Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1298

The two military advisors noticed the shift in Oliver's expression, so Alec quickly interjected, "Have you seen the archery skills of the Elite Marksmanship Unit, Marshal Prince? Or the ballistaes we've improved? They're quite ingenious."

"I have seen them," Oliver replied curtly. When he first arrived at Southern Frontier, he had gone to oversee their training sessions.

Timothy recalled the visit as well. But at that time, they had just selected a new batch of archers and had been working on their accuracy. They hadn't even had the chance to use the new ballistaes either.

"We also have matchlocks," Louis added. "But when it comes to a direct confrontation between armies, we won't be relying on them. A sword is far more effective. Speed is the key."

Matchlocks were more useful in close-quarter combat, where there was cover to hide behind. After firing a shot, one could reload while staying out of sight. However, in a face-to-face battle, before one could even raise the weapon, their head might already be taken off.

added a few more points, but Oliver

said, "I've heard that the Ministry of Defense is working

booster for Oliver, who might feel at a disadvantage, with Sandoria using matchlocks while they

impending conflict with Sandoria would be. Everyone was frustrated by Oliver's reaction but did their best to suppress their emotions. At such a critical moment, it was wiser not to provoke him. As the marshal holding the military

discussing various strategies for defense and counterattack, Oliver did approve of their plans, though he added only the most superficial input. His suggestions were shallow, uninspired, mere regurgitations from military textbooks, and entirely unsuited for the unique challenges posed by Sandoria. By the

warmly and insisted, "This soup you must try. It's a mushroom soup made from mushrooms that my wife had someone sent from the capital. She made sure to have some brought for you all, but I forgot. Now that you're all

the capital, no doubt rumors would swirl about Zoey's reputation and how it might be affected. The servants brought in five bowls of soup. One was handed to Oliver, and the rest

never be too careful. He inspected the

reason for suspicion, followed suit, sipping

glanced at them, blowing lightly on his bowl before drinking his own. The mushrooms, of course, were safe to consume. However, the illusion powder, ground into fine dust, was sprinkled in just

another hour or two-by which time they'd have already returned to their quarters. Even if someone noticed something was off, they'd likely just assume