"This, this is ......"

Beneath the rich textiles are two pieces of the gun, one in a wooden box, and the main body of the gun, white ivory and ebony, which glows in the light of the fire.

"This is your weapon, I made it especially for you, Tony Redgrave, the only pistol in this world, yours alone."

The two pistols were almost identical, and Dante lifted the bodies of both pistols up with an unexpected heaviness coming from his hands, far exceeding the weight of any material of the same volume known to Dante. If you look closely, you can see that the two pistols are not just reflecting light, but are themselves a faint source of light.

Goldstein watched Dante's careful fiddling with the firearm, his eyes revealing a loving glow that belonged to his mother.

"Now, do you understand, these two children are yours now, and I spent all my efforts so far to build a gun for you."

"Wife......" Dante turned his head away, focusing entirely on the box containing the parts, and his hands continued to mount the parts scattered in the box on top of the two unfinished pistols. Dante didn't dare to look at Goldstein, and he was worried that tears would immediately and uncontrollably slip from his eyes ♂.

"It's the best I've ever done, Tony. I engraved my most beloved name on the body of the gun. ”

Yes, the words carved into the handle of the gun caught Dante's eye.

45 times diameter factory made (byart Greif.

"It's still the same, Goldstein, and I've misspelled the word again."

Didn't care about Dante's teasing. Goldstein wiped the parts of the two guns one by one and placed them in Dante's hand.

"Tony, now these two guns. Only the final works remain. With your hands, do it yourself. That way, they'll truly belong to you, Tony. ”

Just like a mercenary struggling on the line of life and death, he can be said to be very familiar with the firearms he relies on for his life. A qualified mercenary will disassemble and clean his guns every day to ensure that he can master every detail of the gun. One by one, the parts that had exhausted the efforts of the Maker were deftly installed in the right place, and the black and white guns gradually became their proper posture in Dante's hands.

The handle has been finely adjusted to the shape of Dante's hand, so that the hand holding the handle of the gun will never feel any incongruity. Although the two guns are almost identical on the outside except for the color, the structure on the inside is very different. The ebony-colored pistol was specially designed for Dante's left hand. It is equipped with a device that allows the firearm to be stable when firing, so that Dante will not be affected by the reaction force when shooting. The sighting equipment has been meticulously processed, allowing Dante to use a pistol with a precision that is not inferior to that of a sniper rifle. The white ivory pistol is a firearm designed for Dante's right hand, with an additional heat dissipation device to ensure that the gun will not explode due to overheating of the barrel while tilting the bullet at high speed.

Two pistols were finally assembled and their weight. What makes Dante feel a little heavy are two twin guns with a sense of heaviness. Tucking the yellow copper bullet into a specially adjusted, high-capacity magazine, Dante tentatively pulls the trigger. An unexpected feel came from the hilt of the gun, and the sound and leap of the two guns roared. As if playing an elegant piano, the black and white pistol is the key on the piano. At this time, Dante, who was all in the mood for the double guns that had just arrived, did not notice. Goldstein, who was sitting next to him, was as pale as paper, after a flurry of involuntary tremors. The elderly gunsmith finally couldn't support himself anymore and slipped off his chair and fell on the carpet.

"Wife. How do you ......"

Just as he was about to ask about Goldstein, Dante was speechless by the sight of his eyes passing to his brain. A deep scar stretched across Goldstein's back, staining the left half of Goldstein's clothes as red as Dante's trench coat. With such a large amount of bleeding, Goldstein actually had no chance of surviving for a long time. The scars on his back seemed to be scratches from some kind of creature with huge claws, and there were no such creatures in the human world. So, the only possibility, only the devil.

Seriously injured by the demon, he was able to persevere until the final steps of the two pistols were completed, and instructed Dante to complete them was not only a physical factor, but also a mental support that allowed Goldstein to maintain his sanity, explain the cause and effect, and use the power of the spirit to override the unfavorable factors of the body, which has almost reached the point of being called a miracle among humans. However, the reason to persevere was gone, and the last pillar had been lost, and Goldstein could not survive like a demon despite the excessive blood loss.

"Wife, wife, wake me up. My coat has been burned to save you, and you haven't made me a new coat yet. Moreover, I still have a lot of work for you to complete in the future, so please open your eyes quickly!! ”

Previously, because of Goldstein's commanding tone and the joy of getting two guns, Dante did not notice how tragic Goldstein's physical condition was. Even if you are more careful, it would be nice to observe Goldstein's complexion a little. In this way, at least there is a possibility, and there is still a glimmer of possibility to pull Goldstein back from the line of death. But now, Dante has clearly understood that the being named Goldstein has taken steps towards heaven at the call of death. As if because of Dante's call, Goldstein actually opened his eyes with dilated pupils, his lips squirmed slightly, and he spit out an inaudible sound. Unable to hear Goldstein's voice, Dante's heart was extremely anxious.

"Wife, what are you talking about!!"

Dante's voice was truly heard by Goldstein this time, and the sound that Dante couldn't hear could be captured by the Majin's sense of hearing at this time. At this time, Dante realized that Goldstein seemed to grasp something in his bloodstained hands as he fell from his chair.

"This ...... Mom...... Gotta give this back to you......"

With the last of his strength, Goldstein placed a frame with an old yellowed photograph embedded in Dante's hand. Taking the frame from Goldstein, Dante's eyes froze the moment he saw the photo. In the center of the photograph is a gracious boy holding a pistol in his left hand and stroking a hound's hounds in his right hand.

"That's ...... Another Tony, please Tony you...... Take good care of him......"

Goldstein's arm slid limply, and this time, no matter how much Dante called Goldstein's name, he couldn't bring the gunsmith back to the world who had entered the gates of heaven. At this time, Goldstein still maintained a smiling expression, probably seeing it, waiting for his family in heaven...... (To be continued......)