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Chapter 162 Glick Returns to the Royal City
Lionheart Kingdom, the entrance to the city wall of the Royal City.

The city wall has been weathered for a long time, covered with cracks and scars, it looks like it will not be safe at the end of the year.

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.

Glick lifted the linen curtains of the carriage, and sighed after a long absence: "Finally back to the Royal City, this trip has been really long."

It takes five or six days to drive from Wangcheng to Tomorrow Town by carriage.

It takes longer to walk, and it takes more than ten days. There may be bandits blocking the road on the road, so it is not easy to walk all the way.

The merchants in Wangcheng, such as Gelik, are big businessmen, and there are many private troops in their families. All the way, with the swords of the guards, all the bandits disappeared wisely and did not come to the door, so that Gelik returned to the Wangcheng without any danger. .

The first time he got back to Wangcheng, Glick, who was sitting in the carriage until his butt hurt, gritted his teeth. Less than 2 minutes after entering the city, the Templars who received the news rushed to the front door to receive them in person.

"Glick, the king announces you into the palace, the matter is extremely urgent, follow me into the palace immediately!"

The Templar held a huge sword in his hand, and was wearing silver light armor, with his strong muscles exposed, which made Glick dare not resist.

After announcing the king's secret decree, the Templars stopped other merchants and declared them into the palace.

Glick looked around. The merchants who were called into the palace were all merchants who came back from Tomorrow Town. They had learned on the way that the king didn't really believe what was written on paper, and they needed to discuss it in detail in front of the king.

"It's a good opportunity to talk to the king about what he saw and heard about entering Tomorrow Town!" Some weak noble merchants were very excited.

In this era of believing in the temple, it is undoubtedly an honor to meet the king, especially if there are Templar knights in the family, their belief in the sacred is more pure and fanatical.

A look of worry flashed across Glick's face, thinking of the terrifying sight of the bomb passing overhead and bombarding the 500-meter city wall like paper, he felt terrified unconsciously.

Half an hour later, Glick and other businessmen went through the inspection of heavy guards, took off their clothes in the secret room, and conducted a full-body inspection to confirm that they were not carrying hidden weapons before letting them enter the king's hall.

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

The totem of the golden-haired lion is engraved on the surface of the pillar. The lion's hair is very strong and its eyes are fierce, representing the warlike and bloody tradition of the Lion Heart Kingdom.

In the center of the two huge golden lion pillars, the king sits on the throne, and the maids on both sides retreat to the sides with their heads bowed.

Not only was the king sitting on the throne waiting for several businessmen, but the high priest of the Lionheart Kingdom next to him was also sitting in the second seat.

He was wearing a bulky golden silk robe, his yellow beard fell down on his big belly, and he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

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

"You guys, first check to see if there is any possibility that your letters have been artificially transferred." The king was very disturbed and clapped his hands impatiently. in the hands of a businessman.

Kings and high priests have distrusted their own pigeons since discovering that the enemy might be in possession of the Temple's pigeons.

They originally planned 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 vigilantly.

Not long after flying away, he secretly flew back to the temple, cooing, and took away several young pigeon masters.

Since then, the same-day carrier pigeon system in the Lionheart Temple has collapsed, and the royal family can only spend money to buy ordinary carrier pigeons in the city to deliver messages.

This is all the foreword, and Glick didn't know about this, and was carefully reading every word, and trying to debate whether his handwriting had been artificially imitated.

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

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

The king couldn't sit still when he heard this, but for the majesty of the king, 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 it is easy for ordinary soldiers to use?"

The king's two questions were on point, and Glick nodded again and again, solemnly saying: "It's all true."

"Have you measured it?"

The face of the high priest next to him changed slightly, and his serious eyes were as sharp as knives.

Glick's head was sweating, and his lips trembled: "I haven't measured it."

"Then the range data of the cannon must be inaccurate. Maybe the actual range of the cannon is only two or three hundred meters. You probably don't know, Glick, that if you build a long-range weapon at a high place and hit a low place, its range can become farther."

The high priest told the method of extending the range of the trebuchet, and applied this method to the cannon.

"It should be like this." Glick wiped his sweat.

Since he didn't believe the truth, he didn't dare to speak psychologically.

He was very sure that the cannons at that time fired on flat ground, and there was no difference in height.

There may be errors in the visual distance, but the range of the cannon is definitely twice as far as that of the trebuchet.

Then the king asked the other lion men, and the answers were similar. They hadn't measured them much, and they believed that the range of the cannon was much farther than that of the trebuchet.

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

When it comes to muskets, the businessmen have a lot to say.

At that time, Allen himself loaded and fired in front of them, and the sharp-eyed businessman concentrated his attention, keeping the flintlock loading process in mind.

After boarding the sailboat, they still wrote and drew on paper, combined with the memory of several businessmen, and jointly perfected the appearance of the flintlock musket and the order of loading.

The king and the high priest listened for a while, and felt that it was almost the same as what they wrote on paper, and there was nothing new.

Half an hour later, the king had a sullen face and said in a buzzing voice, "A few days ago, according to what you wrote on the paper, I ordered the royal blacksmith to make an imitation flintlock gun."

"Next, your job is to assist the Royal Blacksmith, tell the chief blacksmith what you have seen and heard, and actively cooperate with the chief blacksmith's inquiries, understand?"

"Yes, His Majesty Ren!"

A few aristocratic merchants dare not agree. The family is an aristocrat who is a merchant. If he offends the king, the business route will be completely cut off, and there is no need to be an aristocrat.

(End of this chapter)