When A Mage Revolts

Chapter 34: Coach, I also want to write about pretending to slap you in the face

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Around the middle-aged man, a group of young recruits also turned their heads and looked at Benjamin, and their eyes could not be said to be very friendly.

Benjamin immediately realized something was wrong.

The plots in those novels are probably really going to happen.

After taking a deep breath, Benjamin had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over.

"What's your name?" the middle-aged man asked.

Benjamin thought for a while, deliberately omitted his last name, and replied:

"My name is Benjamin."

The middle-aged man didn't know what was going on. He curled his lips and said, "You are the brat of the Rise family, the more useless one, right?"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Benjamin could feel that when the word "Lise" came out of his mouth, the eyes of the people around him changed again, into the kind of eyes full of envy and disdain.

He could only sigh inwardly.

The military's status in the Hori Kingdom is quite special. They are not afraid of the nobles or even the royal family. Although they claim to be loyal to the country, in fact, the church is their only object of allegiance.

They are absolutely not afraid of offending the nobles - the nobles have little to do with their lives, it is difficult to put small shoes on them, and they have a bigger backer.

Not only that, based on their values, nobles can be regarded as the people they despise the most, even worse than commoners. In their view, the common people still work every day to support themselves, while the nobles are just a bunch of moths who do nothing and are of no use.

Therefore, a nobleman who accidentally falls into the army will never get anything good.

While Benjamin was thinking this in his mind, he also began to observe the surrounding environment. This was no ordinary camp, he noticed from the first moment he entered. Ordinary training camps would not be so narrow and long, nor would the soldiers wear strangely thick military uniforms, nor would there be a row of targets placed at one end of the camp...

He quickly came to the conclusion:

This is a gunfire camp.

Claude sent himself here for a shooting

Benjamin was confused. Claude would never do this. The thing in the castle was the trouble caused by the gun. Claude's intention was to make Benjamin suffer and temper himself, so as not to cause him any more trouble. But if Benjamin is asked to learn how to shoot, is it because Benjamin is not strong enough in getting things done

It doesn’t make sense!

"Okay, since it's an order from above, I can't help it. From now on, you can train with us." The middle-aged man said nonchalantly, regardless of what Benjamin was thinking, and at the end he added a few words, "You Have you ever touched a gun? By the way, you know what a gun is, right?"

There was another burst of laughter from the crowd.

Benjamin didn't care. To be honest, this level of ridicule is too weak compared to the system, and he would have been immune to it long ago.

It was the "order from above" that made Benjamin suddenly think that it might not be Claude's intention to let him come to Gunfire Camp.

It means Claude's "friend in the army".

Benjamin has been frail and sickly since he was a child. This has been spread among the aristocratic circles, and people in the military camp should also have heard about it. General Gray might have misunderstood Claude, thinking that Claude wanted his son to learn something, so he racked his brains and arranged Benjamin to the Gunfire Camp. There won't be too heavy physical training to tire people out. People with weak physical strength can do things like shooting, and Benjamin can also learn something.

He should really thank General Gray for his "misunderstanding".

Benjamin felt that being able to learn to shoot was just what he wanted - this was considered a form of combat power, and it was a combat power that could be used openly and openly. He will still be operating in the royal capital in the future, so he must be cautious when using magic. Learning a combat skill that can be put on the bright side is not a waste of time.

Besides, he himself really wanted to learn to shoot.

Is there really anyone who doesn’t want to learn to shoot

Therefore, Benjamin decided to stay here for a while. Anyway, Claude said he would train every morning, so he could use the rest of his time to learn magic.

In this way, after thinking everything through clearly, Benjamin calmly replied in the face of the laughter of the crowd:

"Of course I've touched the gun."

He did touch the gun during the scuffle with Dick. This can't be considered bragging.

What's more, not only was he touched, he was also pointed at a gun! Although everyone here has fired a gun, except for this middle-aged man who should be an instructor, others may not have had their guns pointed at them. Judging from their appearance, it was obvious that they were all new recruits who had never been on the battlefield.

A gunfire camp for training new recruits. In order to arrange training for Benjamin, General Gray really put a lot of thought into it. When I see him another day, Benjamin will definitely give him melatonin.

