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"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
One shot followed another.
If it hadn't been for the Black River Valley town at this time, shrouded in a wandering storm.
The sound would have been washed away by the storm.
Otherwise, the gunfire would have been noticed by now.
After a good ten shots or more.
The dwarf alchemist, his anger subsiding, reloaded steam bullets, raised his steam shotgun, and aimed at Tuck.
This time, he only aimed but did not fire.
Anger was fading, and reason was starting to take over his mind again.
During the time he reloaded, the wizard had not attacked him.
He was starting to sense something unusual.
This guy... seemed not to be an enemy.
"Who are you?"
The dwarf alchemist asked in a deep voice.
"As I said earlier, I am a guest seeking the aid of an alchemist."
"I mean no harm."
Tuck dared not mention anything about Dragon Breath or Dragon Scales again, to avoid antagonizing the 'anger-prone' dwarf alchemist.
"There's no alchemist here."
