Her Majestic Battle Cry
Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1122

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.

Salvador flipped through 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 were no blueprints.

Salvador reflected for a moment. Adrian had always been particularly fond of Carissa, his young apprentice. Rafael, too, had come from the Pathreplaceers Guild. Although they both

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held positions of authority, they were still warriors at heart. In the event of war, they would surely be called to the battlefield. At least, that seemed like how Adrian had always envisioned it.

So, Adrian had no reason to hide anything. In fact, his dedication to research was driven by a desire to protect Carissa and Rafael on the battlefield, to help them fight and win without suffering unnecessary harm.

After leaving the palace, Davis hurried back to the Ministry of Defense, practically

bouncing with excitement. However, Rafael didn’t return to the Supreme Court. Instead, he headed back to the estate to meet Isaac.

Isaac was nibbling on a slice of chilled melon that Violet had brought him. It was especially refreshing after being chilled, and he seemed to savor it.

Violet had just come by to thank him, saying that old grudges were now forgotten. He shrugged and told her it was fine, but as long as he was in the capital, she would have to provide him with all the fine wine he wanted.

As someone wealthy and influential, 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 all the costs either.

As he finished his melon, Isaac glanced at Violet. “Fine. Next time, I’ll come asking for money.”

Once Violet left, Rafael came inside. Isaac had just finished the melon and was wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

“What did the king say?” Isaac asked casually.

“He’s pleased,” Rafael replied. “He wants to reward Sage Adrian, but since the matchlock hasn’t been mass–produced yet, it’s still under wraps. The reward will have to wait.”

“Sage Adrian doesn’t care about that. After all, he doesn’t lack anything,” Isaac said with a nonchalant shrug. “But if he could send a few jars of palace wine, that would be a perfect gift.”

“I’ll ask for them on your behalf,” Rafael said, pulling Isaac inside and pressing him into a chair. “You only have that one formula, don’t you?”

Isaac wiped his hands on his clothing and then smiled, giving his handsome features a mischievous look. “Of course not. Sage Adrian is far too wise to give everything away at once. He said he’s keeping some back to safeguard Carissa.

“Who knows, the king might turn on us. Sage Adrian doesn’t care about national affairs, but he’s doing this out of his own interest. Plus by offering some well–placed gifts, the king will treat Carissa better. That way, she won’t always feel bothered and upset. We can’t hand over bigger stuff yet unless Sage Adrian feels it’s safe to do so.”

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held positions of authority, they were still warriors at heart. In the event of war, they would surely be called to the battlefield. At least, that seemed like how Adrian had always envisioned it.

So, Adrian had no reason to hide anything. In fact, his dedication to research was driven by a desire to protect Carissa and Rafael on the battlefield, to help them fight and win without suffering unnecessary harm.

After leaving the palace, Davis hurried back to the Ministry of Defense, practically

bouncing with excitement. However, Rafael didn’t return to the Supreme Court. Instead, he headed back to the estate to meet Isaac.

Isaac was nibbling on a slice of chilled melon that Violet had brought him..It was especially refreshing after being chilled, and he seemed to savor it.

Violet had just come by to thank him, saying that old grudges were now forgotten. He shrugged and told her it was fine, but as long as he was in the capital, she would have to provide him with all the fine wine he wanted.

As someone wealthy and influential, 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 all the costs either.

As he finished his melon, Isaac glanced at Violet. “Fine. Next time, I’ll come asking for money.”

Once Violet left, Rafael came inside. Isaac had just finished the melon and was wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

“What did the king say?” Isaac asked casually.

“He’s pleased,” Rafael replied. “He wants to reward Sage Adrian, but since the matchlock hasn’t been mass–produced yet, it’s still under wraps. The reward will have to wait.”

“Sage Adrian doesn’t care about that. After all, he doesn’t lack anything,” Isaac said with a nonchalant shrug. “But if he could send a few jars of palace wine, that would be a perfect gift.”

“I’ll ask for them on your behalf,” Rafael said, pulling Isaac inside and pressing him into a chair. “You only have that one formula, don’t you?”

Isaac wiped his hands on his clothing and then smiled, giving his handsome features a mischievous look. “Of course not. Sage Adrian is far too wise to give everything away at once. He said he’s keeping some back to safeguard Carissa.

“Who knows, the king might turn on us. Sage Adrian doesn’t care about national affairs, but he’s doing this out of his own interest. Plus, by offering some well–placed gifts, the king will treat Carissa better. That way, she won’t always feel bothered and upset. We can’t hand over bigger stuff yet unless Sage Adrian feels it’s safe to do so.”

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Rafael sighed. Adrian really was a man who thought ahead. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to give it, but he would only do so when the time was right. And based on what Isaac was saying, it sounded like the cannon was already under development.