章節 55: Chapter 30 A Mess_2

Andre snorted coldly; he too had realized that, despite his polite speech, the skinny man in front of him was impenetrable. He walked straight back to Winters, lay down on the ground, shut his eyes immediately, and casually grabbed a handful of wheat straw to use as a pillow.

Winters was now sitting cross-legged on the ground, shirtless, while Bard inspected the area on his back where he had been hit by the butt of the black-robed man's gun.

It's necessary to mention a counterintuitive piece of knowledge: even in a future when humans begin to use lightweight polymers to make firearms, guns still weigh more than cold weapons. An unloaded assault rifle weighs at least five pounds, while Winters's Longsword weighs only three; let alone in this era where wooden stocks were still in use.