Chapter 129
Gold Toad came at me, face flushing red and white by turns, snorting with rage.
"Hey! What the hell was that gun you just had? Hand it over, now! You son of a bitch, keeping an artifact all to yourself?!"
The bellow snapped me back to my senses.
The Mana Pistol in my coat could not, under any circumstances, be seen.
If time really had rolled back, there was no way he could know I'd fired the Mana Pistol in the first place.
I forced my dazed mind back to alert and snapped at him, rough.
"Mana Pistol? What Mana Pistol are you talking about? Were you dreaming? Where would I have something like that?!"
At that, Gold Toad reared up, veins bulging in his neck, incredulous.
"What? You— you piece of shit, you kidding me?! You had a Mana Pistol out, plain as day, you shot the thing, you saved those brats' parents…! Saved… huh?"