"So why do you want to hang up a book?"

After a while, Ain knocked on Zhou Li's door. The girl with white framed glasses and an intellectual style in white pullover half leaned beside the door frame, and her elegant cheeks were full of doubts.

"The smart worker dares to mock his charity boss. I will no longer treat him well and he will dare to fight for vacation with me next time."

Zhou Li poked the brave man who was hanging from the ceiling with a wooden stick and said expressionlessly: "Anyway, this thing is so cheap, I'm so angry."

"Forehead…"

After a long time of not understanding, Ain decided to adhere to the principle of "not asking more questions if you don't understand", and changed the topic and said: "Alyosha wants to see you if you have something to do."

"Oh, OK."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Li stood up from the chair, took the brave man off and put it on his waist. He pushed open the door and came to the living room with Ain. In the spacious living room, Alyosha had already sat on the sofa, holding the coffee that Aluma poured her, and his deep and beautiful facial features were full of thoughts.

"Ms. Alyosha, I hope you haven't been frightened by what happened today."

Zhou Li sat opposite Alyosha, and Alyosha only realized that she had reacted. She quickly placed the cup in her hand on the coffee table, her face full of apology, her voice tight, and she looked nervous: "I'm really sorry, I've caused you trouble."

Ain, who was standing beside Alyosha, gently holding her hand to let Alyosha relax. The reason why she was so nervous was because she was not ready to meet Zhou Li. After all, in the parliament, Zhou Li was described by those members as a disaster-abuse star of "mortals believe in demons, and demons believe in brave men". After all, the devil has given some sweetness at least, Zhou Li is different. He will first steal the sweetness from you and then lie to you.

Therefore, although this trip was called a brave airship, Alyosha was not prepared to meet Zhou Li. In fact, she was not stupid. The reputation among the common people alone was enough to prove that Zhou Li was not a real demon. Not to mention that he blocked the invasion of the void in Muqi, and prevented the arrival of the ancient god in Jordan, which can better reflect him...

It is indeed a disaster star in a sense.

In fact, Alyosha didn't want to see Zhou Li, mainly because she came here this time for a pure private act. She felt that a little congressman had nothing to do to visit Zhou Li in the eyes of outsiders, and it didn't mean much to her. So she paid her airship money as usual, but she saved a long cross-border review.

But what Alyosha didn't expect was that the sleep death syndrome caused by seasickness and fear of heights made her a big mistake at the airport, which made Zhou Li have to pick her up in person. Now, she must thank Zhou Li for his righteous actions.

"As Ain's friend, you are also my friend. How can you talk about it if you are a little busy?"

Zhou Li waved his hand. Anyway, they were old acquaintances from the previous life, so it was nothing to do if they could do it. Besides, even if he didn't go, Alyosha and Ain could solve this problem.

"Thank you for your generosity, I... have one thing I want to tell you."

Alyosha hesitated for a moment, but she gritted her teeth and took out a box from her waist. It was a red sandalwood box with an eagle-eyed pattern carved on it. She pushed the box to Zhou Li and said to him:

"I hope you can take a look at this thing."

"Um?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment. The pattern on the box gave him a very familiar feeling, but he could not recall it. He took the wooden box, placed it on the table, and opened the lid.

A revolver.

Yes, the revolver. The most basic one, and the most trusted companion of Western cowboys, was a rusty revolver.

The appearance of this revolver is very similar to the Colt m1873 single-action revolver on Earth. It has a long barrel, a metal sight, and a slightly curved handle. But unlike the 1873 nicknamed "Peacemaker", this revolver placed in an expensive wooden box is carved with a large array of magic arrays, and at the same time, two common words are engraved on the barrel of the gun.

Redemption.

Zhou Li looked at the pistol in front of him, and in an instant, countless thoughts emerged in his mind. The reason is very simple. In the revolver used by all cowboys or detectives in this world, the magazines on those guns are carved spells, rather than the magazines like the magazines in front of him.

Because there is no real gunpowder in this world.

The black gunpowder that Zhou Li used before was not so much gunpowder as a substance filtered out by spells, and there was no way to create controllable guns. The revolver in front of Zhou Li abandoned the numerous magic arrays on it, which was a complete revolver fired with gunpowder.

