Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

A few days later, me and Chris were visiting Umigliani Street again.

She and two, look around inside the venue displaying Negendunk's work.

When you enter the venue and turn right, the first thing that pops in is a statue with a horned horse standing up on his back leg with a wave in the back.

It has a sense of dynamism and is likely to run out as it is.

The next thing I see is a statue of a tortoise-like creature with wings.

Exactly. There are no feathered turtles in this other world either.

Apparently an imaginary creature of Negendunk.

This statue was not lined up in a row behaving well on the wall and was kept out of line.

At first I thought it was a misplacement, but apparently it's a performance. The statues on the other side are also randomly arranged, not side by side.

I feel like I've got it all mixed up inside a plugged chess pawn.

I don't think we can line up in a row...

I guess this is where artists are held.

Moving to the deepest part, like the king of chess pawns, 'an indomitable arm, an absolute immortality' was placed.

Luckily the crowd is small and even the shorter Chris can see it.

Indeed, the arms of men, as explained at length in the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild), were statues with a

It's so big that two adult men can't lift it without cooperating.

The pedestal area is still in stone condition, apparently shredded from one block of stone. Depending on the way you look at it, it can also be taken as a production in the process of production or a production to produce roughness.

Stand in front of "Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable" and check the perimeter, ceiling to foot.

No windows as shown on the drawing.

There was nothing like it on the ceiling or on the floor.

The room is not dark at all due to the brilliant magical light.

"Hey! Both of you! Well done for coming!

As I and Chris look at the work, my client, Negendunk, shows up.

He walks over to us with a smile that just slices away from his stuffed attitude the other day.

I don't know if he was a buyer or a fan behind him, but the guys were following him around like covan sharks.

"Hi."

…………

I greet him once, but Chris scowls uncommonly and uncomfortably at his eyebrows.

Negendunk looked back at the men behind him and threw his words great.

"I have to welcome my dear friends, so I'll see you guys later. I need you to leave today."

"Yes, Doctor, I understand."

The men smile ecstatically and honestly follow the instructions to avoid damaging Negendunk's mood.

"Come again often, to my solo exhibition!

When Negendunk turns to us, he talks in a good mood.

He speaks out to rap.

"When I heard you had failed the quest, at first I was hopeless that I was finished. But as you can see, unlike what you expected, foil on the reverse, and thanks to you, it's a huge feast! So I'm not mad that I failed, so I don't care about you two anymore."

"... not 'unlike expected', as expected - no, isn't it as planned?

"What does that mean?

"The sorcerer you asked for the job has already been captured. You asked him to work to interrupt our quest, didn't you? And there's evidence..."

"Ahhh, ahhh. Fine. Evidence and good. That's right. I asked him to work to interrupt your quest."

The arrow tip that I tried to poke at the evidence I was betraying, blocking the dialogue.

Negendunk turned away from his previous friendly attitude.

He pleaded guilty to the charges softly, with a seemingly tedious attitude.

This change in attitude is unexpected and unwittingly solidifies.

Normally, at times like this, isn't it classic for detectives and detectives to try to delude themselves all sorts of things?

Without worrying about my confusion, Negendunk speaks out in a light tone.

"As you can guess, I tricked Mr. Lute and the others into using it to increase my reputation. No, I'm sorry. So how much will the penalty be? Say the word. I'll pay you in full."

"Don't be ridiculous... fool us. What's that attitude?

I also changed my attitude and responded with an angry pregnant voice, but Negendunk just shrugged his shoulder lightly.

"Don't be so mad at me. You said you'd pay the penalty properly. Of course I think it's bad that you cheated. But in this one case, I got wealth and fame. Mr. Lute and the others receive substantial compensation in the form of a penalty. Look, nobody's losing anything."

No, we can't talk about it.

Negendunk faces Doya when he misinterprets me as' arguing 'for holding his head.

I want to punch you...... I want to punch you for real!

But there were more angry people next door than me.

A grumpy look falls out of Chris and any emotions fall out.

Eyes are cold as ice.

Negendunk is unaware that he is dancing Lambada on a minefield himself.

Chris writes letters on the mini blackboard and shows them just to me.

"... you won't talk about it. If that's your attitude, we'll take a lot of action."

"Oh, no... you're not going to assassinate me..."

Negendunk, who had an uncomfortable thin and laughing face until earlier, turns a blind face.

"We're not some Legion of Assassins. We will not allow you to destroy the quest, we will just continue with the request. Of course you can pay for it."

