Henry approached Pastor Philip and said, "Pastor Philip, could I trouble you to handle Barrett's funeral arrangements? He was a war hero and deserves a dignified burial. I will cover the expenses."
"Of course, I'd be glad to," Pastor Philip nodded in agreement.
Just then, Mayor William also walked over. Henry immediately reported to him, "Mayor, these are all assassins and gang members. I took advantage of this duel to draw them out and wipe them all out in one go."
Mayor William looked at Henry kindly and said gently, "Henry, you did very well, but doing it this way is still a bit too dangerous. Your own safety is more important."
Henry nodded and said, "Understood, but I was confident."
After a pause, Henry said firmly, "I am the town's Sheriff, and I must eliminate these bandits to ensure the safety of the townspeople. Many assassins have come to town recently, and I will clear them out one by one. Mayor, you should also be careful."
William nodded and said, "I will. After you find out the origin of these gangs, let me know."
Henry readily agreed, "Okay."
After speaking, Henry nodded to Philip and William in greeting, then turned and walked back to the Sheriff's office; there was still a lot of clean-up work to do.
The townspeople he met on the way all enthusiastically greeted Henry, and he responded with a smile to each of them.
For the townspeople, after the initial panic, only a few unlucky individuals were lightly injured by stray bullets.
There were no serious injuries, which instead sparked their fervent admiration for Henry's marksmanship.
This was mainly because Henry's marksmanship was precise, causing no accidental injuries to bystanders, and those bandits likely only had half a chance to fire a shot, all of them aiming at Henry.
Even so, Henry used up four gray bead shells, which shows how superb the marksmanship of these hardened bandits was.
In that situation, life and death were decided in an instant.
Their ability to disregard the interference of the townspeople and engage Henry in a gunfight while maintaining a basic level of skill, without fear of death, was indeed remarkable.
The progress bar has reached 60%.
Below are 11 gray beads, 11 white beads, and 4 green beads.
This group of bandits has many elites—they are undoubtedly hardened bandits, with an additional 3 green beads, 10 white beads, and 8 gray beads.
However, only two green beads have skill or talent auras flowing around them.
It is foreseeable that as Henry becomes more well-rounded, the number of new skills and talents will definitely decrease.
Upon returning to the Sheriff's office, Henry ignored the deputies busy cataloging the bandits' belongings. He entered his office, closed and locked the door, then sat down in his office chair and silently thought: Use the two green beads with skills.
Instantly, Henry was enveloped by a warm sensation that appeared out of nowhere. He found that he was naturally much faster in reaction speed than others, and this speed was not just physical, but also included neural perception. For example, when flies or dragonflies flew and flapped their wings, he could perceive their movements relatively clearly if he concentrated.
It seemed as if these insects were moving in slow motion, or like a video playback slowed down by more than five times the frame rate.
However, currently, he could only concentrate like this for one second, and it would take at least an hour before he could enter this state again. Furthermore, each subsequent entry into this state would have its duration almost halved.
If Henry forced himself to exceed these times, he would experience dizziness in mild cases, and vomiting or unconsciousness in severe cases.
Next came a wealth of knowledge and experience in whiskey and brandy brewing and blending techniques.
When Henry regained consciousness, he found that only two minutes had passed as expected, and his skill panel now displayed 'Brewing LV3'.
It seems that the talent for increasing neural reaction speed by more than five times must have been Barrett's talent.
It makes sense, too. If he didn't have something special, how could he have gained such a great reputation? How could he have survived over 200 official duels?
Henry silently thanked Barrett in his heart: Thank you! Don't worry, I will make good use of your money and talent to achieve things you can't imagine. You can rest in peace.
Additionally, Henry suddenly realized that this talent, combined with the release bead's ability to repair abnormal states, was a match made in heaven!
If this was truly the case, it meant Henry could extend the duration of this talent by tens or even hundreds of times.
Henry barely managed to suppress the urge to immediately test this idea, deciding to save it for future practical combat.
Every bit saved is a bit gained; don't waste it.
Furthermore, Henry's current reaction speed already far exceeded that of ordinary people. With this talent, the only thing limiting his firing speed was the internal mechanical reset speed of the firearms.
However, attacks like his skill Flying Dagger, daggers, boxing, and Swift Sword would not have any such limitations.
Henry again had to put in a great effort to control the urge to immediately find a place to test this idea.
Meanwhile, William also returned to his manor.
As soon as he entered, Jennice ran over and asked, "Grandpa, did Henry win? Is he okay?"
William looked at her concerned and anxious eyes and said gently, "Yes, he won beautifully, and he's perfectly fine. He even shot an additional twenty bandits who tried to ambush him."
Jennice's expression instantly relaxed and became excited. She pressed, "That's great! Grandpa, tell me all about it."
At this moment, even seven-year-old Frank ran over, looking eagerly at William.
William chuckled, walked to the sofa in the center of the living room, and sat down, narrating the story as if reading a storybook to his two grandchildren.
Unbeknownst to her, Mikala also sat down beside William, quietly listening.
After a few minutes, William finished recounting the duel and the incident of annihilating the bandits.
Frank and Jennice's eyes sparkled as they listened.
"Henry is really super cool, I like him so much," Jennice praised without reservation.
Frank nodded repeatedly like a pecking chick, indicating his agreement.
His biggest regret was not going to the cemetery with his grandpa last time, missing the chance to witness Henry's might firsthand. He could only watch enviously as his sister Jennice boasted to her friends.
William and Mikala had no notion that such violent matters were unsuitable for children.
After Frank and Jennice were taken upstairs by the servants for their afternoon nap, Mikala said, "Henry's marksmanship is surprisingly excellent! I remember Barrett was the King of Gun Duels!"
William said, "I didn't expect it either. I was worried about him before. Only by being there could I truly feel Henry's power. It's incredible!"
Mikala said with a smile, "It's good that Henry is powerful; he is the only remaining descendant of his lineage."
William nodded and said, "Henry is truly an excellent child. Not only is he powerful in combat, but he also has a grateful heart and is very thoughtful."
Mikala looked at William in confusion.
"To help Linda, he entrusted Benjamin to purchase the house Linda wanted to sell, at the price Linda requested, and he tried to give her as much as possible, almost double the actual market price, and Linda doesn't know any of this."
Mikala greatly appreciated such gentlemanly behavior and said with a smile, "When you have time these days, ask him to come over for dinner again. I'd like to meet him."
"Okay, but he just took over the Sheriff position and just recruited 24 new deputies, so he should be busy for a while."
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