"This is…"

Zhou Li looked at Alyosha and did not reveal his mood. Instead, he asked in confusion: "Gun?"

"Yes, this is a revolver."

Alyosha didn't know what Zhou Li was thinking. She looked at Zhou Li, as if she was determined, and said to him: "This is the revolver left by my family. I want to hand it over to you."

"Why?"

Zhou Li did not agree or refuse. He swept his eyes over the gun in the box and asked lightly: "Why should I hand it over to me? We have known each other for less than a month."

"I…"

Alyosha hesitated a little. She looked at the revolver full of old aura and whispered: "I saw your army, they were equipped with guns."

"Does this matter?"

Faced with Zhou Li's doubts, Alyosha lowered his head and fell silent. After a long time, she raised her head and looked into Zhou Li's eyes, with a serious look on her face.

"Sir, do you know my full name?"

Alyosha Stov, a special Tarik name, I certainly know.

Although he thought so in his heart, Zhou Li could not say so. He looked at Alyosha and shook his head.

“My name is Alyosha Morgan.”

"My last name is Stoff on Magnan's ID, and only this time I filled in Morgan on the transnational document. But in fact, Morgan is my real last name."

Um?

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, Morgan?

Alyosha looked at Zhou Li who was a little surprised and continued, "My great-grandfather had participated in the Tarik Uprising, but later he was forced to flee the country because of some unknown secrets and fled to Magnum. In Magnum, my great-grandfather changed our surnames to Stov and bought a manor in the countryside to isolate it."

"And this pistol is the remains of my great-grandfather."

Thinking of the old man who lived a long life but was in pain, Alyosha's eyes were filled with complex emotions. She looked at the revolver and said in a deep voice: "My great-grandfather once left us a few words. The first sentence is to prevent everyone in our family from stepping into Tarik within fifty years after his death. The second sentence is to hand over this revolver called redemption to the person who should be given."

"What about the conditions? I mean, how do you determine whether this person is the one who should be handed over to?"

After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, Alyosha pursed his lower lips and replied: "My great-grandfather told us that this pistol can only be handed over to two types of people. The first type is the Morgans who still live in Tarik except us. The second type is the handed over to people like him."

"oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked in a relaxed tone: "Your great-grandfather is a kind and kind person with a warm heart?"

"No, my great-grandfather is a villain."

In an instant, the room, which was originally solemn, was filled with a breath of joy. At this time, Alyosha reacted, waved his hand in panic, and quickly explained: "No, I didn't say that Lord Brave is a villain, I don't have that intention."

"Forget it, you can continue."

A black thread pulled the smirking Eluma to the sofa, and Zhou Li ravaged Eluma's delicate cheeks expressionlessly to show punishment. Alyosha pretended not to see it and continued to tell:

"My great-grandfather was actually a villain wandering on the edge of the law before he became the Tsarist Empire of Tarik. He established the Dead Eye Gang that once ravaged the West, robbed the carriages of banks and empires many times, and once had the title of "Dead Eye Demon".

"Although the great-grandfather did everything he could to burn, kill, loot, all he had is that he never killed innocent people. He only liked to rob the empire's wealth and used a revolver to kill other extrajudicial madmen for bounty, or duel with other cowboys. He never killed civilians like other extrajudicial madmen. On the contrary, he prefers to help civilians kill those who bully them and get more happiness."

"Later, in a train raid, everything changed."

Alyosha paused for a moment. That history was told by her grandfather in person. Until now, she is still fascinated by that history.

Alyosha's great-grandfather was named "Azka Morgan", an extra-law madman who likes to rob. Of course, Azka disdained to confuse with those low-powered people who only know how to drink and kill people. Therefore, after becoming famous, although Azka accepted the evil name of the Dead-Eye Demon, he also announced that he was "a cowboy who was blinded by the spirit of freedom" and was not a extra-law madman.

This free cowboy relied on his hand to temporarily stagnate and accurately penetrated bullets into the enemy's head across the western part of Tsarist Russia. During that period, Azka once became the number one wanted criminal of the Tsarist Empire. The entire western part may not know who the Tsar was at that time, but he would never be unfamiliar with Azka.

