Lionheart, the gatekeeper of the royal city.

The walls were weather-beaten and riddled with cracks and scars, and they looked like they were in the middle of the day.

In front of the gate of the city wall, two rows of lion guards intercepted the carriage along the road and checked the goods and people inside.

Grek lifted the linen curtains of the carriage and sighed after a long absence, "It's been a long time to finally return to the royal city." ”

It takes five or six days to rush from Wangcheng to Tomorrow Town, and it takes even longer to walk, it takes more than ten days, and there is a possibility that mountain bandits will intercept the road on the road, in short, it is not easy to walk all the way.

Greek and other merchants of the royal city are big merchants, and there are many private troops in the family, all the way with the swords of the major guards, all the thieves disappeared with interest, and did not find the door, so that Greek returned to the royal city without danger.

Upon his return to the royal city, Glick, who was in a carriage with a sore buttocks, bared his teeth and received a personal reception from the Templars.

"Gorrik, the king announced that you will enter the palace, the matter is urgent, follow me into the palace immediately!"

The Templars held a greatsword in their hands, wore silver light armor, and showed their muscles, making Glick afraid to disobey the order.

After announcing the king's secret order, the Templars stopped the other merchants and announced their entry into the temple.

Glick looked around and saw that the merchants who were called into the palace were all merchants returning from Tomorrowtown, and on the way they had learned that the king didn't believe much in the contents of the paper, and that they needed to talk to the king in person.

"It's a good opportunity to talk to the king about what you've seen and heard about entering Tomorrowtown!" Some of the weaker aristocratic merchants were excited.

In this age of Templar faith, it was undoubtedly an honor to meet the King, especially if there were Templars in the family, who were more pure and fanatical in their belief in the sacred.

Glick's face flashed with melancholy, and he couldn't help but feel frightened when he thought of the terrifying sight that swept overhead and bombarded the five-hundred-meter city wall like paper.

Half an hour later, Greek and the other merchants passed through the heavy guards, took off their clothes in the secret room, and checked their whole bodies to make sure that they were not carrying hidden weapons before letting them into the king's palace.

In the King's Palace, the long aisle is more than ten meters long, and there are tall marble pillars at the end of the front.

The surface of the pillar is engraved with the totem of the blonde lion, whose hair is vigorous and his eyes are fierce, representing the warlike and bloody traditions of the Lionheart.

In the center of the two huge golden lion pillars, the king sat on the throne, and the maids on either side bowed their heads and retreated to the sides.

Not only did the king sit on the throne waiting for several merchants, but the high priest of the Lionheart Kingdom next to him also sat in the second seat.

He was wearing a bulky and large gold silk robe, with a dyed yellow beard that fell to his big belly, and he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

However, Glick quietly glanced at the priest and found that the high priest seemed to be leisurely, but in fact, his brows were tightly knit and connected into the shape of "Chuan", indicating that the high priest's heart was not quiet.

"A few of you, let's see if there is a possibility that your letters have been artificially transferred." The king was very uneasy and clapped his hands impatiently, and the lion-eared maid next to him bowed her head and handed several original letters to several merchants.

Ever since it became clear that the enemy might be in the hands of the Temple's pigeons, the king and the high priest no longer believed in their own pigeons.

The original plan was to cook the old pigeons and raise a new batch of pigeons.

Unexpectedly, when the old carrier pigeon was caught, the old carrier pigeon left the temple in alarm.

After flying away, he flew back to the temple, cooed for a while, and took a few young pigeons.

Since then, the Lionheart Temple's carrier pigeon system has collapsed, and the royal family can only spend money to buy ordinary carrier pigeon messengers in the city.

This is all a matter of the past, and Glick is unaware of this, and is carefully reading every word, debating whether there is any trace of imitation of his handwriting.

After reading it three times in a row, the answer is that there is no trace of modification.

"It's the original, yes, my handwriting is a bit curly at the end, and it's difficult for others to imitate it." Glick is sure he wrote the letter.

When the king heard this, he suddenly couldn't sit still, but for the sake of the king's majesty, he forced himself to sit on the throne and ask:

"Is it true that a cannon can shoot 500 meters?"

"Is the musket easy to operate, are you sure that the average soldier is easy to use?"

The king asked both questions about the point, and Glick nodded again and again, and said solemnly: "It's all true." ”

"Have you measured?"

The high priest next to him changed his face slightly, and his serious gaze was as sharp as a knife.

Gorrik sweated on his head and his lips trembled, "I haven't measured it." ”

"Then the cannon's range data is definitely not accurate, maybe his actual range is only two or three hundred meters, as long as the long-range weapon is built at a high place, when hitting a low place, its range can be even longer."

The High Priest gave a way to extend the range of the trebuchet and applied it to the cannon.

"That's how it should be." Gorrik wiped his sweat.

Since he didn't believe the truth, he didn't dare to say psychological things anymore.

He was quite sure that the artillery at that time was fired on the ground, and there was no difference in height.

The distance may be incorrect, but the range of the cannon is definitely twice as long as that of the trebuchet.

The king then asked the other lionmen, and the answer was much the same, they had not measured much, and only instinctively believed that the range of the cannon was much longer than that of the trebuchet.

"Since I haven't measured it, let's not talk about cannons, let's talk about muskets." The king waved his hand.

When it comes to muskets, a few merchants have a lot to say.

At that time, Alan himself loaded and shot in front of them, and the sharp-eyed merchant was engrossed in the process of reloading the flintlock pistol.

Afterwards, they also wrote and drew on paper, combining the memories of several merchants to perfect the appearance of the flintlock smoothbore gun, as well as the reloading sequence.

The king and the high priest listened for a while, and felt that it was similar to what they had written on paper, and that there was nothing new.

Half an hour later, the king said with a calm face, not angry:

"A few days ago, according to what you wrote on paper, I ordered the royal blacksmith to imitate a flintlock pistol."

"Next, your job is to assist the royal blacksmith shop, tell the chief blacksmith what you have seen and heard, and actively cooperate with the chief blacksmith's inquiry, do you know?"

"Yes, His Majesty Wren!"

How dare a few aristocratic businessmen disagree, the family is a merchant noble, if you annoy the king, the trade route will be cut off, and the nobles don't have to be it.