This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 150 - Tavern Revolver Story_1

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 Tavern, Revolver, Story!_1

Chapter 150 -150 Tavern, Revolver, Story!_1

“Yes!”

After some thought, Tuck nodded his head.

Now, Tuck was a combination of his own appearance and body shape with that of the Demon Hunter Andre.

With Andre’s burly physique and the beard-growing habit of the Demon Hunter,

Tuck’s sideburns were already completely unrecognizable as belonging to the young man he once was.

“Eh? Ramore accent? Are you from the Ramore Tower area?”

As soon as Tuck spoke, Carlos picked up on the key point.

And this was also an identity option that Tuck had deliberately left open for himself.

“Andre Ramore” from Ramore would certainly have a Ramore accent.

“Yes, I’m from the Ramore underground district,” Tuck nodded.

Immediately, Carlos became alert.

Even the Necromancer “Armanti” standing not far away turned to look.

Yes, that Necromancer shrouded in the deathly mist of Third Rank was Armanti.

“What’s your name?” Carlos asked with narrowed eyes.

You’re running a census or what!

Tuck took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders.

His tone was calm and indifferent as he retorted.

“Unless you’re the Sheriff of St. Land or a Patrol, I don’t think I need to tell you my name.”

“Even if you have a very powerful sister, it’s the same!”

Sure enough, Tuck’s words immediately angered Carlos a bit.

How to provoke Carlos was something Tuck knew better than anyone.

Hiding his anger, Carlos’s gaze sharpened, and one hand was already on the short knife at his waist.

“Rude wizard, do you think your witchcraft is faster or my knife?”

“I guarantee that while you’re casting your spell, I could slash through your shield, smack you twice hard enough to break your casting and teach you how to speak properly on Ramore Street.”

“You still have time to apologize, bearded wizard!”

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“Otherwise, you’ll be carried out and dumped in the street.”

Meanwhile, Armanti, standing behind Tuck, unscrupulously started to prepare Necromancy.

At this moment, Tuck appeared indifferent to the situation behind him, his face showing an air of detachment, as he scrutinized Carlos.

“Young man, times have changed!”

“Compared with the knife in your hands, I think my Steam Revolver is faster! Do you want to try?”

When Carlos took a quick look, his heart skipped a beat.

Inside the Wizard’s Robe sleeve that Tuck was propping up,

The cold muzzle with the Execution Transcendent Characteristics was already aimed at Carlos.

This Fourth Rank Transcendent Steam Revolver [Execution].

Was specially crafted for Tuck by Barkin.

Barkin knew that Tuck had very strong wizardly abilities.

An ordinary defensive Steam Revolver would be useless, completely unable to participate in battles at Tuck’s level.

So Barkin purchased a large amount of [Execution] Attribute materials and specially made for Tuck a Fourth Rank powerful Steam Revolver for execution style close-range hits capable of reaching the soul, to execute virtually helpless enemies.

Aim at close range, one shot soul-deep.

[Execution], made solely for execution.

“Hey… Carlos, don’t be a wuss, just bet his gun isn’t loaded.”

“Exactly, the revolver can’t threaten your life anyway, we have a Priest here who can bring you back.”

“This new wizard coming in here with a Steam Revolver, does he have no confidence in his own magic? They’re all getting ruined by St. Land’s ways.”

“Yeah, the Transcendents over in St. Land all like to carry these Steam Firearms, a bunch of dishonorable bastards.”

“Hey… wizard, why don’t you let your revolver make a sound, give it a try!”

At this point, the Transcendents not too far away, not wanting to miss the excitement, started egging them on.

“This bunch of bastards!”

Carlos shook with rage, feeling the threatening nature of the revolver’s Execution Attribute against him.

“If you can put away your revolver, maybe I can treat you to a drink!”

Just then, a voice not loud but distinctly clear sounded.

Hilor, who had gone to deliver the Blood Race heads at the back, had returned.

“I’d be delighted!”

Tuck smiled, tucking the Transcendent Steam Revolver [Execution] into the Transcendent bracelet.

The brief stand-off was casually dissolved by a single remark from Hilor.

The bartender timely brought Tuck another glass of Oak Stonefruit Wine.

The Transcendents nearby felt disappointed at not witnessing any bloodshed.

They reveled in watching a big bloody spectacle.

Watching the wizard disarm directly in front of him, Carlos, left to the side, felt like he had been punching cotton, and his already gloomy mood darkened even further.

“I don’t recall Ramore having such a character as you.”

As Tuck sipped the Oak Stonefruit Wine,

Hilor cast a glance his way.

“I’m just a nobody, not comparable to you shining geniuses.”

“And also… all along…”

After taking a sip of wine, Tuck began to speak of the past, his mood tinged with a wistful sadness.

