Ammo Depot, Muggle Wand

Compared to last year, Aaron's Summer Holiday this year is much more relaxed.

The teachers were no longer so strict, and I had more free time, even enough to spare two or three hours each day to take a stroll Diagon Alley.

It took him seven days to adjust to the new tutoring life, until on the seventh day Jeans took him to the armory.

"I'm ready." Aaron warmed up confidently. "What's today's after-dinner exercise? An earthquake, a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, or freefall from a great height?"

"Neither." Jeans shook his head slightly and took out a gray key engraved with the number three. "You only need to experience the second stage once or twice. If you really get used to it, it will definitely be a good thing."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtfully at the third key in Jeans' hand. "So I'm entering the third stage now?"

"Certainly."

Jeans inserted the key into the lock on the wall.

With a click, the entire Secret Chamber underwent a dramatic transformation.

First, the space has expanded more than ten times. Second, the ceiling has been transformed into blue sky and white clouds, and the ground has become a lawn. Most importantly, all the weapons on the shelves have been completely changed.

Arrows, giant hammers, armor, swords, and spears all disappeared, replaced by all sorts of firearms: pistols, rifles, Sniper Rifle, grenades, Rocket Launcher, and so on.

Gollum!

Aaron swallowed hard, staring blankly at the modern firearms, speechless with astonishment.

This armory truly lives up to its name. For Warlock family with thousands of years of tradition to learn this... will they even be able to use it?

"I believe you have some understanding of these weapons, young master. However, understanding them is one thing, but knowing how to use them is another."

"Um... I understand the logic, but... does this... make any sense?"

"Of course it makes sense," Jeans said patiently. "These weapons are like Muggle Wand. Although their abilities are very limited, they are still enough to take a Warlock's life."

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

Aaron pursed his lips; in his eyes, there wasn't much difference between practicing swordsmanship and practicing spearmanship.

He picked up a revolver from the shelf, turned the cylinder open, and found it filled with bullets.

"That's awesome!"

"This is a shipment we went to restock," Jeans said with some pride. "It's a batch specially ordered by Gaius Industries."

Aaron accidentally pulled the trigger. "Don't tell me Gaius also manufactures weapons."

"The company was established around the 19th century and can be considered a veteran arms dealer."

However, your great-grandfather's purpose in developing the military industry was merely to prevent the Gaius family from falling behind the times, so he didn't place much importance on it, and it only managed to rank among the top twenty globally.

Aaron's lips twitched violently. He knew that the Gaius family had many businesses, but he never expected that they would do this kind of business, and do so successfully.

"My great-grandfather was truly cunning, no, shrewd, or rather, farsighted!" Aaron exclaimed. "His decision back then gave our three generations of family members an extra stage of training."

"To be precise, it's two generations of people. At that time, the old family had already become a family, so they didn't have much connection with these guns and ammunition."

Actually, young master, you have a slight advantage; at least your training conditions are much better than your family's.

"But I don't think so." Aaron glared at Jeans. "At least I have more to learn than Vico, and it's much harder."

"No need to be so serious," Jeans teased Yu. "Young Master, you are Warlock after all. It's enough for you to know how to use these weapons. We don't expect you to be as skilled as a professional soldier."

"Hmm? I can barely accept that, but could you tell me why you've lowered your expectations?"

"Because the Muggle world is developing very quickly, and weapons are being updated and replaced very quickly as well."

But you are Warlock, young master. Magic is the path you are destined for. There is no need for you to strive for perfection in Muggle weapons.

They become obsolete quickly, and there won't be any qualitative breakthroughs in the short term; understanding the specific techniques is sufficient.

"That's how it is." Aaron nodded thoughtfully, indicating his understanding.

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

"They are 10 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters, and then every 100 meters there will be a target with a range of various guns. If you get tired of it, you can switch to moving targets."

Each weapon comes with an instruction manual; the young master can practice on his own. As for ammunition..."Jeans glanced at the at least three ammunition boxes stacked next to each shelf, "Make as many as you like. We can restock whenever we run out."

Aaron:...

I reckon the fight isn't over yet; I can't even hold Wand anymore.

At this moment, he felt immense pressure. He was also somewhat interested in these weapons; there were just too many of them.

Fortunately, the course wasn't too demanding, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to graduate in a year or two.

"Uncle Jeans, you've been through this before, do you have any tips for my training?"

"Yes." Jeans nodded seriously.

Aaron was overjoyed and couldn't contain his excitement.

He just asked casually, without much hope, but unexpectedly, he actually got something out of it.

"Why wasn't this important information mentioned sooner?"

You didn't ask!

Jeans silently complained to himself.

He knew he couldn't say that, after all, his young master was no pushover, and he might make a fuss about it in his little notebook.

"I was just about to tell you that," Jeans, puffing out his chest and appearing self-assured.

