Colt Python

"Whoa! A Colt Python!"

"This is a classic talisman gun. But I remember that Colt stopped mass-producing them a century ago because the manufacturing process was too complicated... Was this custom-made?"

Dr. Duzem stood to one side, staring with his two pitch-black eye sockets at the wooden box in Zheng Qing's arms as he asked with great interest.

"Not exactly custom-made. Colt has always sold this kind of talisman gun," the witch denied Dr. Duzem's guess, then added, "They just rarely sell them publicly anymore."

"How is that any different from custom-made..." Dr. Duzem shrugged. As he spoke, his hands did not stop working. He held a slender glass rod and patiently stirred the eye wash containing his eyeballs. The glass rod struck the sides of the glass cup with crisp, pleasant chimes. The bloodshot eyeballs bobbed up and down amid the sounds, enjoying a magical spa.

"A talisman gun?" Zheng Qing kept his eyes fixed on the box in his arms—although it was not the first time he had seen Dr. Duzem washing his eyeballs, the young wizard still found it hard to accept, so he simply pretended not to see. But he was very interested in a term the Doctor had just mentioned. "Is this a gun used by wizards?"

"More accurately, it's a gun used by Talisman Masters." Jiang Yu smiled as she corrected him. "I remember that during the Freshman Competition, you used a slingshot to launch talisman bullets, right...?"

"Yeah!" Hearing the witch's words, the young scholarship student immediately felt understood. He eagerly explained, "When I encountered wild fiends during a night patrol at Linzhong Lake, I felt that simply throwing talismans gave me too short an attack range... Then I came up with a method and set a delayed-trigger spell into the talismans. That