Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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."

instructions nearly impossible to decipher. But he didn't mind. The Ministry of Defense had plenty of weapon smiths who could help. He

mounted his horse and galloped off, leaving the

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

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front of Davis so quickly that the older man nearly stumbled, unsure of

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

so violently that he was still disoriented. Just as he was trying to steady himself, a metal rod was pressed against his chest,

quickly took a few deep breaths and said, "Calm down, Your Highness! What's going

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 movements.

He held it in his hands,

three gunpowder pellets inside? Does it use gunpowder? No steel pellets? This is a matchlock,

Oh my god,

matchlock has been

at Rafael as though seeing a ghost. "The three-barrel matchlock is real? Who made it? Tell me quickly-bring them to

Rafael's turn to

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

excitement