After hearing Benjamin's answer, the laughter in the crowd slowly stopped. The recruits seemed to have found a new toy, showing surprised expressions and looking at Benjamin with interest.

The middle-aged instructor didn't say anything after hearing this. He laughed a few times and suddenly took out a pistol from his waist and threw it at Benjamin.

"Since you've touched it, shoot it and show it to me." He still said lazily.

The instructor's action of throwing the gun was very sudden, and Benjamin did not react immediately. The action of catching the gun may not be so cool, which caused another burst of laughter from the crowd.

Taking the gun into his hands, a cold feeling spread from his palm to his whole body.

Benjamin listened to the laughter, shrugged, and said: "This gun is a bit heavy, and it is different from the guns I have touched."

The crowd laughed louder.

"This kid is quite funny. He is different from those nobles."

"Is he really a noble?"

"Didn't you hear what others said? This person is a bit stupid. He has been like this since he was born."

“…”

Some whispers reached Benjamin's ears.

Benjamin didn't listen.

He just tightened the gun in his hand, raised his hand, and pointed the muzzle at the target thirty meters away.

He originally wanted to turn off the safety or something, but found that the gun did not have the safety on. His understanding of middle-aged men was refreshed again. The person who dares to put a pistol on his waist without using the safety is really risking his life.

The danger of this is much scarier than putting an unlocked phone in your pocket. If something happens to your phone, the most you can do is take it out and see that you sent your mother a text message with the content: "When shit happened, I saw you sending a quick and stupid message." If the pistol accidentally goes off, there will be heavy bleeding in the Kikube area!

"Shoot, stop grinding!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"Sorry, I got distracted." Benjamin raised his eyebrows and replied.

He hesitated to shoot, not because he was worried about the safety catch, nor because he was afraid that he would miss. But when he raised his gun, suddenly, something strange appeared in front of him.

An interface like a shooting game suddenly appeared in front of him: distance, sight, wind speed, pistol information, remaining bullets, enemy health bar... It felt like he was wearing a VR and playing a shooting game - In front of him was a standard shooting game interface.

Is it a system

"It's none of my business." Before Benjamin could ask, the system jumped out and explained, "I don't know how this thing came out. If you want to blame it, you have to blame yourself for downloading things randomly before and being forced to install it. There are a bunch of web games that cannot be deleted. This is their fault and has nothing to do with me."

"...I didn't intend to blame you." Benjamin thought for a while and said in his heart, "I thought you were finally useful for once, but it turns out this has nothing to do with you."

The system was silent for a while, and then suddenly changed its words: "Whoever said it has nothing to do with me, it's all my fault. If my hard drive hadn't been big enough, you wouldn't have been able to hold so many things."

Benjamin chuckled to himself.

I knew the system would say that.

Just like that, the shooting interface and the system were in trouble, and Benjamin's hand holding the gun did not shoot. So, there was the urging just now, and Benjamin's casual answer.

"Shoot, stop nagging!"

"Sorry, I got distracted."

As soon as Benjamin finished speaking, laughter came from the crowd again, and some people couldn't help but start applauding, as if they were seeing a baggage being shaken out by a comedian in the theater.

"This man is so funny. Now all the nobles in the royal capital have become like this..."

boom!

There was a gunshot.

The laughter stopped suddenly, like a quacking duck suddenly being strangled by the neck.

I saw a very conspicuous small hole in the center of the red circle on the target thirty years away. Although it looks a little blurry due to the distance, in everyone's eyes, the hole is as clear as a torch in the dark night.

Silence fell.

Benjamin put down the hand holding the gun, wiped the gun in his hand, turned around, and glanced at the stunned expressions on everyone's faces. Suddenly, he followed the example of the old lady, pretending to be innocent, and said in a very plain tone:

"Then what...did I hit the wrong target?"

No one can laugh anymore.

Everyone looked at him again, as if they were looking at a monster, and the ridicule in their eyes had long since disappeared.

At this moment, Benjamin suddenly understood why this kind of plot always appeared in those online novels: the protagonists pretended to be weak, were looked down upon by others, and then suddenly showed their power at the critical moment.

It feels really cool to show off.