The thirty or so people were mostly level two or three, and the magic they produced was [Compressed Air~]
What kind of magic is this? ! !
A gas bomb?
"What is that?" Sean suddenly asked, pointing at a wooden stake like a signboard erected at the edge of the field. On top of the stake was a piece of metal that looked like a block of iron.
"That's what we use to practice magic accuracy. We usually practice hitting the target while running."
No wonder Sean saw grooves on these iron blocks.
"Anyone can practice?" asked again.
"Of course... Sean, do you want to..." Ellie looked at him in surprise.
Because in his opinion, nobles rarely learn magic, but the other party actually said that he wanted to practice.
However, at this moment, Sean untied the belt around his waist and took out two exquisite muskets from it.
This was the pistol that Claude had specially crafted for him before he left Koga City...
He raised both guns and took aim.
This action attracted the attention of dozens of girls who were still practicing.
Meanwhile, in the attic not far away...
"Chief, please take another look at this." Sohana handed over the newly received document but the other party raised his hand to stop her.
"Wait a minute, Sohana."
Frelia looked towards the location in the training ground.
"Isn't that Sean? What is he doing?" Sohana had never seen Sean use magic, she just saw him take out a musket.
"Practice, that's his own magical fighting style."
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