"... Huh?

At first, Negendunk tilts his neck without knowing what it means.

When I finally understood it in my brain, I had a disgusting grin again.

"I don't know what to say. Continue quest? Ha, ha, ha! The work was already placed on that pedestal! Now it's impossible to complete a sniping quest! Isn't that what you said yourself!

I draw the attention of my surroundings because of the shouting.

Negendunk drops the tone and tells.

"Go ahead and do as you please. If you receive money from a customer, destroy it as you please. Because I don't care if they break my work anywhere outside the venue. At that time, I gained immovable status as a sculptor. From now on, I don't have any problems with my job, my reputation, my money."

"... you seem to be mistaken about something, but what you broke after it was in someone else's hands is just a broken appliance. As we were asked to do, within the time you have ownership of this exhibition, we are going to destroy it in the venue, with a sniper."

With my thumb, I am referring to the "Immortal Arm, Absolutely Unbreakable" that fits on the back pedestal.

Negendunk's eyes sharpen.

He repositioned himself to shelter his work from us.

"... you're in trouble. That's the highlight of this solo exhibition. It's almost with the buyer."

This system of general solo exhibitions in different worlds must first pay an admission fee to enter the interior of the building.

And during this period, people who want it in auction form will throw a price on the work - something like that.

The most expensive person on the last day seems to be able to buy the piece.

Although I can't compare it because I don't know the system in my previous life.

I gently flush the stare of Negendunk.

"Don't worry, it's not about breaking your work in this place right now."

"Oh well... horns on the rabbit. Go home already. And don't show your face again. If you show your face, I'll follow you to the guards. I'm not paying the penalty anymore!

There's no penalty!

Me and Chris get out of the venue without his opponent any more.

Negendunk is alerting us, calling a private soldier who works in the exhibition hall to guard the venue.

Anyway, if we show up, you're definitely telling me to stay away from the 'Unbreakable Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable' sitting in the back right.

"But are you really glad you cut that big deal?

After leaving the exhibition hall, I spoke to Chris.

Why I suddenly made such a declaration - because I asked her to tell me on her behalf with a mini blackboard.

Chris replies with a smile as bright as a lie with a gaze like 'this pig... may I mince it and arrange it in store' earlier.

'It's okay, I'll take care of it!

"But it's not Negendunk, but Chris himself said it. If they put it in the back, it won't get there because it's not angled enough."

Yes, it is.

As far as I can tell, it's impossible to destroy the Immortal Arm, Absolutely Unbreakable, in the back of the right hand side with a sniper rifle.

Shooting the bullet in through the entrance doesn't even reach the statue positioned behind it with insufficient angle.

Now in the private room of the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild), Chris himself affirmed, 'It would be impossible to destroy it with snipers if they put it there'.

What the hell is she going to do......

Contrary to my anxiety, Chris confidently breasts without anxiety or dust.

'Lute, brother, don't worry about that. Because I will definitely destroy that sculpture and reveal the nose of a liar!

"... ok. I believe Chris, too."

My dear daughter-in-law has assured me so far.

What if I don't believe my husband?

Chris smiles gladly when he hears my reply.

"Then I have something for your brother to make to break that sculpture."

"What do you want me to make?

And Chris started explaining what he wanted 'what he wanted me to make'.

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A few days after cutting to the negen dunk.

Once again, I was walking to the venue.

"You! What are you doing here?

When Negendunk finds me aiming, he walks over with two guards behind him.

The time is just lunch.

I stood around the entrance turning to the left and watched 'Unbreakable Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable' sitting in the back of the right.

Exactly around noon there are few people, but before "Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable" stands a young couple with parents and children, and a man in general.

They're a little out of the way for us.

"Here! Don't ignore me! I'm hearing what the hell you're doing here!

If I'd ignored Negendunk, I'd be even more vocal and yelling.

I held my ear shut and looked back at him.

"What are you doing here? You're here because you have business."

I stopped using my salutation on Negendunk and replied with a nasty smell.

When checked sideways, the couple & the average man walk away from the front of 'Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable'.

The only thing left is parents and children.

Don't Negendunk like my attitude like that, or catch more eyebrows.

"I told you never to show up in front of me again, not to come to the exhibition hall!

"I wouldn't bother walking into a solo exhibition with garbage-like pieces like this if I didn't have errands."

"Oh, garbage... ugh! Wow, did you say garbage about my work!

