Chapter 58

"Then what?"

A raspy voice echoed through the narrow room.

"You want me to modify this revolver for you?"

His eyebrows were raised in obvious displeasure, and his mustache twitched.

His nostrils flared as if he were drunk.

Looking at the man with a face like a drunkard who had just downed a large drink, Renock answered calmly.

"There are several more specific requirements, but for now, that's correct."

"I refuse."

"What do you mean?"

In response to Renock’s question, the man threw the revolver he was holding onto the table.

"I don’t touch these little metal trinkets. What’s so special about these toys that I should handle them?"

"Then what about this?"

The man grumbled and acted defiantly, but when he saw the cutter Renock took out from his coat’s inner pocket, he shut his mouth.

"As far as I know, this cutter is also something you modified and sold... How strange."

"...I had no choice because I needed money."

"I’ve heard enough of your excuses."

The new revolver purchased from Gun & Barrel.

Unlike the cheap product he bought at a very low price, this one was a flagship model from a famous firearms company, costing over 400,000 cells.

Its gleaming silver finish, the handle wrapped in black leather, the intricately crafted cylinder, and the sturdy hammer. The straight barrel.

Everything was more satisfying than the previous one he used, but if it couldn’t withstand the shooting assistance magic Renock used, it would be useless.

However, Renock had come to this expert in weapon modification to improve that aspect.

It was the same man he had met on the street before.

It took some time to find the man’s workshop because he didn’t know his name, but it wasn’t that difficult.

His skills were so renowned that even nameless thugs had heard of him. By focusing on workshops with a good reputation, Renock quickly found him.

Of course, if he had just been looking for a firearms modification workshop, there would have been no need to specifically seek out this man... but there was another reason Renock had gone to such lengths to find him.

Boom!

"Then you can modify this one as well, right?"

With a more relieved expression, Renock put down the bag he had been carrying on his back and said.

The old man’s lips twitched as he looked up at Renock, realizing it was a heavy double-barreled shotgun.

"...You. You’ve been acting like you’ve entrusted me with something since you got here. What’s the reason?"

"I’m just saying that I owe you a favor, sir."

"I’ve only seen you twice today."

Instead of answering, Renock tapped the cutter in his hand with his long index finger.

"Dyke."

The man flinched!

"I think you probably know this name."

On the day Kilian first visited Jenny’s bar,

didn’t he mention that the company was after the old man because of this cutter?

Given that the man had boasted about Renock’s cutter being his work, it was clear who Kilian was talking about.

Renock hadn’t paid much attention to this minor coincidence, but he hadn’t forgotten about it either.

If there’s something you can use, you should use it to the fullest, right?

"Panoh, Kilian, Manya, Dustin...."

As Renock listed the names he knew, the man’s shoulders twitched one after another.

Now, a faint trace of fear was visible on his face.

"...Did the company send you? To find me?"

"If they had, would I be having this casual conversation with you, sir? I just wanted to let you know."

Renock smiled slightly as he said this.

"I’ve worked with those people for a long time and have gotten to know them well."

"......"

"By now, you should realize how trustworthy a customer I am, knowing about you and not telling those people."

"Damn it, fine!"

The man shouted, his face showing that he had given up.

"I’ve lost, kid. Can I modify these two for you as you wish?"

"Of course, but I’m not just saying it with my mouth."

As Renock said this, he took out a bundle of banknotes from his coat and placed them on the workbench.

Seeing the man’s eyes widen slightly, Renock smiled and said,

"Please do your best to make them of the highest quality, no matter how much it costs."

After entrusting the items to the man and leaving the workshop, Renock checked the sign again.

Palmer’s Workshop... So that’s the name of the man he hadn’t even properly introduced himself to.

A resourceful and skilled individual, likely part of Dyke’s development team.

Considering that Dyke Corporation had started to expand its industrial tool business, Palmer’s skills might be even better than Renock had imagined.

'With the firearms taken care of... next is the consumables.'

Despite his magic becoming continuously stronger through numerous battles, Renock had no intention of giving up his auxiliary equipment.

Even if his magic was powerful and flexible, the advantage of firearms, which could deliver high-density firepower at a low cost, was not something to be easily discarded.

It’s not for nothing that freelancers like Dylan and Mila, who have such physical abilities, still carry guns as auxiliary equipment.

Moreover, considering the usefulness of shooting assistance magic, the loss Renock would incur by giving up his gun far outweighed the benefit of being lighter.

'With the improvement of shooting assistance magic progressing smoothly... if done well, it won’t be difficult to save a lot of mana.'

Various application methods he couldn’t attempt due to a lack of mana handling skills or mana quantity.

Now that he had obtained the imbued magic, he could actively use a wide range of auxiliary magic, not just for shooting.

The higher he climbed, the faster the scenery changed.

Compared to when he escaped the factory with just an old pistol, the number of things he could do now was countless.

While his mind raced, Renock quickly left the bustling street.