Chapter 215: Ammunition Depot, Muggle Wands

Compared to last year, Aaron's summer vacation this year is much easier.

The teacher is no longer so strict, and the time is more relaxed. He can even spare two or three hours every day to go to Diagon Alley.

It took him six days to adapt to the new tutoring life, until the seventh day when Genes took him to the armory.

"I'm ready." Aaron warmed up confidently, "What is today's after-meal exercise? Earthquake, tsunami, volcanic eruption or high-altitude free fall?"

"None." Genes shook his head gently and took out the gray key engraved with the number three, "You can experience the second stage once or twice. If you really get used to it, it may not be a good thing."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and looked at the third key in Genes' hand thoughtfully, "So I'm entering the third stage now?"

"Of course."

Genes inserted the key into the keyhole on the wall.

With a click, the whole secret room underwent earth-shaking changes.

First, the space expanded more than ten times, and then the ceiling became blue sky and white clouds, and the ground became a lawn. The most important thing is that all the weapons on the shelves have changed.

Bows, hammers, armor, swords, and spears all disappeared, replaced by a variety of hot weapons, pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, grenades, rocket launchers, etc.

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed his saliva and stared at these modern hot weapons in a daze, speechless.

This arsenal is definitely worthy of its name, but can their wizard family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, learn this... and use it?

"I believe that the young master has a certain understanding of these weapons, but understanding is one thing, and whether you can use it is another matter."

"Uh... I understand the reason, but this, this... is it meaningful?"

"Of course it is meaningful." Jins said patiently, "These weapons are the wands of Muggles. Although the function is very simple, it is enough to take the life of a wizard.

For this reason alone, you must learn to use them."

Aaron curled his lips. In his opinion, there is not much difference between practicing sword and gun.

He picked up a revolver from the shelf, turned the cylinder, and it was full of six bullets.

"It's quite new!"

"This is the new stock we added last year." Genes said proudly, "A batch specially ordered by Gaius Industries."

Bang!

Aaron accidentally pulled the trigger, "Don't tell me Gaius also produces arms."

"The company was established almost in the last century, and it is considered an old arms dealer.

However, your great-grandfather's purpose of developing military enterprises was just to prevent the Gaius family from falling behind the times, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and it was only ranked in the top 20 in the world."

Aaron's mouth twitched fiercely. He knew that the Gaius family had many industries, but he never thought that they would do this kind of business, and it seemed to be thriving.

"My great-grandfather is really cunning, bah, old-fashioned, or no, really far-sighted!" Aaron sighed, "One of his decisions at the time gave us three generations of grandparents and grandchildren an extra third-stage training."

"To be exact, it was two generations of father and son. At that time, the old patriarch was already an adult, and his fate with these guns and ammunition was not that great.

In fact, the young master still took advantage of it. At least your training conditions are much better than those of the patriarch."

"But I don't think so." Aaron glared at Genes fiercely, "At least I have to learn more and more difficult things than Vico."

"Don't be so serious." Genes teased, " After all, you are a wizard. You only need to know how to use these weapons. You are not required to be as skilled as a professional soldier. "

"Hmm? I can barely accept this, but can you tell me why the requirements are lowered?"

"Because the Muggle world is developing very fast, and the weapons are also updated very quickly.

And you are a wizard, magic is the path you are destined to take, there is no need to strive for perfection in Muggle weapons.

They are eliminated very quickly, and there will be no qualitative breakthroughs in a short period of time. It is enough to just understand the specific operations. "

"I see." Aaron nodded after pondering, expressing his understanding.

Jin took out his wand and waved it with one hand, and a row of targets appeared on the grass in front of him.

"They are 10 meters, 20 meters, and 50 meters respectively. After that, there will be a new target every 100 meters. The range of various guns is included. If you get tired of playing, you can switch to a moving target.

There is an instruction manual under each weapon, and the young master can practice by himself. As for bullets..." Genes glanced at the at least three ammunition boxes stacked next to each shelf, "Make whatever you want. You can replenish them at any time when you run out of bullets."

Aaron:......

I guess I haven't finished yet. I can't even hold the magic wand with this hand.

At this moment, he just felt a lot of pressure. He was also somewhat interested in these weapons, but there were too many things.

Fortunately, the requirements of this course are not high, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to graduate in less than a year or two.

"Uncle Genes, you are an experienced person. Do you have any tips when my father was training?"

"Yes." Genes nodded seriously.

Aaron smiled and was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

He just asked casually, and he didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect to get something.

"Why didn't you tell me such important information earlier?"

You didn't ask!

Genes secretly complained in his heart.

But he also knew that he couldn't say that. After all, his young master was not an easy person to deal with, and he might make a note of it in his little notebook.

