This world favored magic and bloodlines, and guns didn't come into existence yet. In Mag's memory, even fireworks were only seen in the royal palace in the capital during festivals, meaning best wishes to the people.
The alchemists treasured their methods and recipes so much that they were not going around among common people, so Mag had no idea what Mobai was referring to. "What kind of energy?" he asked curiously.
Mobai looked at Mag and hesitated for a moment. Then he put down his spoon and signed with his hands. "Like a fireball explodes after being contracted to a small one."
Mag lifted an eyebrow. Now it's more like explosive.
He didn't know what that energy was exactly, but based on Mobai's description, guns were definitely the best option to turn this energy into a long-range weapon. The barrel could propel the bullet to a high speed as long as it was able to confine that sudden burst of energy. Thus, it would become a long-range weapon.