Negendunk blushes as if the fire had lit up whether it had come to his head that he had been called to 'trash' his own work.

"Guards! Quickly, get this disrespecter out of here!

"" Ha!

A private soldier hired by the exhibition hall reduces the distance by putting his hands on the pattern of a sword that is lowering from his waist.

There are two opponents.

The equipment is a sword lowered from the waist.

He wears leather armor to ensure that his protective gear does not interfere with the customers' appreciation.

When it comes to metal armor, the chatter sounds loud, so naturally.

This level of opponent would not be difficult to disable without using the USP you are raising from your shoulder.

Thanks to the separation of the parents and children, they finally become unpopular from before the "Arm of Immortality, Absolute Immortality".

I turn my back on the Negendunks and aim for the entrance.

"I'm leaving because I'm done with business"

Negendunk, who was just an angry mind, also gives a strange look at this change in attitude.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Finally, let's use my 'I want to say it once' dialogue, number five."

I look back and shoot my right hand in the shape of a gun.

Furthermore, the Negendunks deepened the expression of confusion.

I don't mind the dialogue.

"Fallen baby in hell," he mane to shoot with a finger cannon.

For a second...

Daaaaaaah!

From a distance very far from the front of the exhibition hall entrance, shots are heard.

When I thought I heard it - for some reason, 'Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable', sitting in the back of the right, made an ominous breaking sound, smashing.

The spectators watching in the exhibition hall marvel at the sound, one screams, and one sits on the spot.

Everyone on the spot except me was suddenly nailed to the broken 'Irresistible Arm, Absolutely Unbreakable'.

Negendunk's face, which was turning red with anger, turns blue like today's weather, and sits on the spot with a snare.

The noisy spectators, the guards moving out to calm down, and I finished my errands ignoring the sitting Negendunk, walked away from the spot after breathing on the tip of the finger cannon.

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Negendunk's confident work, "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable," has been destroyed for about a month now.

Check the paperwork with the latest information coming up from Muir.

In the end, Negendunk's solo exhibition ended in great failure.

Until now, if you worship "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable," you were held to "No Raider Will Injure You" or "If You Have His Works, You Won't Be Attacked by Raiders," but after the work was crushed, "Negendunk's work touched the wrath of the heavenly gods. So suddenly it smashed," or "Negendunk's work is cursed," or "Whoever purchased his work received one suspicious death after another," or "Whoever saw Negendunk's work suffers from a mysterious disease" - bad rumors spread within the day.

They didn't let one tourist in until the last day.

Of course, the millionaires, aristocrats and small rich merchants who were trying to obtain the work returned their palms and raised funds simultaneously.

In the end, not a single exhibition sold a single piece.

Negendunk apparently disappeared to escape the debt taking because he could not repay the debt borrowed from the bad muscle at about the admission fee and could not refund it within the deadline.

But the other person is also a pro on that path.

In a few days I seized Negendunk's figure.

For some reason, the scene of the escape play, the identity assurance around it, and what Negendunk is currently doing - Muir brings together detailed information, as if he were watching it on the scene, in documents.

When she came to deliver the documents to the office, she was pleased to report the contents.

"Negendunk is currently being tortured underground as a fallout on the run to trample down debt," he said. After being cut off XXXX, he was treated with healing magic - '

I'm about to bring breakfast back to what's so terrible about torture.

He raised his hand in haste and forced her to shut her mouth.

Muir swells one cheek as the girl persists, complaining, 'I'm here to report to you what kind of eyes someone who did terrible things to Mr. Lute and Mr. Chris fits'.

"No, seriously, give me a break, Mr. Muir," I asked badly, and he honestly stopped reading.

I'm glad you're upset about us, but the content is just too shocking.

I strongly included that I would never show this report to Chris, nor would I let him hear it.

By the way, that's when I ask her what she cares about.

Immediately after the destruction of "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable", the fact spread to Umiliani Street.

Even more conveniently, bad rumors about Negendunk's work broke out as if he had targeted them.

It was as if someone was intentionally manipulating and flowing information as fast as they could possibly think.

Asking Muir about the above, she - she leaves the room with nothing to answer but a deep grin.

Seeing that smile, I firmly decided, 'Mr. Muir - no, let's never defy Master Muir'.

There are people in the world who I have told you many times that you should never turn to your enemies. She is one of them.

There was another person like that close to me.

It's Chris Gunsmith.

She says how she destroyed the 'Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable' placed in the back right... Chris has asked me to make something to snipe that sculpture.

