Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1122

In his excitement, Salvador momentarily forgot the consequences.

Adrian’s ancestors had once been given a royal title, but the hereditary line had long since ended. Granting such a title again, especially without a major accomplishment to back it, would surely raise suspicion.

At present, the six–barrel matchlock had yet to be mass–produced and an elite shooting unit was still not established. It was far too early to grant a royal title, and doing so now would only draw the eyes of the entire kingdom to Meadow Ridge.

“Yes, you’re right. We’ll hold off on it for now. There’s no rush,” Salvador said, his eyes gleaming.

It was the brightest light Rafael had seen in his eyes since he had ascended the throne.

Salvador was eager to see the full power of the six–barrel matchlock for himself. He ordered the Nightsteel Guard to seal off the Cold Palace, forbidding anyone from entering.

The Cold Palace was vast and uninhabited since Sigmund’s reign. Out of kindness, the women who had lived there had been relocated to a royal convent for their care.

When Salvador saw how the six–barrel matchlock nearly pierced through the Cold Palace’s wall, he was stunned beyond measure.

“Can it also fire steel pellets?” he asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Davis replied. “It can, though we haven’t fully figured out its maximum power yet. I’ll have the armory chief and the weapon smiths study it further when I return.”

Davis understood some of the contents of the notebook. The most powerful part was the gunpowder pellets, which could explode on impact and cause greater damage to the enemy.

“Good. I entrust this important task to you, but make sure it’s in trusted hands.”

Salvador was also nervous. He had obtained a great treasure and wanted to make the most of it, but he was also worried about others taking notice. He felt both excited and uneasy.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will obey your command, Davis replied solemnly.

the notebook again. There were some disorganized parts, but also areas that had been corrected. It was clear that the ideas were continuously being refined. Adrian hadn’t hidden anything–he had given everything, including the design for the cannon. Unfortunately, there

of Carissa, his young apprentice. Rafael, too, had come from the Pathfinders Guild. Although

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would surely be called to the battlefield. At least, that seemed like how Adrian had always envisioned

dedication to research was driven by a desire to protect Carissa and Rafael on

leaving the palace, Davis hurried back to the Ministry of

Court. Instead, he headed back to the estate to

nibbling on a slice of chilled melon that Violet had brought him. It was

old grudges were now forgotten. He shrugged and told her it was fine, but as long as he was in the capital, she would

why wouldn’t Violet agree to such an offer? Not only that—if Isaac wanted to visit entertainment houses or theater halls, Violet wouldn’t mind covering

glanced at Violet. “Fine. Next time, I’ll

Violet left, Rafael came inside. Isaac had just finished the melon and

the king say?” Isaac asked

Sage Adrian, but since the matchlock hasn’t been mass–produced yet, it’s still under wraps. The reward

said with a nonchalant shrug. “But if he could send a

for them on your behalf,” Rafael said, pulling Isaac inside and pressing him into a chair. “You only have that one formula,

and then smiled, giving his handsome features a mischievous look. “Of course not. Sage Adrian

well–placed gifts, the king will treat Carissa better. That way, she

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war, they would surely be

a desire to protect Carissa and Rafael on the

leaving the palace, Davis hurried back to

to the Supreme Court. Instead,