It's a genius idea to link the hammer with the runner......"

Colonel Gulmo Dram of the military department was obviously an expert, and after getting the No. 3 revolver, he fiddled with it a little and figured out the linkage between the hammer, the trigger, and the runner.

"Click"

Gulaymodram tried to flick the opening lever on the upper left side of the wheel, and the wheel flicked out, revealing five delicate magazines, which still smelled of burning gunpowder.

"I think I know why this gun is called a revolver, it turns out that the wheel is thrown out to the left! Huh? Can this wheel be removed?"

He immediately understood the significance of this structure, which was not only conducive to cleaning the burning residue of black powder, but also could be used to quickly reload ammunition by replacing the runner.

"This is a perfect pistol, I will recommend you to the military department of your X company, our fighters need this pistol!"

Gulaimodram played with the "rose revolver" for a long time, making repeated promises to Fani and Butremoano without hesitation of praise, and ignoring Filoon Lambert on the other side.

"Mr. Colonel, the reason why our rose revolver has such a good technical performance is that it adopts a completely different firing method from the flintlock pistol, which can control the rate of mute fire within two hundred to one, but I am afraid that after taking out this new patent, there will be some bad results."

"Huh, what do you mean by the rate of dumb fire?"

Gulaymodram kept his head down and fiddled with the "rose revolver", as if he hadn't heard what Fani was saying.

"Two hundred to one!"

Gulaimodram stood up suddenly, stared at Fani tightly, gritted his teeth and asked again, "Two hundred to one dumb fire rate?"

Fani said calmly, "The flintlock pistol in the royal workshop can have a mute rate of ten to one, and the flintlock pistol in the ordinary weapon workshop is seven to one. ”

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"That's right, it's seven to one, and the old gun will be even higher!"

Gulaymodram nodded heavily, with an inexplicable expression of excitement on his face, he is the vice chairman of the Ordnance Committee of the Ministry of War, and there are so many flintlock muskets in the army, what data is he not clear?

It is common for flintlock pistols to be easy to mute fire, it is normal to shoot seven bullets and one round of dumb fire, and it is normal for a rough, old and worn flintlock pistol to be dumb once after three or five rounds, the flintlock pistol produced by the royal workshop is well-made, and it is lucky to shoot a dozen rounds without a dumb fire, and now you say that two hundred rounds are not dumb fire, do you think it is a gun of spiritual power?

However, the Mercury Fire Cap did achieve this goal, greatly increasing the success rate of black powder weapons, and the dumb fire rate was surprisingly low compared to flintlock guns.

"Your Royal Highness, if what you said is true, our military department needs this patent, and only our military department can get this patent, you know, the military actually has no scruples in this kind of matter!" said Gulaimodram to Fani very solemnly.

Gulaimodram is telling the truth, if you can increase the rate of dumb fire of the musket from seven to one to two hundred to one, the military will not care about patent rights at all, malicious plagiarism is all trivial, and it is not impossible to forcibly seize and kill people.

Think about it! If two teams of soldiers face each other with a platoon of guns, one side will be dumb after a few shots, while the other side can fire continuously, what will be the consequences of this comparison of firepower? How much impact will it have on morale?

"Ahem, ahem!"

The gray-haired Baron Nizar Stanton coughed a few times, stood up and said coldly, "The patent right is a sacred right granted to the subjects by His Majesty the King, and no one can maliciously seize the patent of a commoner, let alone a member of the royal family like His Royal Highness the County Lord, are you drunk?

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Nizar Stanton's words made everyone a little confused, because this kind of fierce wording is very easy to cause disputes, and the two belong to the military department and the royal workshop respectively, in case it causes a misunderstanding between the two families, it is a very big event.

"Your Highness, I think the patent you just mentioned is too important and should be decided by His Majesty the King himself!"

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The people around him came back to their senses, and the feeling was that Nizar Stanton was going to fight for this patent with the military department's Gulaimodram.

"I'm sorry you two, this patent is only applied for by me on behalf of others, and the owner of the patent is not me, so I have no right to make any decisions for him, but I have to apply for this patent, and as for who the patent will ultimately belong to, you still need to discuss with him. ”

"Who is he?"

"Who is he, where is he?"

The colonel of the military department and the baron of the royal workshop asked questions at the same time, looking impatient as if they were perverts competing for celebrities on Fengyue Street.

"He's my fiancé, Count Bayonne, Charlese Valier!"

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Nizar Stanton and Gulaimodram glanced at each other, both of them looked incredulous, and the other people in the whole room also had similar expressions, only the Countess of Butremoano next to her had no change in her expression, but her heart was also turbulent.

The rumored idiot fat man turned into a handsome man has surprised her, and the idea of the revolver has surprised her even more, and now throwing out a patent has caused a scramble between the military department and the royal workshop, which can no longer be described as an accident, this is simply a genius among geniuses.

At that time, he was still complacent because he won the patent ownership of the revolver, but he didn't think that people didn't care about this little bit of interest at all.

"What an enigma man, no wonder Veronica would," Butremoano remembered his cousin's unusual situation when he faced the Charles, and his heart was a little worried.

Because Lord Fani was so good in every way, beautiful, wise, and decisive, all the virtues of a hostess appeared in her.

And when Charles had just returned to the royal capital and had not yet shown her "genius methods", she stood by his side persistently, and this vision alone was much better than her cousin, so Butremoano thought that Veronica would not have any chance if she really faced the lord of Fani.

"Your Royal Highness, please tell Lord Bayonne that our military headquarters will send someone to visit him soon!" said Gulaymodram and turned around and left, ignoring even basic etiquette.

"Ahem, Your Highness the County Lord, I think we'll meet again soon!"

Nizar Stanton was gone, too, but his back looked calm, as if he wasn't in a hurry at all.

But Fani knows the way the royal family workshop works, and she believes that an important member of the royal family will come to her tonight to ask for this crucial invention patent, and what conditions will her fiancé Charle put forward at that time?

At this time, Charles did not know that the "thunder mercury fire cap" he threw had attracted the attention of the military and the royal family so quickly, and he expected that the matter would ferment for a few days before the result came out.

At this moment, Lord Count Bayonne changed into a hooded cloak again, and walked into the door of the Occult Research Association with a large bag on his back with his face covered.

After not coming here for many days, Charles misses his friends here, helping the steward Thorson, his classmate Hular Kampa, the chief steward Musar, and of course, the golden gold coin friends.

Walking into the consignment office on the first floor of the Academic Tower, Charles saw Thorson, the assistant steward, sitting in the corner.

Thorsen heard someone enter, glanced up at Charles, and then lowered his head again.

It was with this one face that Charles found that Thorson's whole body was much more haggard than before.

"Is it really that useful? I warned you long ago about the consequences of overindulgence, but you didn't listen!"

Charles said a few words in his heart, walked up to Thorson, and said with a slight smile, "Steward Thorson, why are you haggard like this after not seeing you for a few days?"

Thorson jerked his head up and looked at the masked Charles for a long time, before finally looking away to the large cloth bag on his back before he made sure he didn't recognize the wrong person.

"Mr. Chananiz, you're here"

Helping the steward Torsen's tears couldn't help but flow, and he couldn't wipe it clean no matter how he raised his sleeves.

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