All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Chapter 60:

"That, that..."

Rachel swallowed. It wasn't until my expression returned to normal that I said, "Bedolia is addicted to shooting games over there. But she can't hit it."

Gun game?

The familiar name of the game made me stunned. It took a few seconds before I realized what kind of game it was.

Three rows of gifts with a broken gun. As long as you can hit the gift, you can take it away.

Such simple and easy-to-understand rules perfectly overlap with a must-have game in a playground in the previous life. It is because of the similarity that this sense of familiarity made me stunned for a moment. I have an illusion that I am still in the original world.

Suddenly found out. The two worlds are like shadows of each other.

"My money has been paid to her..."

Rachel sighed helplessly, "But Bedoria refused to give up. Even if I was arguing, I still want to play."

"...So you came to borrow money from me, right." I looked at him with a complicated expression, it was not easy to serve such a childish childhood sweetheart, "but I tell you. Shooting is just like hanging a doll. It's a bottomless pit called gambling."

"No." Rachel said as expected, "If it's a hanging doll, then just find the trick. I can hang it every time."

I don't believe it! Hurry up and apologize to all the teenagers and girls who donated money to the claw machine! wrong. The point is, is there really a hanging doll in this world!

The intense desire to complain made my face distorted for an instant. At this moment, Ace next to him smiled and said, "Shooting? I am very good at it."

"Hey really!"

Reichelton on the side was excited, "Mr. Ace looks like the kind of person who can play guns! Can you help Bedoria shoot one? I think she will be satisfied with only one."

So after all, it's just for a breath.

I thought silently. Thirteen or four-year-old children really like to waste rare perseverance in such a boring place. How good it is to have this perseverance in learning.

"sure."

Ace smiled openly and brightly just like the talkative brother next door. The young Rachel obviously didn't know the dark nature of his cool appearance. After a quick thank you, he ran to the shop eagerly.

The man with short brown hair walked leisurely behind the teenager. The right hand wearing a black leather glove was casually placed on the hilt around his waist, and the red-gold scabbard made a metal crash with his movements.

As dull as a dragon's sigh.

I followed Ace with a complicated look. The tall man is still smiling. I know his strength, even if the gun is broken, it won't be a problem.

but.

"Ace Ace."

I whispered to him, "Wait later, can you teach Rachel the trick of shooting a gun. I want him to hit one."

"Oh."

The handsome man blinked at me, "Do you want me to help him make girls?"

I nodded silently.

Ace answered with a hearty face, "Yes."

…Is it so easy to talk?

I narrowed my eyes. Obviously the plan once again proceeded smoothly according to my vision, but I still felt an ominous feeling.

After all, this is a terrible world full of tricks.

Holding the awareness of being in the world at all times, I pressed my lips tightly and stared at Rachel holding the gun and Ace who helped him correct his posture. The thin, beautiful boy unexpectedly had some strength, even if it was a fake gun, it was not light, but he could hold it firmly.

…etc.

The eyes that were still piercing immediately turned into dead fish eyes. I silently watched Rachel’s shoulder with the gun shaking at a subtle amplitude that would be impossible to notice if he hadn’t stared at it with great attention.

The line of sight falling on the shoulders moved into the goal, and it was a beautiful and quiet face.

But with my EQ of up to two hundred and five, I just pretended it.

"Rachel, I want that!"

The eyes of the lively **** the side didn't fall on the boy at all. She just stared at the beautiful doll in the middle and shouted excitedly, "The one in the middle! It must be hit!"

"...Hmm. Don't move, boy."

Ace said leisurely. A full head and a half taller than Rachel, he not only didn't squat down and aim at Rachel's perspective, but he didn't even position his hands. If he insisted, he just treated Rachel as a puppet.

After a while, not knowing whether it was because of curiosity or because of Ace's outstanding appearance, a large circle of people surrounded us. Fortunately, most of the eyes of passers-by are focused on Ace, otherwise Rachel would be useless even if there were ten "cognitive misleading".

What a mistake. Now I don't care if Rachel can hit or not. The three of us should never be recognized.

As more and more people watched, I couldn't help but get nervous. And Bidolia was still immersed in the joy of the game, excitedly cheering for Rachel.

In order to love the beautiful boy, his expression was still calm, but his sweaty forehead revealed his true heart. But Ace, this guy still ignored the gaze of others, and placed his place slowly for Rachel with one hand.

"Um... well."

Ace retracted his hand and inserted it into the pocket of the red coat.

Then-

"boom."

The man's chuckle was overshadowed by the loud gunfire. As a plume of white smoke came out of the shoddy muzzle, the beautiful doll in the middle also fell down.

"Shot."

The lazy voice evoked everyone's consciousness. Amid the explosion of cheers from the crowd, Rachel lowered his gun blankly.

I looked at the table with hindsight. It clearly felt that a long time had passed, but in reality it was less than a minute.

