291st year of the Imperial Calendar of the Britannia Empire/213th year of the Imperial Calendar of the Holy Hillan Empire.
December 28.
The Holy Hillan Empire, located in the northernmost part of the mainland, is the cold outdoors that makes people who like outdoor activities become "indoor enthusiasts" who will never take a step forward unless they eat all their food.
At this time, in a tavern in Erenmuya, the capital of the Holy Hillan Empire.
"Huh! So cold!"
While rubbing his hands, Gabriel returned to the bar at the tavern and sat back next to Camille.
"Camille, do you know how cold it is outside?"
After sitting back to Camille, Gabriel, who had always talked a lot, began to chat with Camille.
"When I just went out to pee, my urine just ejaculated and it became a icicle. It was so scary. You said - if I stretched out my little brother just now, would it be frozen into ice?"
"Maybe." Camille, who was beer beer beer beer, said in a neither salty nor light tone, "But even if your little brother is frozen into ice, it doesn't matter? After all, you shouldn't have the chance to use your lower body in your life."
"Camille, you are still as ruthless as ever. Huh? Where is my wine?"
"It's here for me," Camille said, raising the beer in his hand.
"Ah, Camille, why are you drinking my wine? After you finish your own wine, just order it."
"What does it matter? When I, you, El—when we were wandering together, we always used the same bowl to eat and the same cup to drink water."
"When it comes to El, I really don't know how El is now."
After saying that, Gabriel let out a long sigh full of melancholy.
"After waiting for more than half a year, I finally waited to return to the imperial capital and meet His Majesty. I hope Eld's promotion of muskets will be successful."
"I really don't know what the musket is so powerful that it deserves El."
"Not only do I advise the teacher to use my private property to buy the 3,000 muskets, but I also beg the teacher to help him get the opportunity to meet His Majesty directly and sell muskets to His Majesty."
"Who knows?" Camill shrugged, "I don't know what Your Majesty will think of this musket. I think Your Majesty will most likely treat this musket as a waste."
...
...
at the same time.
The Holy Xiran Empire, the imperial capital, Alianmuya, Weiyou Palace.
"Is this - what kind of musket you just mentioned?"
The current emperor of the Holy Hiran Empire, Vahiri Peter Sokorov, was playing with the musket that El had just handed over to him.
At this time, El respectfully knelt in front of Vahiri.
The highest etiquette of the Britannian Empire was to kneel down on one knee.
And in the Holy Hillan Empire, their highest etiquette was to kneel down on both knees.
Vahiri Peter Sokorov - the current emperor of the Holy Hiran Empire and the youngest of the previous emperors of the Holy Hiran Empire ascended the throne.
Four years ago, Vahiri had just ascended the throne to emperor.
And four years ago, Wahiri was just over 20 years old.
In other words, Wahiri is only 24 years old this year.
24 years old - This age is a bit too young for the profession of the emperor.
"I see--" The young emperor threw the musket in his hand to the ground with disdainful expression. "The musket is nothing great, it is not worth studying or loading on a large scale."
"This musket is not as useful as a crossbow."
"Not only is the firing rate extremely slow, the accuracy is low, and it is not far away."
"It's also troublesome to maintain, and there are many restrictions, so it won't be used once it's humid."
"This is just broken iron."
As soon as Vahiri finished speaking, El, who was kneeling in front of him, said anxiously:
"Your Majesty! This musket is definitely not a mess!"
"Although the musket at this time is not as good as the crossbow in performance, it is only [this time]!"
"Compared with crossbows, muskets have extremely high potential!"
"If enough craftsmen and funds are invested in research, it is not impossible to overcome the above weaknesses!"
"The emperor begs His Majesty to open a department specializing in musket research! Develop muskets!"
After saying that, El knocked his head down again, giving him an intimate contact with the ground.
"..." Vahiri was silent.
Vahiri stared silently at El who was kneeling in front of him.
After a long time, Vahiri said in a tone without any emotional color:
"...You are a student of Marshal Dominic?"
"Yes." El replied immediately.
"Marson Dominic has made great contributions to our Holy Hillan Empire for veterans and famous generals."
"I know something about you."
"You, and that Camille, and that Gabriel - you three are students of Marshal Dominic."
"Although in name, you three are students of Marshal Dominic, you three are no different from Marshal Dominic's adopted son and adopted daughter."
"Marshal Dominic has also taken a lot of effort to finally help you win the opportunity to meet me and sell this musket to me."
"Since you are a student and adopted son of Marshal Dominic, I will give Marshal Dominic and give you some face."
"Since you want to build an organization that specializes in musket research, then build it."
"I announce that from now on, the "Must Gun Department" specializing in musket research will be officially established. You will be the first minister of this musket department."
"You can recruit craftsmen or something on your own. There are no extra craftsmen in the Empire to allocate you."
"As for R&D funds... you should allocate 100,000 nals every month."
After hearing the word "100,000 nal", El's pupils shrank suddenly.
A look of hesitation flashed across his face.
But after a little hesitation, El still suppressed his intention to bargain with His Majesty Vahiri.
After gritting his teeth, he kowtowed to Wahili respectfully again:
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty will never let Your Majesty down! It will definitely make the new musket develop successfully!"
"Yeah." After nodding softly, Vahiri waved his hand, "You go down."
"yes."
...
...
Although Dominic was recognized as the strongest and highest-ranking marshal in the Holy Hillan Empire, his life was surprisingly simple.
Neither lived in a mansion nor did there be a group of servants.
Marshal Dominic's home is just a simple 3-story house.
Marshal Dominic, who is still unmarried and therefore has no children, only two servants who are responsible for taking care of their daily lives, and three people who were adopted and adopted home several years ago, nominally, were his students, but essentially the same as his adopted son and daughter.
After Elle returned home, he met Gabriel and Camille who happened to be back after drinking together.
After seeing El back, Gabriel couldn't help but say anxiously:
"How is it? Have you successfully sold your musket to His Majesty?"
"It's half successful." El smiled bitterly, "Although his Majesty agreed to my request, established a musket department specifically for researching muskets, and appointed me as the first minister, the research funds allocated to me only 100,000 nal per month. And I have to recruit craftsmen and other craftsmen myself."
"100,000 nal?" Camille exclaimed, "This little money is too little for scientific research..."
"Yes." El sighed, "It's really too little, so I said it was only half successful. But His Majesty agreed to build the Musket Department, which is a good start, and I am satisfied. Research funds and other things, let's find a way later."
Speaking of this, El paused and looked around:
"Where is the teacher? Has he gone out?"
"Teacher, he just went out." Camille replied, "It seems that he has gone to the palace. The teacher returned to the imperial capital this time to discuss important matters with the senior officials of the empire. It is said that even other marshals were recalled for this."
Chapter completed!