"I was just about to tell you." Genes straightened his chest and acted confidently.

Aaron looked at him deeply, and always felt that something was wrong.

"What's the trick?"

"Young master, try injecting magic power?"

Aaron was immediately interested when he heard it. Could it be that this was also a magic weapon?

He did it immediately, and as the magic power was input, a light white magic circle appeared on the barrel of the revolver.

As a gunman, he immediately understood that this magic circle can adjust the angle of the bullet, and the hit rate can be increased by at least 20%.

"Oh my goodness!" Aaron couldn't help but sigh, "I love magic.

But with so many guns and ammunition, it's a luxury to replace a batch every six months."

"It's not that troublesome." Jins explained, "This is just the simplest enchantment. Find a few professional wizards to complete it in one day. It just so happens that Gaius Industries has cultivated talents in this area."

Aaron also felt that his question seemed a bit stupid. This consumption was not even a drop in the bucket for Gaius, who had a huge family and business.

"Are there any other functions besides improving accuracy?"

"It can also improve power." Jins pointed to a rocket launcher and said confidently: "If a wizard uses it, it can at least increase the destructive power by 30%."

"30%?" Although Aaron was a little surprised, he was not very satisfied with this number, "Only 30%?"

"This is not low." Jins said speechlessly, "First of all, these are just ordinary materials, which can only withstand one enchantment, either to improve power or accuracy.

Secondly, these weapons are only for you, the young master. Training and preparation, except for a few wizards who make a living in the Muggle world, almost no one will customize enchanted guns.

Again, Muggles cannot live without magic and cannot activate the above formations. For them, these weapons have no specialness and are of no help to Gaius Industrial's product exports.

The most important thing is that weapons also need to be maintained, and the same is true for enchanted magic formations. The return on investment in research in this area can be imagined.

Of course, if Lord Weihet is willing to help, the situation will be another matter. "

Aaron heard this and smiled contemptuously.

It's a beautiful idea. Weihet will not waste time on Muggle weapons. Unless it is a divine weapon, it is wishful thinking to ask him to help.

"Alas! I have to learn the magic of enchantment later.

With my talent, I should be able to increase the accuracy or power by 10 to 20% on the existing basis. "Aaron shrugged, then picked up the revolver and fired five shots at the target ten meters away.

Thanks to his physical fitness far superior to that of ordinary people, he aimed and shot in one go, and all five shots hit the bull's eye, fifty rings.

Aaron's mouth curled up slightly, but his happiness lasted less than three seconds, and a noise came from the side.

"Master, you have a good shooting talent, but the third stage is not that simple.

Excellent shooters are fed with bullets, and terrible shooters are fed with guns." Genes put a pile of bullet boxes in front of him, and also pulled out a variety of pistols, "Try each weapon!

I set a small goal for you, Master. You have to finish a magazine with each gun, and the accuracy rate of the ten-meter target cannot be less than 50%."

Aaron looked at the guns piled up like a small mountain and smiled far-fetchedly.

There are at least hundreds of guns, and he has to shoot almost a thousand bullets in one class.

"Do you want to tire me to death?"

"I dare not." Genes skillfully took out a bottle of purple magic potion, "This is what I asked Lord Lant to prepare for you. Just apply a little bit to eliminate fatigue."

Aaron:......

"You are so thoughtful."

"This is what I should do."

Aaron rolled his eyes, threw the revolver aside, and casually pulled out another pistol.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

For more than two hours, the gunfire did not stop.

When Aaron used up a magazine in agony, Genes would hand him a brand new pistol in time. Coupled with the target that would return to its original state no matter how he shot, he felt as if everything was trapped in an endless cycle.

Lant's magic potion did play a significant role. His arms and fingers did not feel the slightest fatigue, but the mental exhaustion could not be easily compensated by magic potions.

Moreover, after using magic weapons for more than two hours on and off, the continuous consumption of magic energy made him, a mid-level wizard, a little overwhelmed.

Throwing away the last pistol, Aaron cleaned up the dense bullet shells piled at his feet and collapsed on the lawn.

"Finally it's over."

"The accuracy rate is about 80%." Genes recorded in the small notebook, "Congratulations, young master, you barely passed the pistol test."

Hearing this, Aaron turned his face away angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, try firing a gun for more than two hours in a row, you will be tired or annoyed.

And this is my first time using a gun, it's good to have this result."

"Young master, you are a little self-deprecating." Genes said with some dissatisfaction, "Remember your performance in Ollivander's Wand Shop two years ago, all the wands showed submission to you.

Just a Muggle wand..."

"Get lost!" Aaron grabbed a handful of bullet shells and threw them over, "A Muggle wand, you think it's a wand just because it's enchanted?

I'm thirteen years old, don't treat me like a fool!"