《All Hail The King (AHTK)》 The Silent Hour The surroundings are quiet... Everything is quiet; in fact, as the road only showcased their structurized bricks, with houses becoming lifeless buildings that are supposed to be lived. There is no such things like sound that can be heard from a human ear... And all of the people are eerily silent; not even a single activity can be seen on them. No footsteps, no talking''s, none. Except, if looking at above, the great sky had turned into what looked like a shaded dark sea, and clouds were beginning to form into a cumulonimbus one. Crows began to shriek, echoing the ever gloomy place. It was at that time that those signs were the clear warnings of what would happen to a village named Hameur to be the quietest creatures on earth to exist. As the period they are experiencing...is ''The Silent Hour.''... One hour to an another, at this moment, all people residing in each villages need to be careful so that they will not become a sacrificial lamb. Because by the law of the government, every village must give 3 people for the offer of the ritual. Each of them when attending to the ritual will be guaranteed to be a dead corpse... And because none wanted to become lifeless bodies by the ritual, The Authorities took a step by making those three people attending that ritual by using force. And for those people, came the group that are tasked to find the 3 people in doing so. They are known as ''The Cultists'', a religious group by the government that hunts to the very end for these 3 people. And to know of them, there are sounds of the dread carriage coming from horses hooves. It''s steps can be heard beating along the journey towards the main road and bells could be heard ringing as they came towards the entrance of the village. And when they do arrived at Hameur, not even a second waste should they do except chasing; chasing to find their targets for the individual ritual. Their steps are quick and deadly; even if the villagers could make the slightest mistake that makes them vulnerable a bit, their lives would be a hell for sure. Which in mind, people are too scared when watching the horrors of them, wandering into each places they could go. It''s not a friendly visiting, it''s an ambush yet a swarm. In which the villagers need to not illuminate their existence to not became a poor soul. That is the same to a man named Vergil. As he is an only a father throughout this old wooden house of his led him to try his best not getting swarmed by uninvited guests, but each day have passed lengthing now into two weeks have plummeted his sanity into the beneath. Which in this case now his mind is a mess like a haywire that will tie itself continuouly. And it will continue until there is a solution that could straightened it up,and one of the being examples is Death. But he doesn''t want to die, nobody will. He strived for a living and dying is such a painful thing to experience. Especially by the cult practice. After all he got his responsibilities to worry rather than just have his life go passing. And in that time suddenly Vergil had feel a thing a that made him flinched when he got woken up by words from an another person... If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. It''s voice projected soft and subtle, he couldn''t hear clear what is the subject mumbling, until goosebumps had arrived to him milliseconds after he tried to fix his ears, as the creatures attention isn''t a heartwarming kind of one... "..your tim-e...has come...And from now on..." "...your soul is mine." Uncontimplated did he turn to scan the surroundings, he only saw his son around him, in which the child is surprised for what Vergil did when he acted way more different than he was supposed to be. "What was it father? Did I scared you?" He asked In a tone of a worry, even though he was supposed to say something. And by the looks of his face, it''s not possible for a boy to do that kind of sin whispering. His father knows that a bit, but after remembering the time he is in he knows that there shouldn''t be exist this kind of scene. "You shouldn''t be here, you should hide in your spot again as the monster will lurk during this period, and he only eats young children like you. Aren''t you scared of them?" he had told his son the reason to hide because of a fairy-tale. And in age 9 years it is a normal period for them to believe those tales, as the world gave many possibilities they can offer. "I do scared of them father. But the dust of that hiding really makes me become sneezy...Ha..Ha-chuu!" But still got pushed out by his father to the hideout at the crammed space beneath a staircase, he was forced to be hidden again. But as soon as Vergil had done what it takes to protect his child, suddenly came a massive force that had been blown. Thunk! Crunch! Then Splinter! The main entrance of the door had been teared up! Opened by an axe of one of the cultist. They arrived. And with those split seconds of reaction, then came the many footsteps that are coming to the living room, drawing closer and closer as the cultists ran to find their target, in which Vergil didn''t realized too that he is also running, running from those cultists as he got chased by them from the living room. No moments are ever remembered by his mind except his escape. He needs to escape. And as soon he sees a window when he entered the master''s bedroom, he tried to phased into it through by that entrance. He smashed the window using his own body, a he took a mid-air to fall on the ground, hoping to have a landing so that his escape is an ease. But in that moment, his neck is halted by an unimaginable force! It pushed his head touching the hard woods of his bedroom and makes Vergil coughing right after the moment he was pushed, scraped by the pieces of glasses by the window which make him cry immediately, an agony for him as he tried to see what''s the source that made him turned into like this, in which in those seconds of recognition, his sane fades as he witnessed the unimaginable scene, a figure who would definitely wouldn''t have a mercy to him. Because...Right there, outside of the window, came the red-haired man with eyes demanding death to the people. His robe majestic theming white, yellow and black. And his face always had been what the folks have said before, ''a face expressing cruel disgustion''. Immediately Vergil tried to plea, he bowed down to his lowest for mercy as the followers of the king had already encircled him, the only way to be lived despite the odds "Your majesty! A-a-as the servant of your kingdom should I pleaded your mercy as am I a still caretaker of my only child! Please let me live to make him continue to glory your expanding bloodline!" Stuttered the man in his weak feet, it felt unstable this makes him fall unconsciously. But such conditions were never met with sympathy by the red-haired man''s life. But as the cultists try to surround Vergil; The King had put up a sign that makes all of them stood again before heeding his command. And the reason is because he wanted to give a word to him. In which to Vergil, maybe it''s a mercy that