“I’m a cursed man.”

“During that great escape, I didn’t manage to run to St. Land in time. Those damned Dark Sun Degenerates were really fierce, and they tore my Wizard’s Robe to shreds.”

“Thank goodness my constitution is strong enough, and I can run fast enough, but of course, my speed is still a bit slower when compared to running from an assassin,”

Carlos, who was eavesdropping nearby, couldn’t help but startle.

He felt the other party was doing it on purpose, but he had no evidence.

“Being relentlessly chased, I had no choice but to head over to Black River Valley.”

“Black River Valley?” Hilor paused for a moment.

“Recently, there’s been quite a stir over there.”

“Yes!” Tuck exhaled longly, his tone slightly tinged with complaint.

“Look, sometimes my luck is just that bad,”

“Going to Black River Valley, I met a kindly shepherd who took me in, and I raised sheep there for half a year.”

“I thought I could finally come to St. Land and live the good life, maybe even find a girl from St. Land to settle down with,”

“But as it turned out… just after selling the sheep, I nearly died in Black River Valley.”

“At that moment, those terrifying puppet silk lines almost filled my entire field of vision, dragging me into the deep darkness, with death and darkness about to swallow me whole.”

“I was really just a hair’s breadth away from dying.”

“Then, suddenly, those eerie silk lines disappeared, and light illuminated my path forward.”

“Oh! Praise the great Three-Eyed God, I was almost moved to tears at that moment.”

“Miracle, it was definitely a miracle!”

“Dragging my tired body, I escaped from the town by the valley, from that damn terrifying place.”

“I huddled with the flock of sheep deep in a cave, enduring the most difficult days there.”

“The rest, you probably already know,”

“I too only found out after spending some time in Black River Valley,”

“It was Blasphemer Tuck who did in that damn Puppet Master, and beautifully so.”

“Thanks to the great Three-Eyed God, and thanks to Blasphemer Tuck,”

“I got my life back.”

A smile spread across Tuck’s face.

Tuck’s colorful narration caught the attention of the surrounding Transcendents, who couldn’t help but listen in.

“You’re not here to inquire about Blasphemer Tuck, are you?”

At that moment, Carlos inquired in a lowered voice.

Tuck glanced at Carlos and replied irritably,

“I might have bad luck, but my mind is clear.”

“Is Blasphemer Tuck someone I, at my level of strength as a Transcendent, am qualified to inquire about?”

“A battle of that caliber, is that something a bottom-tier Transcendent like me could participate in?”

“The biggest trait I have is self-awareness.”

“What I hope for most now is to find a local girl from St. Land, one that preferably owns a house.”

“That way, I won’t have to worry about that damn rent anymore.”

Tuck’s earnest freeloading prompted many Transcendents to cast disdainful glances his way.

As a Second Rank Wizard, if he had any ambition,

I couldn’t say he would make a fortune in St. Land,

but at least he could have something left in his pocket after paying rent and getting drunk in a tavern.

Unless he had some undesirable habits.

“So… you’re in the tavern to find a girl?”

Hilor asked with a slightly unfriendly tone.

“Of course not,”

Tuck straightened up.

“After coming to St. Land, it seems my luck has improved a bit,”

“Although I want to find that girl from St. Land of my dreams, before that, I need to earn more Magic Gold.”

“But it’s really too dangerous underground, and I don’t want to end up in a dead-end while running away. That damn misfortune could strike at any time.”

“I’ve heard that there’s a Ramore Mutual Aid Association here,”

“I’m hoping to get some Magic Blueprints of the deeper framework of the Underground City,”

“And also, the recent position information on the Wolves and Blood Race in the Underground City,”

“That way, when I venture into the underground, I can be a bit safer.”

Tuck’s words left Hilor somewhat baffled by the strange Wizard in front of him.

On one hand, you’d think he was capable, considering he aimed to live off a girl from St. Land,

But talk about living off a woman, yet he dared to delve deep underground, hunting the Blood Race.

A tough freeloader; indeed, an odd combination.

Observing the thoughtful Hilor,

Tuck spoke up timely, “I know that information is important, so I’m willing to pay Magic Gold for it.”

“Of course, I hope it’s cheap since I don’t have a lot of money.”

Scrutinizing the wizard of somewhat sturdy build,

Hilor already stood up and said, “No need. That’s not any significant information; I’ll give it to you for free,”

“But there’s a condition.”

“What condition?”

“You have to submit the heads of the Vampires you hunt here,”

“Of course, this is a gesture of goodwill, not a mandatory demand,”

“Because some of the proceeds from the heads of Vampires or Werewolf heads submitted here will go to Ramore Street, helping us to build this place better.”

“Deal!” Tuck nodded promptly.