Chapter 152: A Sharp Weapon in Melee Combat

The Naser River quietly passes through the city of Nasser, dividing the central city of the mainland into two halves, the left bank is quiet and the right bank is prosperous, accommodating countless local aboriginal and foreign guests.

In the metropolis of Nasser, which has a complex living environment, a large number of outsiders will choose to sign up for group heating and choose their own residential blocks according to the region.

The 7th Avenue of Nasser City is such a place, and several blocks in the north are the West Coast settlements of Bol, Natte, and France, while the two blocks in the south are all Boliangrao settlements.

Twenty years ago, in the crucial battle between the Flens and the Engrurao, the Bryan suddenly defected and helped Rousseff I win the final victory, helped His Majesty the King finally restore the country, and received the king's goodwill, so his social status in Nasser City is not bad. The whole settlement of Burarao is also very quiet and safe.

In a luxurious villa in the Boliang settlement, a middle-aged woman who looked elegant sat in front of the window and looked at a letter, her smiling face gradually became serious, and finally the whole person looked thoughtful.

In the courtyard outside the window, a tall girl was laughing and playing with a boy of five or six years old, the boy was the age when he liked to chase and play, and he ran and ran after the girl who deliberately teased him in front of him, and let out happy laughter from time to time.

The girl may have played enough, the two straight long legs exerted a little force, and with a few light turns of the body, she got rid of the boy, and ran into the room where the middle-aged woman was.

"Sister Butlet, I find Sandy to be a knight!

"I didn't intend to make Sandy a transcendent!" Butree Moyano put down the letter in his hand, shook his head slightly, and took his son in his arms, who had rushed in from outside.

"Well, sister, you are still so hearty, Sandy, are you willing to be like your sister and become a powerful knight......?

The boy looked at his mother very sensibly, and said in a voice: "Sandy listens to her mother, and Sandy will do whatever her mother asks Sandy to do!"

"Whew, you idiot!"

The girl failed to confuse the boy Sandy, and sat down in the chair a little dejectedly, and then saw the letter on the table.

"Sister Butlet, which prince wrote you the book?"

"Veronica, don't talk nonsense, this is a letter from Count Bayonne, who wants to have some cooperation with me. ”

Butree Moyano gave the girl a blank look and let go of the boy in her arms, "Sandy, it's time for you to practice drawing." ”

The boy Sandy had departed obediently, and the long-legged girl had already picked up the letter on the table and read it, much to the dismayness of the urbane Butree Moyano.

The long-legged girl was the student who received the 'excellent' rating in the third year of the Knight Academy this year, and when she knew that the letter on the table was written by Charles, she read it out loud without any notice, not paying any attention to Butree Moano's **.

"Your Honourable Countess Butret Moyano....... I have great admiration for your integrity, and I thought no one would ever remember Horn Connell for the only bounty he had ever received......."

"Oh...... Sister Butre, do you think it was really Charles Chevalier who killed Horn Connor the Heart Eater?" Veronica pursed her lips, as if in disbelief.

"Whether or not he killed that bastard, my bounty has been honored, and Devar's soul should rest in peace. ”

Veronica felt the sadness of Butree Moyano and did not read the letter out loud, but when he saw the rest of the letter, he could not help but say again.

"That guy actually has a musket in his own hand, which is suitable for melee combat, and can fire six rounds in a row....... How many barrels does that pistol have? Can an average person handle it?"

Butree Moyano said calmly: "A respected earl would not lie about such a thing. ”

Veronica pursed her lips again, a little unconvinced, but Butree Moyano was good, and no one would lie about such an easy verifiable matter.

"Are you going to cooperate with him, then? He asked Sister Butrey to provide you with the smith, which was too much. ”

Butree Moyano thought quietly for a while, then nodded lightly: "At least go and see if he is true or not, if there is really that kind of repeating pistol, maybe it is the opportunity of the Moyano family." ”

"Well, since the wise sister Butrey is going to discern this lie, then please take your helpless sister with me! I'm suffocating to death......" Veronica sat in her chair, her cheek on one hand as she looked idle.

"Don't you, like the Count of Bayonne, dislike muskets and prefers bows and arrows, and pistols can't pierce the knights' finely wrought chain mail. ”

"It depends on who you are dealing with, and if I do have one of his pistols, I must get one.....

Veronica's mind conjured up a thin shadow of fluttering robes, leaping across the board, and in that case a repeating pistol might have been able to knock her off the ground with a "bang bang bang".

She never wears armor!

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The courtyard of 17 Rue de Lutesia occupies a large area, and in the backyard of the Marquis de Lorraine, there are stables, dog houses, carriage repair rooms, laundry rooms, and arsenals

Charles and Roy were busy in the repair room next to the arsenal, and Roy, the butler, finally took off his ceremonial attire that seemed to be unchanged for thousands of years, and acted as a weapons craftsman, according to his amateur interest.

Charles wanted to create an excellent firearm suitable for this era, and the technology should not be too advanced, and when I thought about it, I thought of the lighter revolver treasured in the Royal United Forces Museum in Whitehall, England, which was made in 1650, and the simplicity and roughness were very suitable for this era.

Charles drew a simple sketch and dictated it as Roy the butler used a variety of tools to cut out the magazine from a large chunk of copper metal, and then picked up a hammer and clanked to build the barrel and gun.

As Charles watched a large revolver with precise workmanship gradually take shape, he had to sigh at the power of an extraordinary person's ability to control it precisely, and in the case of pure hand-made, the size of each part was processed with great precision.

And Roy is really a good weapon forger, this big revolver Charles is just a simple dictation, Roy can quickly understand its principle and create it, several unreasonable points of Charles's narrative, Roy can automatically correct.

"Roy, have you ever worked as a blacksmith before?"

The two Shi Zhihu, Charles took the brand-new big revolver and played a western cowboy-style gunflower, simulating the action of collecting the gun, nostalgic for those classic western gunfight movies.

"Master, I've always learned how to maintain and repair weapons, and although the musket is a weapon that doesn't do much for the transcendental, I always feel that it has a lot of potential......"

"Roy, you're right, the musket may replace the sword as the main weapon of ordinary Rao in the future, as for the transcendental!

Charles threw out the magazine of the big revolver, sprinkled gunpowder one by one, and then stuffed the projectile in, it didn't feel as complicated as he imagined, he could finish it in a few seconds, and ordinary people with quick hands and feet estimated that it could be done in more than ten seconds.

"Alas...... Front-loading guns! That's good!"

Charles slung the gun to his belt and muttered about making a beautiful gun.

"Whoosh!"

Charles drew his gun quickly, holding it at the flat end of his waist with his right hand like a cowboy in a western, and with a quick wrench of the hammer in his left palm to spin the wheel.

"Bang Bang"

Charles mastered the rhythm well, and six shots hit the target twenty meters away without a single blind fire.

"Roy, what kind of person do you think this kind of big revolver is best suited for?"

“.........”

"Sir, what are you?"

"I think who's going to buy a revolver like ours?"

It took a long time for the butler Roy to recover from the shock, and after a little thought, he said, "Master, it should be a cavalry!"

"Wrong! It's a criminal!"

“........”

"There are also patrols to catch criminals, rich businessmen who prevent criminals, sisters who lack a sense of security, and so on and so forth.......