"Bang!"
Thirty steps away, the wooden target shook violently, and the shot stones instantly punched over a dozen different-sized holes into the target.
At the side, as the assistant gunner pushed the firing rod back into position, Victor immediately took out a stick-like invigorating snuff from his waist.
After swirling it slightly under his nose, his expression immediately became clearer.
He twisted the spring again, and the gears creaked in succession.
"Bang!"
The target, riddled like a sieve, broke from the middle and fell directly onto the ground.
"How's it looking?" Horn asked impatiently, crossing his hands behind his back as he stood by.
Lifting the heavy spring-loaded gun, Victor picked up the invigorating snuff that was just given to him and said with a smile, "Your Grace, this thing works better than potions."
