Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1120

Isaac watched as everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads in shock. To him, it was no big deal.

After all, he had seen plenty of these things in Meadow Ridge, and they had been broken more times than he cared to count. So, when Adrian said this would be useful to Rafael and Carissa, Isaac didn’t give it much thought. He just figured if it could keep them safe, it was worth bringing over.

Rafael wanted to give it a try himself, and Isaac was more than happy to teach him.

This time, instead of aiming at the target, Rafael aimed at a rock that was at least 200 feet beyond the 300–foot mark. The sight wasn’t necessary–Rafael had perfect vision, and his archery skills were good. He decided not to use the sight and just fired the matchlock directly.

Under everyone’s watch, he missed, and the shot landed on the grass about 10 feet from the large rock.

But that didn’t dampen Rafael’s excitement–because this was 500 feet!

500 feet!

That meant if an enemy commander was over 500 feet away, Rafael could take him out in one shot to the head.

After the excitement wore off, he realized there was a problem–once the gunpowder pellets ran out, what was he supposed to do?

Isaac, ever perceptive, pulled out a small book. “Everything you need is in here. Just follow the instructions, and you can make more yourself.”

Rafael took the book eagerly and flipped through it. It wasn’t much help at first, the symbols and instructions nearly impossible to decipher. But he didn’t mind. The Ministry of Defense had plenty of weapon smiths who could help. He planned to take the six–barrel matchlock to Davis and let that old guy see what it could do.

Without so much as a word, Rafael mounted his horse and galloped off, leaving the others behind.

Jacob knew where Rafael was headed, so he didn’t chase after the latter or ask questions. Instead, he went with Isaac to the grass, where they found the scorched reeds. It was incredible, and he couldn’t help but marvel at it

At the Ministry of Defense, Rafael arrived like a whirlwind. He appeared in front of Davis so quickly that the older man nearly stumbled, unsure of what was happening.

Davis hadn’t even realized it was the Hell Monarch grabbing him. For a split second, he thought he was being kidnapped. Before he could get his bearings, Rafael dragged him into the back courtyard, practically radiating excitement.

“Look at this, Mr. Lloyd! Take a look at this!”

Davis was yanked around so violently that he was still disoriented. Just as he was trying to steady himself, a metalrod was pressed against his chest, nearly cracking his ribs.

He quickly took a few deep breaths and said, “Calm down, Your Highness! What’s going on?

When he finally got a good look at the matchlock in his hands, he was puzzled for a moment, but then his eyes lit up. In no time, he disassembled it with quick, efficient Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

movements.

After all, that was how he became the Minister of Defense he was well–versed regarding armory.

In matters

As he fumbled with the matchlock, confusion overtook him. He held it in his hands, inspecting every part with growing bewilderment.

“What is this? What’s this here? Why are there three gunpowder pellets inside? Does it use gunpowder? No steel pellets? This is a matchlock, right? But it doesn’t look like one. How far can it shoot? Who made this? Is this a three–barrel matchlock? Oh my god, a three- barrel matchlock has been made?”

Davis was overcome by disbelief. He jumped to his feet, one hand over his mouth, eyes wide and gleaming with unshed tears. He looked at Rafael as though seeing a ghost.

“The three–barrel matchlock is real? Who made it? Tell me quickly–bring them to the ministry! Money is no object–bring them here!”

Now, it was Rafael’s turn to stay calm and correct him. “First of all, this isn’t a three–barrel matchlock. It’s a six–barrel matchlock. And secondly, you can’t hire this person. He won’t come to the capital unless there’s something serious.”

“Six–barrel…?” Davis froze, his excitement turning to pure disbelief.

He crouched down, covering his face with his hands. He let out a low, mournful cry.

“Is this a dream? If it is, I’ll wake up and kill myself.”

Rafael’s own eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He nodded slowly, his voice low but sure as he confirmed, “It’s not a dream. It’s real. I’ve tested it myself. It can shoot as far as 500 feet. Yes, 500!”

Davis gasped, his reaction somewhere between a snort and a squeal, then slapped his legs in triumph. He sprang up, his hands gripping Rafael’s shoulders, his face contorted with

excito

“Your Highness, do you know what this means? Do you understand?!”

Rafael smiled. “I know.”

It meant that with this weapon, the soldiers could be spared unnecessary deaths if war came the matchlock itself could become the key to victory.

It took Davis nearly an hour to regain his composure. Finally, he looked up and said, ” We’re going to the palace. Immediately! We need to see His Majesty!”