Before long, Zheng Qing confirmed his suspicion.
The gun really could talk.
The only problem was...
He had thought too highly of the relationship between himself and Jidu, so he had misunderstood the gun's earlier movement of "slightly bending its barrel"—as it turned out, it had not been expressing reserved approval because he had praised it.
It had simply been "bending over to inhale."
The roasted-purple barrel took a deep breath, and its flower-bud-shaped cylinder swelled along with it. Then it swung its muzzle toward Zheng Qing. The muzzle abruptly enlarged, revealing that tooth-filled maw once more, and it roared at the Young Legendary:
"—Zheng Qing! You call yourself the president of First University, yet you tricked me into eating some 'Bloodline Seed' and signing some 'Peace Contract'! You're worse than an animal!... You despicable, shameless scoundrel! How do you have the nerve to stand at a lectern and teach those young wizards? Has the Alliance and the school fallen so low?"
Pale-green, viscous saliva sprayed everywhere with its roar.
The Yellow Flower Cat immediately leaped off Zheng Qing's shoulder and fled to somewhere higher.
Fortunately, Zheng Qing was swift-eyed and quick-handed. He raised a Magic Power Barrier before himself, avoiding the risk of being spat all over by the gun. But while he could evade that seemingly corrosive saliva, he could not evade the gun's ear-splitting roar.
The Young Legendary had no choice but to hold the gun by its grip with two fingers.
He moved it a little farther away from himself.
At the same time, he tilted his head and covered the ear closer to the muzzle, making sure he would not be deafened.
"—It actually has its own consciousness?"
Zheng Qing looked at Professor Yao, who had appeared beside him at some point, with a trace