"Yooooo!! Bro that Bazooka is sick man!"
The moment Quash regained his senses after Teleportation, he heard Timothy clap slowly and praise the Bazooka in admiration.
"Hehe~. I know right? The speed, the accuracy and destructive force is off the charts!"
"Mmm~. I see why that Dwarf was so proud of this. This might have been his greatest creation."
"How did you know he was the one who created it?"
Quash asked as he adjusted his shirt. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants and sneakers now. He has brought all his clothes so he didn't have any shortage. He can change whenever he wanted.
"Well, if you look at the writing on the body, it says the name of this weapon. Which, what the Dwarf tried to say."
"You know Dwarven language?"
"Yeah. I live in a Dwarven country after all. We learn the Common language and our mother tounge from childhood."
"Oh yeah? What does the name say? And why are you living in a Dwarven country dro? Isn't the climate notorious for humans?"
