, and Buren did not urge him, but repeatedly reminded him to think carefully before choosing and not to be swayed by the dwarves' enthusiasm.

The old man's expression was subtle as he said this, as if he was wondering if he had been misled back then.

Just as Lu Yuan was about to close the manual, there was another sound outside the door.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Lu Yuan walked over and pulled it open.

A very tall person was standing outside the door.

"Extremely tall"—he really was tall, at least a head taller than Lu Yuan. Yet, he was ridiculously thin, with a huge bundle slung over his shoulder, bulging and almost as wide as he was.

His face was withered and wrinkled, his skin looking as if it had been dried out by the wind. He wore a long robe pieced together from various tattered fabrics, the colors varying in shade, the seams so rough they looked like they had been sewn by hand.

He didn't say anything after seeing Lu Yuan.

A huge hand reached into the bundle behind him and groped around for a few seconds.

Then pull something out.

A delicate little wooden box. Its craftsmanship and the clothes he was wearing seemed to belong to a completely different world.

"your."

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

After saying that, he handed it over.

Then he turned around and left.

The heavy footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Beren had somehow gotten close and was looking at the box in Lu Yuan's hand.

"A homeless person?"

His tone was somewhat surprised.

"Lu Yuan, what did you buy from the Night's Watch?"

Lu Yuan held the box in his hands. The wooden box had a warm, smooth feel to it, and its surface was free of any superfluous decorations, but the seams were perfectly fitted, revealing the craftsman's skill.

"The weapon I had custom-made by the master craftsman at headquarters should have arrived."

Burren's eyes lit up.

He stared intently at the box; the meaning was clear.

Tear it down. Let me see.

Lu Yuan sighed.

There is a very small groove engraved on the box.

He recognized it at a glance—it was the outline of the Night's Watch emblem.

Take the badge off your chest and put it on.

Perfectly fitted.

An almost invisible array pattern on the box surface flashed briefly before disappearing.

The lid pops open.

The contents lay quietly in the groove of the black velvet cloth.

A revolver.

It is entirely black.

It was a whole size larger than his previous "Flame" weapon. It was cast in one piece from an unknown metal, with no trace of any joints.

The gun handle is engraved with rose patterns, and several special gemstones are inlaid on the petals, which reflect a dark red glow in the midday light.

On the barrel, angel wing-like patterns extend from the bore to the muzzle, the lines fine and intricate, like knife carving.

Lu Yuan reached out and grasped it.

My first thought was to use lightness.

It was even a little too light.

It's completely disproportionate to its size. I held it in my hand a few times and found it to be very stable, making it suitable for holding for a long time.

Lu Yuan flipped the gun over and opened the magazine.

There are eleven holes inside.

The outer ring has ten, all the same size, arranged neatly.

The one in the center was noticeably larger than the others, with intricate inscriptions carved around the edge of the hole. It lit up slightly the moment it was opened, then went dark.

At the edge of my field of vision, gray and white text appeared.

[Detection Knowledge: Weapon Inscription... A special inscription that can convert sanity into small entities... It has a strong counteracting effect against the uncanny.]

Buren had already moved closer.

He glanced at the largest hole in the center of the magazine, and his expression changed.

"There's a sanity bar?!"

He looked at Lu Yuan.

"How many points did you spend? This thing is practically a supernatural weapon, isn't it?"

Kel also leaned his head closer.

"Is this considered a supernatural weapon?"

"Of course," Beren said irritably. "I tell you so much all the time, but you never listen."

He pointed to the cartridge slot.

"See the inscription engraved on it? This is a typical man-made supernatural weapon. The one in the center of the bullet slot was definitely engraved by a Tier 3 weapon inscription master, possibly even Tier 4."

Lu Yuan gripped the revolver, and at this moment he could feel a warm sensation slowly spreading up from the handle.

At the same time, he could clearly feel that the revolver was subtly pulling at his reason.

"It was custom-made by a master craftsman and cost around a hundred points."

As Lu Yuan answered, he flipped the revolver.

Upon hearing this, Buren frowned.

"A hundred points? That's a bit of a loss, especially if it only consumes sanity..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt relieved.

Because what Lu Yuan has in abundance is probably rationality.

Beren smiled and shook his head, somewhat helplessly.

"That would indeed suit you quite well."

Lu Yuan did not deny it.

It's absolutely perfect.

Judging from the caliber alone, this thing's lethality is not low. With eleven magazines, solid bullets formed from reason, and a fire-like damage effect, it perfectly makes up for its lack of long-range capabilities.

The exact extent of its destructive power is unclear.