The onlookers were happy, but the boss's face turned black. I guess no one expected it. This extremely unreliable "teaching" can actually be hit by a teenager who has never touched a gun.

The man with incredible gaze took the doll from the shopkeeper who had seen a ghost at random, and then stuffed it into the arms of the boy next to him. When he pushed him to the side of the screaming girl, he even took the gun.

"There are four more bullets."

As he spoke, Ace retreated familiarly, took out the empty cartridge case and threw it accurately into the trash can in the distance. "Gadri cut what you want."

"...Let me see."

I retracted the complicated gaze that fell on him, and turned to look at the opposite shelf. From food to use, large or small gifts are neatly arranged at a moderate distance.

I glanced roughly and said a few things casually. I have lost interest in this game after knowing that Ace is bound to hit all shots.

"Understood. Your Royal Highness."

Ace chuckled slightly, and when he said the words "His Royal Highness", his funny voice was three times lower. However, before I vomit with a cold face, the violent gunfire stopped my words.

boom.

-From raising the gun to shooting to hitting to falling. It only took a second.

Click.

The sound of the loading sounded abruptly. When everyone with their pupils tightened looked at him again, he had already raised the gun with one hand.

boom.

-Nearly zero aiming time, pull the trigger without hesitation.

However, those who didn't give a chance, at the moment when people hadn't recovered.

Click.

boom.

—It's another shot.

…

...

………

"The gun is broken."

The three knocked down presents lay alone on the floor thrown on the carpet. The man with short brown hair murmured like this, and threw the gun on the long table in front of everyone watching.

I looked at the gun on the long table. Although it can be seen from the outside that it is crude for the game, the quality is the same as that of a real gun.

And at this time, the gun barrel was red and hot to the naked eye.

…It was really broken by the game.

I silently looked at the dumbfounded boss standing behind the long table. It's really miserable. That mouth just doesn't close at all when it's dislocated.

"But there is one bullet left."

With his left hand in his pocket, Ace threw a copper soft-headed bullet up and down in his right hand, with a regretful tone, "Although I really don't want to waste Gardriche's money. But there is nothing to do if the gun is broken."

No. No waste at all. Your pretense is worth the fare, okay?

Looking around Ace's gaze was no longer "exclamation" but "panic". The terrible monster in the crowd was still smiling, and his handsome face was so hearty.

"Ah—I have a solution."

Ace suddenly realized. One caught the bullet thrown in the air. Then he turned his head and looked at me with a smile, and asked, "My princess. What do you want in the end?"

Who is your princess, you **** knight who doesn't even remember the "command".

I spit out in my heart skillfully. Humans are indeed magical creatures. Now that I am afraid of Ace, my desire to complain is more vigorous.

Even if he raises the sword at me someday, I can even complain about him regardless of the danger of my life.

"It's the puppet."

I stretched out my finger, "It's the lion puppet in the upper right corner."

"Understood."

Ace responded in a relaxed tone. Then he took a step forward and slightly raised his hand holding the bullet.

Then.

Threw it violently.

The loud noise breaking through the air is like the scream of an unknown bird. The huge wind pressure brought up a whirlwind as if the time came. I looked at the lion puppet in the upper right corner with a blank expression. I wanted to be hit hard by something terrifying. Generally, I suddenly smashed through the hanging curtain, stirring up layers on the magic barrier that enveloped the shop. Ripples.

finally. Falling on the blanket feebly and silently.

"The strength is not well controlled."

The red dress swings up and down. Ace stood up slowly, and looked at the lion doll that fell on the ground. Then while turning his wrist, he said heartily, "Haha. It really can't be compared to a professional magic device."

"..."

I looked at him numbly with a hollow expression in my eyes. For a moment did not know what to say.

…

The desperate shopping is finally over.

Obviously only four or five hours passed. The Three Views and firm heart that I spent 30 years building up was as devastated as a nuclear attack. For a moment, I couldn't help asking myself-who am I? where am I? What should I do next?

Rachel is just as miserable as me. Ace completely stole the limelight for the assists he originally wanted to give him. Next to him, Bedoria was passing us and looking at Ace with worshiping eyes. And the doll that Rachel laid for her fell out of favor like the "Princess Gadriche" doll, lying sadly in the gift bag.

As for Ace by my side.

"Well—I had a great time today."

The hearty man smiled heartily. He asked me in a hearty voice, "What do you think. Gadriche."

"...Very happy. Haha."

I raised my hand tremblingly. Seeing the lion puppet with a big hole in his chest that was dyed orange in the rest of the setting sun, he replied.

"I am also very happy today!"

Bedoria is still so energetic, "Mr. Ace, you are really strong!"

"Well."

Of course Ace's tone was almost arrogant, "Of course I am the strongest."

"So."

"Looking forward to seeing you next time. Gadrich."

I raised my head chuckingly. Seeing Ace smiled and waved to me, those dark red eyes were obscure in the dim sunset.