When you were tired, there was a dedicated rest area, with all sorts of food and drinks, truly providing excellent service.
Just then, two female students approached Durin one after another. One of them was, of course, the beautiful girl with long, straight blue-black hair whom Durin had greeted many times.
"You're here, Durin." The blue-black haired girl greeted him proactively.
"This is the first time I've known that there's a shooting range on campus," Durin said with a smile, his tone teasing, "Is this school run by your family? It's so impressive."
"Of course not, but our Gun Shooting Club's leader belongs to one of the major families in the Council. Her mother is one of the school board members and also an investor in the Piltover Guard!"
A female student next to her somewhat boastfully revealed this fact.
"…"
Durin instantly fell silent. He had thought the other party's identity would be noble, but he hadn't expected it to be so formidable.
This information was already very clear: the members of Piltover University's school board were the six principal councilors of the Council, representing the six major families of Piltover, controlling all aspects of the city's interests.
And the investor in the Piltover Guard was naturally the Kiramman Family.
In other words, the blue-black haired girl standing in front of him was the only daughter of the Kiramman Family, Caitlyn Kiramman?!
No wonder the other party could establish a gun shooting club at the university and even occupy such a large underground area as a shooting range.
One must know that Piltover, the City of Progress, had extremely strict controls over firearms.
Alas!
This wicked capitalism is truly infuriating!
If viewed purely from a personal perspective, Caitlyn, still a student, was of no use to the current Durin.
But if viewed from her family background, apologies, Durin had to firmly cling to this golden, thick leg of an elephant.
If traced back, the history of the Kiramman Family was even older than the city of Piltover itself. The family's business scope was too vast, investing in all new projects within Piltover that harbored dreams of developing technology. The wealth they controlled was immeasurable, and they consistently maintained firm control over the power of the Piltover Guard.
If Durin could establish a connection with the Kiramman Family, Silco and the like would no longer be a problem. By then, coupled with his identity as a mage, the Chem-Barons of Zaun would meekly bow their heads and speak to him with smiles on their faces.
Of course, for now, he still had to handle things one by one. For example: first pass the club test.
And the blue-black haired girl seemed not to mind at all that her identity was revealed to others, because as long as the other party passed the test and joined the club, they would naturally discover her extraordinary identity.
"This is the Thunderclap 25 pistol, the latest model, suitable for beginners to practice with." Another female student picked up a black pistol from a nearby rack and handed it to Durin.
"Magazine, bullets…"
"You must be careful not to point the muzzle at people…"
"Grip posture, stance…"
A moment later.
The female student had already explained the basic knowledge of firearms to Durin: how to quickly load a magazine, how to position oneself to reduce recoil, and various safety precautions, such as not pointing the muzzle at people, not keeping a finger on the trigger, and so on.
She explained a whole set of shooting postures in detail: drawing the gun, shooting, observing, holstering, slightly bending the knees, and precautions for the left and right arms, etc.
"You can shoot now." The blue-black haired girl, standing by and watching, said calmly, pointing at the target three meters away, "As long as you don't miss the target, you can join the club."
Durin picked up the Thunderclap 25 pistol, his eyes instantly sharp. His hawk-like gaze fixed on the target three meters away. He held his breath and pulled the trigger.
With a "bang," Durin fired his first shot in life.
Fortunately, his physical fitness was now extraordinary. At the moment the firearm recoiled, he managed to control the stability of his wrist.
A shot right into the bullseye.
"Crossbow +2, current proficiency: 5/25."
"Ten rings," a mechanical voice came from the target reporter.
"Hmm?"
The blue-black haired girl was a little surprised. She deliberately walked to the target, and after confirming it wasn't a machine malfunction, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably curled up slightly. Finally, a talented member had arrived.
"Not bad, right in the bullseye! Durin, you are very talented!" The blue-black haired girl said with a smile, "I didn't expect a Mage Apprentice to have such shooting talent."
A pair of cool, azure eyes looked at Durin like flowing seawater. From her relaxed voice, one could tell her mood was quite good.
"Welcome to our club, my name is Caitlyn." The blue-black haired girl, who called herself Caitlyn, raised her fair wrist to brush a strand of hair from her ear and continued, "At the end of this month, we plan to organize an out-of-city hunt. You are welcome to participate then."
"Okay, I will consider it carefully." Durin responded with a smile, "I have class later, so I'll be going now."
"Okay, me too. See you next time!"
The two waved goodbye, and Durin turned and left. Although he wanted to stay and chat with Caitlyn a bit longer to strengthen their friendship, he had a practical spell class coming up soon.
This class was the first one opened this week, and Durin didn't want to be late for the first time and leave a bad impression on the instructor.
Anyway, as long as both of them were still studying at Piltover University, there would be plenty of time to meet. There was always tomorrow!
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