Lu Yuan tried to channel a sliver of reason into the magazine.

It was very smooth, with almost no obstruction.

Just deduct a little...

[Sanity: -1...109/140]

Inside the magazine, a bullet radiating a fiery red light appeared out of thin air.

It was small in size, fitting perfectly into a hole on the outer ring. The heat on its surface flickered, like a miniature flame compressed into a solid.

Lu Yuan could determine it just by the aura.

This weapon is no ordinary weapon.

"Let's call it 'Flame' then."

Lu Yuan muttered to himself. As for the other attributes, he would explore them slowly when he had the chance.

He thought for a moment and remembered the book of extraordinary weapons he had exchanged before. He hadn't flipped through it yet. He would take a look when he had some free time, and maybe he could figure out the purpose of the largest magazine in the center.

The flames were drawn back into the box, and the lid was closed.

Beren looked around the empty box a few more times before reluctantly leaning on his cane and walking back to his seat.

It was already quite late by then.

The light outside the window changed from the bright white of midday to a warmer orange-yellow, and the shadows of the eaves were lengthened considerably.

The business with Buren and Kel is also finished.

Beren stood up, his cane tapping on the ground.

"We'll head back now. We'll discuss the direction of Kel when we get back."

He glanced at Lu Yuan.

"I'll contact Klaus about the pipeline issue as soon as possible."

Lu Yuan nodded.

"good."

No sooner had Buren and Kale left than someone knocked on the door.

Lu Yuan opened the door, and Hank stood at the front, followed by three Night Watchmen.

Lu Yuan had seen two of them before, but he couldn't recall their names. The one in the middle looked more energetic and had a silver badge pinned to his chest.

"Captain." Hank waved. "Let's go to the tavern."

"Just us?" Lu Yuan glanced at the people behind him.

"Not just." Hank stepped aside to make way for the people behind him. "These guys are here too. Frank, the one from that temporary team on the pipeline last time, he knows you and said he absolutely had to come."

The Night Watchman, whose name was called, nodded to Lu Yuan.

Another person, who looked younger, came over and was chewing something.

"Captain, there's something I need to tell you. Deputy Chief of Staff Klaus asked me to pass on a message: it seems there's been some news from headquarters. There might be new missions being issued after tomorrow. For non-injured personnel, today is the last day of rest."

'The last day.'

Lu Yuan made a mental note of it; no wonder Hank came directly to his door this time.

"So we're leaving?" Hank raised an eyebrow at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan didn't hesitate for long this time.

He turned around, took out a few gold shields from the drawer, put them in his pocket, and then looked out the window. Buren and Kale shouldn't have gone far.

"Wait me a moment."

Lu Yuan pushed open the window and called out to the people downstairs.

The sound of Buren's cane stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Want to come to the tavern?"

There was a two-second silence downstairs.

"Walk."

Beren’s voice came from around the corner, followed by Kel’s footsteps.

So the group left the branch office.

It was already evening in Bronze City.

After the ghoul wave subsided, Bronze City, having undergone several days of repairs, seems to have returned to normal.

There are significantly more pedestrians on the street than before.

Lu Yuan walked through the crowd, looking left and right.

A caravan from out of town was unloading its cargo by the roadside, and there was a mark on the canopy that Lu Yuan did not recognize.

Two men carried the sacks down one by one, while a man in leather armor counted them.

A few steps further on, the bakery on the corner was open, its wooden sign blackened by smoke, exactly the same as the last time I passed by. There were a few people queuing inside.

Next door was a small shop selling oil lamps, with copper bases hanging on wooden frames, row upon row, swaying precariously.

Across the road, there was a herbal medicine stall. An old woman with a headscarf was dozing in the back. Lu Yuan glanced at the items on the stall—calming flowers, dried wormwood, and coarsely ground red phosphorus powder. Common things, nothing special.

Out-of-towners wearing leather armor walked in twos and threes on the street.

The guards accompanying the caravan, or the individual merchants who came to do business.

A vendor was squatting by the roadside, with a cloth spread out in front of him, on which was a row of dried meat, the color of which was so dark that it was impossible to tell what kind of meat it was.

"Want a piece? It's freshly smoked!"

But none of the passersby stopped in their tracks.

Hank walked beside Lu Yuan, looking left and right, muttering something to himself.

"This street was deserted like a ghost town just a few days ago, but now it's bustling again."

Frank added, "The news about the ghouls has been suppressed; the caravans outside don't know what happened inside. They only know that Bronze City has reopened its gates."

"What was bound to happen has happened."

The young night watchman shrugged.

"After all, it's one of the largest trading cities in the entire west; life goes on."