It was such a presumptuous and proud man who changed his life because of a train robbery that seemed very ordinary. On that day, he used gunpowder to stop a train full of magic tools as usual. When Azka saw the magic crystals full of them and a huge processing lathe, he thought he had harvested the biggest fruit in recent years.

After dealing with the Imperial soldiers who couldn't even hold the gun, Azka ordered his men to start counting valuable supplies on the train. As a cowboy who didn't like to kill civilians, Azka did not kill everyone in the car like other extramarital madmen. Instead, he chose to open the car door, unload their weapons and hand them over to a few fast horses, and let them leave here quickly.

The workers and engineers left here very obediently, but only one of them was lying on the table and was calculating what they had been calculating, completely unmoved by the outside world. Azka still remembered that the thin body leaned against the door of the carriage, staring at him tightly, and shouted at him in a thick voice that did not match his appearance:

"I'll calculate the energy threshold right away, you messed up my data!"

At that time, Azka wanted to find something to wipe the magic revolver in his hand, so he pulled a piece of paper full of words in front of the man. He thought that it was useless to write it anyway, so it didn't matter if I wipe the gun. Moreover, I was a robber, and he was robbed, could he still scold me?

After being reprimanded, Azka felt a little absurd in his heart, but he was not furious. He stood there awkwardly with straw paper stained with gun oil, scratched his head, and asked with a strange expression:

"What are you calculating?"

"The second crystal can unilaterally create energy values ​​without external mana flow."

After saying a professional word that Azka could not understand at all, the young man seemed to have realized that the person in front of him was not good, and took a breath and asked, "Are you a robber?"

"Dead Eyes."

At this time, Azka regained his fearful confidence, wiped the barrel and raised his eyebrows, and asked with interest: "What? Are you afraid of death? Don't worry, you don't kill civilians if you die, and the same goes for workers."

"Why?"

However, what caught Azka off guard was that the worker did not choose to escape immediately. He just stood there, his eyes flashing with a light of wisdom, "You have mercy on these people, so don't you kill them?"

"mercy?"

Azka shrugged, "Not counting, I just feel that the civilian workers are very miserable, and it was not you who killed both my parents when I was a child, so I don't want to kill anyone."

"oh?"

After hearing Azka's vulgar and unliterate answer, the worker's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Azka, looked at the magic pistol on his waist, and asked him a question with a smile.

"You want revenge?"

"The slave owner who killed my parents was hung in a cowshed by me when I was thirteen years old. After scraping two blood vessels, he died of blood that had flowed for three days in the feces. Revenge? It has long passed."

For some reason, Azka inexplicably did not have much warning to the worker in front of him. On the contrary, he felt that the young man had a reassuring atmosphere. Azka was not too wary, so he started chatting with the workers in the carriage.

"You shouldn't be here."

The worker packed the straw paper and did not leave. He looked at Azka, his brown eyes full of expectations, "Mr. Dead Eye, don't you think it's not interesting to just rob the government's money?"

"Isn't that interesting enough?"

Azka smiled, and he turned the magic energy revolver in his hand, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger. The soldier lurking beside the railway tracks to kill him with black gunpowder was instantly shot. He looked at the worker who was not changing his face and smiled, "Isn't this exciting?"

"Mr. Death Eye, I can see that you still want to take revenge. However, after killing your first revenge target, you didn't find the second revenge target."

Azka's face moved when he heard this, frowned and asked, "The second target of revenge? Who?"

"The initiator of people like you and me is also the root of evil in this land."

Staring at Azka's eyes, this man who had no extraordinary power and was a little thin, had a firm will in his eyes that Azka had never seen before. He slowly spoke a word in a heavy and powerful voice.

"Tsarist Russian Empire."

"Who are you?"

Azka raised his pistol vigilantly, stared at the man in front of him, and asked word by word: "Who are you?"

“Tarick Vladimir.”

Tarik stretched out his hand, not afraid of the barrel of the black hole, and smiled:
Chapter completed!