Jiang Yu's Plan

Boys who grew up in modern society often had "heroic fantasies" of carrying pistols and rifles, wandering the world, and occasionally fighting for justice.

There were the Railway Guerrillas riding jujube-red horses and climbing speeding trains with their bare hands; the enemy-behind-lines armed work teams, wielding box pistols as they silently slipped into guard towers and blew up bunkers; and the Wild West cowboys in tattered felt hats, Winchester rifles slung over their shoulders and Colt revolvers at their waists, driving hundreds or thousands of fat cattle across the wilderness as they fought three hundred rounds against feathered Indians. And so on. Deep down, boys had always imagined one heroic feat or another, dreamed that one day they too could become heroes.

Zheng Qing was no exception.

He had originally thought that after entering the Wizarding World, that dream had gradually faded amid the fantastical reality. Yet happiness had come so suddenly—two months after entering university, he had acquired a gun of his own.

Though it was not a gunpowder weapon, merely a Magic Gun. Still, that did not stop Zheng Qing from feeling that his dream had come true when he tucked the gun at his waist.

"What a world of magic," the young scholarship student murmured softly, stroking the revolver at his waist.

"What did you say?" Dr. Duzem seemed not to have heard him clearly.

"I mean, do I need to submit any application materials to use this talisman gun?" Zheng Qing immediately revised his question. "Are there any eligibility restrictions... like a gun permit?"

"Do you need a 'book permit' to use a spellbook?" Dr. Duzem replied gruffly. "In theory, a spellbook is more dangerous than your talisman gun... What maintains social stability is not restrictive laws, but every wizard's reverence for the law."

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