Aaron gave him a deep look, feeling that something was amiss.

What's the trick?

"Young master, why don't you try infusing it with magic?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron immediately became interested. Could this also be a magical weapon?

He did as instructed, and as Magical Energy was channeled into the gun, a light white Magic Array appeared on the barrel of the revolver.

As the gunman, he immediately understood that this Magic Array could adjust the angle at which bullets were fired, increasing the hit rate by at least 20%.

"My goodness!" Aaron couldn't help but exclaim, "I love magic to death."

However, with so many guns and ammunition, replacing them every half a day is quite extravagant.

"It's not that complicated," Jeans explained. "This is just the simplest enchantment. A few professional Warlock can complete it in a day. Fortunately, Gaius Industries has trained people in this field."

Aaron also felt that his question seemed a bit foolish; this amount of expenditure was nothing to the large and powerful Gaius.

"Besides improving accuracy, are there any other functions?"

"It can also increase its power." Jeans pointed to a Rocket Launcher and said confidently, "If Warlock uses it, it can increase the destructive power by at least three times."

"Three?" Aaron was somewhat surprised, but he wasn't entirely satisfied with the number. "Only three?"

"This is already quite high." Jeans said speechlessly, "First of all, these are just ordinary materials, which can only withstand one enchantment, either to increase power or to increase accuracy."

Secondly, these weapons are only for your training, young master. Apart from a few Warlock who make a living in the Muggle world, almost no one would order enchanted guns.

Furthermore, Muggle cannot activate the array above without magic, so these weapons are of no special value to them and do not help Gaius Industries ' product exports.

Most importantly, weapons also need maintenance, and so do Magic Array; the returns from investing in research in this area are self-evident.

Of course, if Lord Weihert were willing to intervene, then the situation would be different.

Aaron smiled dismissively upon hearing this.

That's wishful thinking, but Weihert won't waste his time on Muggle weapons. Unless it's Divine Artifact, getting his help is just wishful thinking.

"Sigh! I'll have to learn some enchanting magic later."

"With my talent, I should be able to improve the accuracy or power of my shots by one or two points." Aaron shrugged, then picked up his revolver and fired five shots at a target ten meters away.

Thanks to his superhuman physical abilities, he aimed and fired in one smooth motion, hitting the bullseye with all five shots, scoring fifty rings.

Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, but his joy lasted less than three seconds before a commotion broke out nearby.

"Young Master, your shooting talent is quite good, but the third stage is not so simple."

"A good marksman is made by feeding bullets, but a terrifying marksman is made by feeding firearms." Jeans placed a stack of ammunition boxes in front of him, and also pulled over all sorts of handguns. "Try each weapon!"

"I've set a small goal for you, young master: you must empty a magazine of each type of gun, and on a 10-meter target, your accuracy must not be lower than 50 points per minute."

Aaron glanced at the pile of guns that looked like a small mountain and forced a smile.

That's at least one type of gun, which means he fires about a thousand bullets per class.

"Are you trying to work me to death?"

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare." Jeans skillfully pulled out a bottle of bluish-purple Potions. "This was specially prepared for you by Lord Lant. Just apply a little and you'll eliminate fatigue."

Aaron:...

"So thoughtful."

"This is what I should do."

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

Bang! Bang! Bang...

For more than two hours, the gunfire never stopped.

Aaron would suffer through a grueling cycle of firing a magazine, only to be promptly handed a brand new pistol by Jeans. Coupled with the target that would always return to its original state no matter how many times he fired it, he felt as if he were trapped in an endless loop.

Lant Potions did indeed have a significant effect; he didn't feel any fatigue in his arms and fingers, but the mental exhaustion couldn't be easily replenished by the Potions.

Moreover, after using the magical weapon intermittently for more than two hours, the continuous depletion of Magical Energy was taking a toll on even this mid-level Magus.

After throwing away his last pistol, Aaron cleared away the pile of spent bullet casings at his feet and collapsed helplessly onto the lawn.

"It's finally over."

"Accuracy is around 80%." Jeans noted in his notebook. "Congratulations, young master, you barely passed the handgun part."

Hearing this, Aaron angrily turned his face away, "Stop talking nonsense. Try firing a gun for more than two hours straight. You'll be exhausted or annoyed to death if you don't."

Besides, this was my first time using a gun, so I'm quite proud of my performance.

"Young Master, that's a bit too self-deprecating," Jeans said with some dissatisfaction. "Remember how you behaved at the Ollivanders Wand Shop two days ago? All the Wand seemed to submit to you."

"A mere Muggle Wand..."

"Get lost!" Aaron grabbed a handful of spent bullet casings and threw them over his shoulder. "Muggle Wand? You think just because you've enchanted one, it's Wand?"

I'm thirteen years old already, don't try to fool me!