Some of the items were "ammunition (cartridges) to make them jump."

She affirmed in a private room of the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild).

'Not enough angle to reach the statue placed in the back,' he said.

As a way to solve the problem, Chris bounced the bullet and said he would destroy the Immortal Arm, Absolutely Unbreakable!

Our daughter-in-law says impotent......

Let's see what 'bounce' looks like again here.

Bouncing bullets - the phenomenon of bullets hitting something hard and bouncing back.

In English, it is called ricochet.

Very rarely, bullets bounce off the shooter, the person who shot him.

But I'm not jumping any bullets.

Essentially jumping bullets are hard bullets such as full metal jacket bullets and full armor bullets.

Because soft point bullets and the like are soft, when they hit an object, the shape crumbles, and so on, speed energy is used to deform the object, which slows down greatly.

There are also differences depending on the object against which the bullet hits.

In the case of paved roads (concrete), the bullets bounce along the ground.

And it loses very little energy. Therefore, trying to avoid bullets on paved roads, it is not safe to lay low. Conversely, it can be dangerous.

Grounds such as soil absorb to some extent the energy of the bullet. However, there may be times when the bullet rotates laterally to bounce at a higher angle per hit.

Even water, which is liquid, causes a bouncing phenomenon if the angle of incidence to land on the surface of the water is shallow.

Chris wants to use this bounce to snipe a statue positioned behind the right with a missing angle.

"But where the hell are you gonna let him jump? If you hit walls, floors, or ceilings, it won't even reach the back sculpture."

I ask unexpectedly.

Chris runs his fingers on the mini blackboard again.

'Not ceilings, floors, walls. Adjust the angle by hitting the "Horse of the Wave" that was placed in the right exhibition hall.

The statues were randomly placed in the right exhibition hall like a plugged chess pawn.

At first I thought it was a misplacement, but it was a performance.

Chris said he could see the way to the "Unyielding Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable", which is deepest thanks to the placement of the statue in this way.

Ironically, I didn't know Negendunk's work, randomly placed as a production, would be the key to sending bullets to the back right......

If you do jump, it's possible to put a bullet in the back to the right.

However, realistically, jumping bullets have different angles due to various conditions, so it is not inherently possible to calculate them like billiards and hit a target.

If you can target and trigger a bounce and hit the target, that's divine business.

But Chris clenches his fist confidently and makes his nose rough.

I decided to believe in my wife like that.

"All right! All right! I believe in Chris, too. So all you have to do is build a cartridge of ammunition that's easy to jump off, huh?

'Yes! Best wishes!

And as she had requested, I made ammunition (cartridges) that was easy to jump.

The material of the bullet is pseudo-tungsten, which is also used for armoured rounds.

It should be wrapped in soft lead to prevent bouncing, but not this time.

Cover with thin metal for full metal jacket ammo.

After several exercises, Ole and Chris visited Umigliani Street again.

We rented a room in the building about 200 m from the entrance to the exhibition hall.

From there, you can visualize the critical 'Horned Horse of the Wave' from a wider than normal entrance and exit.

The firearm used this time is M700P.

A bolt-action rifle was chosen because more precise shooting was required.

As a final issue, I can't snipe if even one person stands in front of 'Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable'.

Furthermore, it was not physically possible to ascertain whether there were any people from the building at the sniper point.

That's why I went into the exhibition hall and was supposed to send a signal to Chris when people were gone.

And she succeeded in brilliantly hitting and bouncing "The Horned Horse of the Wave" and destroying "Irresistible Arms, Absolutely Unbreakable".

Exactly divine. Super skillful!

Honestly, I don't know what's good or bad about art.

But wasn't that most valuable work of art during the solo exhibition Chris' bullet, which accomplished the destruction of a sculpture placed in the deepest realm that was normally out of reach?

It's exactly what she can do: Bullet Art.

I remember my memories in my previous life.

Previous life, Japan on Earth.

At that time, for the first time in a few months, I went shopping in a nerdy town because I got a holiday to work. So I fell in love at first sight with the "Fantasy Naming Dictionary" of the two sickies and bought it with momentum.

By the way, I still have no regrets at all!

I read that dictionary and found out that the word 'art' would mean 'hell' in Russian.

"I mean, for Negendunk, that one shot of Chris was literally" Bullet Hell (Barrett Art) "going to hell. That's exactly the title you deserve for this one."

I was alone in the office, leaking a smile that I said was good.