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.

Rafael mounted his horse and galloped off, leaving

latter or ask questions. Instead, he went with Isaac to the

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

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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

Lloyd! Take a look at

he was trying to steady himself, a metalrod was pressed against his chest, nearly

breaths and said, “Calm down, Your Highness! What’s

his hands, he was puzzled for a moment, but then his eyes lit up.

movements.

became the Minister of Defense

In matters

the matchlock, confusion overtook him. He held it in his hands,

But it doesn’t look like one. How far can it shoot? Who made this? Is

his feet, one hand over his mouth, eyes wide and gleaming with unshed tears. He looked at Rafael as though

me quickly–bring them to the ministry! Money is no

of all, this isn’t a three–barrel matchlock. It’s a six–barrel matchlock. And secondly, you can’t hire

Davis froze, his excitement turning to pure

down, covering his face with his hands. He let out