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"I've prepared everything." Sir John notified Al Casendra while they were working toward a particular direction.
Al Casendra nodded and walked calmly without any obvious expression on his face. 'With this weapon, my soldiers, and guards could have something to defend themselves before I solve the magic barriers stopping me from creating powerful weapons.'
Al Casendra was lost in thought when they arrived at the training ground. Some group of men was already waiting for them. He blinked his eyes twice and regain his focus.
"Your highness." The men greeted with a bow.
Al Casendra waves his hand and the men raised their heads and smile. Old James cleared his throat and looked at Al Casendra and said.
"We've completed the weapon prototype" He beamed proudly, pointing to an object covered in black clothes.
"Which weapon?" Sir John inquired with wide eyes. 'What the hell is going on.'
Old James didn't bother to reply to Sir John but waved his hand to his men. With an anticipating smile on their faces, a young man step forward among them and took off the black clothes covering the weapon. p
Hmm!
Sir John squinted his gaze and stared at the shiny brown weapon in confusion. 'This looks like a bow. But somewhat different.' He looked at Al Casendra, only to see him with his usual expression.
Al Casendra walked casually to the weapon— a bow. But this was different. Users don't need to pull the string or knot the arrow. Everything has been made; only to trigger it.
His hand moved on the cold steel slowly, feeling every inch of the weapon. He carried the weapon and examine it carefully. After a couple of seconds, he looked at a young man and gave him the bow.
Old James's eyes brightened. He knew what the prince wanted.
"What are you waiting for, let the prince see the power of the new weapon."
Old James was a fanatic of technology. He loves creating weapons and other accessories. He learned blacksmith at a young age but later discover blacksmith was not enough for him to create a groundbreaking invention. Furthermore, he needed to learn rune smith but unfortunately, he didn't master the art of runes before he encountered a dangerous situation, forcing him to flee to Long-fall Pass.
But now, with the arrival of the prince, his old dream was awakened. Thus, every of his creation was like a child to him. A proud smile appeared on his face while looking at the young man with the weapon.
"Can this weapon be effective against mages?" Sir John asked the question in his mind. No matter how beautiful the weapon was. If it is not useful against mages. Then, it is useless.
Al Casendra tilt his head and looked at Sir John briefly and raised his hand. At once, the training ground was quiet and the young man who was about to test the weapon halted on his track.
All eyes were on Al Casendra, waiting for his instruction. He looked at Sir John and communicated with his hands. Seeing this, Sir John frown slightly and widened his eyes.
'You can't be serious— you want me to be the test subject.' He shouted in his heart.
Al Casendra looked at Old James and communicate with his hands. Old James was not conversant with hand communication. But after staring at Al Casendra's hand for a moment, his eyes brightened.
"Come back" Old James shouted. He looked at the middle-aged man beside him and said with an evil smile. "Get me Grade 2 cartridge"
The middle-aged man froze for a moment before he recovered from the initial shock. He looked at the Old James, then at Sir John. He sighed and shook his head, rushing out of the training ground.
After a couple of minutes, the middle-aged man returned with a bead of sweats on his forehead.
"Old James, I brought both the grade 2 and grade 3 cartridge." He said.
"Good. Good. Give the grade 2 to the boy. Let's see it work."
Quickly, the young man receives the grade 2 cartridge and removes the grade 1, replacing it with grade 2. Seeing this, everyone turned to face Sir John. Sir John saw their gaze and snorted.
"Normal bow and arrow are useless against me." He smirked and walked a couple of distance with his chest puffed out.
"Is this all right for your weapon?" Sir John asked in disdain.
"That's OK." Old James nodded with an evil smile. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man looked at Sir John and felt sorry for him.
"Are you ready?" Old James asked both Sir John and the young man with the weapon.
Sir John didn't bother to reply but stretched his hand wide with a confident smile. While the young man nodded.
"Start"
Whoosh!
The young man pull the trigger and a whooshing sound echoed in the training ground. Sir James was still with his arrogant smile when the smile on his face froze. Quickly, he sidesteps, avoiding the attack by an inch.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Sir John couldn't understand what the hell was happening. He tried to dodge the attack but found it impossible.
Bang!
Ah!
A miserable cry echoed from Sir John's mouth. He stumbled back, gasping for air. Unknown to him, his back was drenched in a cold sweat. Sir John was about to relax when another whooshing sound echoed.
At once, Sir John activated his mana and a green wind appeared around his body. His movement became fluid and easy. He raised his head and looked at Old James but heard old James.
"What are you doing. Has he surrendered? Besides, don't go easy on him. Else, I'll make sure you spend a week in the forest." Old James shouted in indignation.
What!
The young man gasped and widened his eyes. Without further ado, he turned to Sir John and began to shoot the dart. Sir John frown and wanted to talk, but he didn't have the chance to do so.
'Humph! With my wind defense. Everything is useless.'
A green barrier appeared around Sir John and he stood casually and looked at the young man in disdain.
Bang! Bang!
Numerous attacks hit the barrier. The defense shook but didn't break. Hence, after a couple of seconds without any breach in his defense. Sir John said proudly.
"You see, it's useless."
Old James didn't look at Sir John 0but turned to Al Casendra. "Your highness, that a blunt arrow. Should we change the cartridge?" He asked. Those from the weaponry department gasped.
'Old James, you can't. ' They shouted in their mind.
Without further thought, Al Casendra nodded. It was his design. So how could he not know the arrows didn't have their heads. And the heads were what make the arrow different from a normal arrow.
Quickly, Old James picked another grade 2 cartridge and gave it to the young man.
"If you don't hear stop. Don't stop" Old James said with a stern face.
"Are you ready for the second phase?."
"Sure." Sir John replied nonchalantly.
Bang!!
Sir John didn't know what happened. He stumbled backward and a slight trace of blood appeared at the corner of his lips. 'What! My defense was broken.' He shivered. Suddenly, all the hair on his body stood straight, and his skull tinged.
Bang!
Bang!
Sir John tried to defend himself from the attack, but it was useless.
Ah!
He cried and puke out blood. His hair was disheveled. A deep hole appeared on his chest, blood gushing out. The attack had crushed his rib. While on his leg was another gruesome injury and his white ligament was visible to the people. Sir John was convulsing on the ground, groaning in pain.
Al Casendra raised his hand and the young man stop shooting. He looked at Sir John convulsing on the ground with pity. 'Why would his highness create something useless against mage? Idiot' The young man return the weapon to old James and smiled.
All the people looked at Sir John with disdain. Fool. They smirked.
"How is it, your highness."
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