Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1121

Davis also thought of a problem—he couldn't openly announce it yet, because the six-barrel matchlock hadn't been tested enough. Although Rafael said it had been tested, one test wasn't enough to confirm its reliability. Multiple tests were needed to ensure the risk of the barrel exploding was low before it could be used in the military.

Davis stood there, almost as though in a dream. He carefully examined the matchlock, feeling it over and over again.

"No need for a matchstick to light it... The convenience is incredible. With this, we can establish an elite shooting unit and even an ambush unit. With such a godly weapon in hand, what can we possibly fear?"

He held the matchlock and hugged it, laughing and crying all at once.

"To put it bluntly, the one at home would be considered a concubine next to this! Why not take a concubine? Do you think I'm afraid of the one at home? No, I always have a special place in my heart reserved for my true first wife—this six-barrel matchlock!"

Rafael laughed. "The six-barrel matchlock is your one true wife? Then, what about the ten-barrel matchlock? The cannon?"

"W-What?" Davis stammered, his lips trembling. "What cannon are you talking about? Is it the kind from Nerathia?"

Rafael took out the notebook slowly, just like Isaac had, and handed it to Davis. "Everything's in here. Have a look for yourself."

Davis nearly snatched the notebook from Rafael's hands, greedily flipping through the pages. He turned page after page until he reached the end, but found no blueprints. He was slightly disappointed, though only a little, for the formula for its creation was there—he could still study it and work through it.

"By the heavens... By the heavens, this is a gift from the gods!" Davis clutched the book to his chest, overcome with emotion. He suddenly threw his arms around Rafael, tears streaming down his face. "Peace is no longer a mere dream! Without war, how could our great kingdom not thrive?"

Rafael understood exactly how Davis felt. When the six-barrel matchlock had fired 500 feet, he had nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement.

Of course, if they could manage to build the cannon carriage, nothing could stand in their way.

Rafael recalled a remark from Everett, who had said that Adrian's experiments with gunpowder and fireworks had once blown up his courtyard. It was likely that, in attempting to create the six-barrel matchlock, Adrian had also dabbled in crafting a cannon carriage.