Chapter 525: Pressure (1/2)

Chapter 525: Pressure

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Duo Ka's study was large. It could host a dozen people and still felt spacious. Currently, there were about seven people in there. Some were sipping tea; a few were chatting quietly in small groups; some were resting their eyes; some were already asleep, and even snoring a little.

”Lil' Mo'er is back.” This came from Duo Ka, the owner of the house.

”I'm back,” Shu Mo'er nodded obediently. She was adored by everyone here. They would all offer the beautiful and kind young lady their utmost attention and generosity.

However, do not be fooled by her innocent looks. She was not shabby at all, qualifying herself as a Level 6 shooter at a very young age. This showed how talented and hardworking she was. Besides, she had more combat experience than many shooters of her age, and that was quite rare.

”Did you enjoy yourself today, Mo'er?” Wei Zheng asked. His age was closest to Shu Mo'er compared to that of the rest in the group. At 24, only 4 years older than Shu Mo'er, he was also considered a genius shooter.

Shu Mo'er did not like Wei Sheng for some reason. Logically speaking, Wei Zheng was remarkable in both his looks and heritage. Wei Zheng came from an aristocratic family. He was a well-bred young man who would always have a mesmerizing smile on his face. He conducted himself gracefully in a pleasing manner. Besides, as an heir of the Xi Ding Tribe bloodline, he was absolutely handsome. After all, the Xi Ding Tribe was known for their men's good looks.

Many women would have thought of Wei Zheng as their dream partner, but Shu Mo'er was an exception. If Wei Zheng was not as skilled as he was, or part of the group, she would not have cared to tolerate his presence. Even the drunkard Edward was better company than Wei Zheng.

However, Wei Zheng seemed to treat Shu Mo'er with exceptional interest, and that was a bother to Shu Mo'er. The man had asked to accompany her on her trip today, and Shu Mo'er had spent a long time convincing him to stay behind.

She did not feel comfortable talking to him, but Shu Mo'er still answered him obediently, ”Yes, I did. Thank you, Brother Wei.”

Wei Zheng smiled handsomely, ”That's wonderful.”

”What did you do today, Mo'er? I see that you're quite happy,” Duo Ka asked with interest.

The subject of her outing today filled her with excitement, ”Uncle Duo Ka, Mo'er met a very interesting person today!”

Duo Ka looked at her with complete adoration. He asked with a smile, ”What could possibly make our Mo'er so excited?”

”Haha, maybe our Mo'er has met the man of her dreams,” the joke came from Peng Acha, the oldest in the group. The man had a drunkard's nose, and his hair grew uncontrollably like a wild bush. He often behaved like a child, and liked to make jokes.

Wei Zheng still had a smile on his face, but his eyes widened meaningfully at the joke.

Shu Mo'er quickly explained herself, ”No, that's not it! I met a very skilled weaponsmith today. He's built a weapon for a Level 8 shooter before.”

”Oh, so Yedda has someone like that?” The rest of the group who were resting had all sat up by now. They were curious of this news.

Duo Ka frowned, ”That's impossible, I would have heard of it if there's someone like that. If you're talking about a skilled weaponsmith, the only one around is probably a woman called Kristen. However, skilled as she is, even she was not good enough to make a weapon for a Level 8 shooter.”

Shu Mo'er smiled, pleased of herself, ”Hehe, I've met that Kristen today too. She's the weaponsmith's student.” Shu Mo'er's expression turned a little odd at the mention of Kristen. That woman was a little scary!

Wei Zheng caught her look. For some reason, his eyes turned colder, but his smile was even wider.

Duo Ka was surprised. ”Kristen's teacher? I've never heard of that. If it is Kristen's teacher, then I suppose it's quite possible.”

Shu Mo'er teased them, ”By the way, you all know this Level 8 shooter.”

”Who is it?” Peng Acha asked, curious.

Shu Mo'er declared victoriously, ”Sha Ya. You all know her. It was said that she exchanged a piece of amapolla wood for the weapon. I heard that it was a laser gun that could shoot through five centimeters of nubis stone.”

Everyone was riled up by the revelation. ”Five centimeters of nubis stone? Amazing!”

Shu Mo'er felt even more pleased of herself, as if she was the one who made the laser gun. ”You wouldn't have guessed what the gun's made of.”

”What is it made of? It is wood from the star birch tree? Or nightmist fir?” Peng Acha asked, intrigued.

”Hehe, you're wrong!” Shu Mo'er was close to Peng Acha. She smiled teasingly, ”I knew you couldn't guess it. I was very surprised when I found out. The laser gun was made of the most common material – speckled blue fir wood.”

”Impossible!” A few of them broke out simultaneously.

The ones who still looked sleepy moments ago were now wide awake. They exchanged looks of concern. It was surprising news, indeed. It was unheard of for a weapon made of speckled blue fir wood to shoot through five centimeters of nubis stone.

”Lil' Mo'er, bring to that person now! Hah, I must get me one of those!” Peng Acha's eyes were practically shining. He was eager to visit the mysterious weaponsmith immediately.

Shu Mo'er looked hesitant, ”Peng Peng, that man's weird. I couldn't even get through to him. Besides, Sha Ya had traded amapolla wood for her laser gun. What do you have to trade?”

Peng Acha was crestfallen, ”Nothing. Amapolla wood can only be found in the inner parts of Darkniss. This old friend of yours isn't capable of entering that dangerous place.”

”Be patient, Peng Peng, I'm also trying to figure out a way. Since we're going to here for a while, let's take our time and come up with a plan,” Shu Mo'er consoled the older man.

The rest of the group went silent. Amapolla wood and the like could only be found in the hands of Level 8 shooters. They were all only at Level 6, a large gap of strength from Level 8.

Just then, someone rushed into the study. It was a man with bushy eyebrows.

”Naver, what is it?” Zong Wen asked. He was the group's leader. Zong Wen had a thin face and a pair of keen eyes. He was 40 this year, the prime age for shooters. Naver was usually more reserved and composed, but his panicky look today alerted Zong Wen.

Everyone directed their attention to Naver.

Naver raised his eyebrows in agitation as he explained, ”I met someone.”