"Now, this is not the final movement!"
"This is the tail end of the prelude!!"
Looking at Roland, who had endured countless hardships to reach him.
Looking at that face carved full of suffering.
Ma Teng could not help but laugh and sigh. "You've progressed quickly!!"
"Gunslinger—Roland, you've progressed quickly!!"
As though he were praising the other man's accomplishments.
Twelve shots.
Without any hesitation.
Roland emptied the bullets loaded in both ancient revolvers, reloading them in the blink of an eye.
Yet, faced with this sight.
Ma Teng did not even try to dodge.
Nor did he attempt to block them.
He merely wore a wanton smile.
And let Roland attack as he pleased.
There was no other reason.
He knew Roland did not dare kill him.
Roland still needed to obtain information about the Dark Tower from him.
And indeed, that was the case.
All twelve bullets exploded against the rocks behind Ma Teng.
His smile deepening, Ma Teng waved a hand and sighed.
"Enough, enough."
"If you kill me, it'll be the same as killing yourself."
"Let's have a little chat after all these years... consider it some kind of reward for our reunion?"
Having said that.
With a faint smile, Ma Teng slowly walked toward somewhere nearby.
More than ten minutes later.
Watching Ma Teng start a fire with deadwood.
Roland sat opposite him and said solemnly, "I will kill you."
Ma Teng, who had his head lowered as he built the fire, reacted as if he had heard a joke.
"No, you won't, and you can't. But you can pick up some wood to commemorate your Isaac."
This was a metaphor drawn from the Bible.
Hearing that.
Though Roland had never read the Bible and did not understand what Ma Teng was talking about.
After