had happened upon him based on the chances that were supposed to be an almost zero. "We know your child is important for our civilization, and we are happy to hospitalize them for you when they don''t have their guardians. Though as for you, I had wished upon my two feets upon you that you will arise to the heavens, because what you will be in is what they call as a ''necessary ritual'' for you, a ritual that strengthens the values of belief''s so that this country will lead into prosperity. And in the end, I have hoped you have not deemed yourselves heeding for ''it''. But rather towards the other grand of it. Pawns....continue." Eyes wide in shock, he immediately tries to escape for this scene, only to got hold out by the people around him which make him continued to squeal for another chance of mercy. All of the cultists meanwhile are preparing to create a sigil around him, each giving different meanings that are cryptic and enigmatic. But Vergil have to ignore it for a second, He needs to rebail! "But my king! I don''t want to be a part of what looked like a pittiest death to me! Just give me a chance to live! Let me live! I don''t want to die!! I don''t want to di-AAERGH-EARGHHHERHH!!! AAARGHH-EAARGHHH!!!" But it is a success, black flames began to engulfing him as he screams, devouring the poor body as his flesh melts turned black liquid that stench the room. All of the cultists in there are unfazed, but it isn''t the same to Frenire, he felt it disgusted. The combination of the body horror and his scream still piercing the sky is unacceptable. But no one can save him, no one can save Vergil. Which his scream then turned into an everlasting echo, heard around all of the corners of the village, before it''s sound faded into the darkness... But in those darkness, came words that appeared out of the void. At the words seen really subtle, you cannot see for sure what it is if you don''t take a closer look. But then those words began to show themselves clearer, and if been read, those words are followed... All Hail The King, The One Who Started Tyranny... Holy Scripture: Below Should It Go Mankind, are sent to the world because of their sins that had vined into them. Indeed, they are the ones who chose a sin when we say not to, and we gave them paradise as a test they have been, and concluded them to get a punishment as it meant. God had promised you (dear people), if what you bring upon to us are good deeds, only good is what we counted and therefore should you arise to the heavens as a reward for your actions. But if coal is what you are, then hell is the place for where you are. As the fiery pits continued to burn your sins, it is a place deservingly to be your fin. That is what we have promised to Yahkuva. As the first family to be descended do they obey our words, and when they got below they never missed a prayer for a second. But as time had produced generations from them does the mind of the newer people tend to forget these promises, it''s fault would not be the time and might not be them but rather the demons. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. Purposefully deceiving with every darkness coated with kindness. As drops of water do they first got compared of, turned into a sea that will submerged every living within of. Which is why your imperfections led us to gave you an another chance to not drown on the ocean. As your actions contaminated your desires and whispered by the filthy demons, came a figure selected by us to remind you is it allowed or not. The Reminder is what you should call them, and they are the ones who will be guiding you, clearing out the haze they have reside from you. As you should obey them for being the God''s loyal leading, they are the ones who gave you an uncountable amounts of love and mercy. And O Dear Mankind! Whatever sins that has chained around you, remember that God had gave many chances around you. As the god is full of mercy, he is the only perfect being. And Remember It Mankind! When time comes there will be a period when The Reminders Cycle had vanished, and came the time of peace for the timeline within, with many people have started to believe into our sentence. But then came the cruelest times to be lived, as the demons began to control and a leader had started to live. What he lead was nothing but freedom from the heavens, and not because for the entrance of it. As his calamity will be a one kind of devastation, it is one of the biggest threats that you will have to witness. It is at that time you should prepare for yourselves, as this devastating man will try to crumble every single piece of God himself. Should you not worry a lot about it, as there will be a tide that can be turned if you are loyal to Our Hint. And it is understandable for you to get weaker in the time you live within, which is why God promised you that there will be a way to redeemed it. And Truly, God Is The Fairest Yet Almighty Towards Any Other Being. Bloom Before Rotten Before The Tyranny, Came The Reign Of Sovereignty. It is a time that truly happened, especially to a kingdom named The Eastfields. Glory by The Aihanser Castle does the influence of the King made life in there prosper. And as the doors of the castle opened, crowds of people began to cheering loudly upon their sight witnessing the appearance of their king, Ruthben II. Smiled and waved is what the action the king had done, and as the carriage got accompanied by all of the fine knight''s just below, it is a celebration that The Eastfields must love as Ruthben had done a millennial advancement to their country. Today, a republic has agreed to join forces with The Eastfields to combined under a singular entity. Once a part of their land who was separated from them turned into what it was back before then. Of course, the scholars of The Latvindorh Republic were at their happiest selves as well, and it wasn''t that long that they hink that these sort of actions benefits for the well being in the future. All along in those feelings and emotions, Frenire didn''t have that sort of relations. Still cold-blooded in his surface heat, he remained emotionless to the very own meet. But that feature didn''t need to be attentioned for long. So as the focus shifted away to the entrance of The Tower Of Proclamation, it was deemed a certain today that there will be a conclusion for the actions they have made. There, as minutes it took for the people to await their presence on it, the king finally emerged to the highest point of it, standing greatly whilst opening a scroll to give an announcement to the people of The Eastfields. All people went silent to respect him, and after the atmosphere had been felt perfect and clear, so does The King''s voice they began to hear. "I am thankful to all of you that brought some ears to listen my speech. Hereby should I speak, as the humans we are got send into this world because of our sins, we should''ve been grateful to god for giving us a chance to not repeat." Projecting with a poetic tone, he tried to convey feelings into the words he made. "Today, much has changed after the passing of our beloved Reminder, Zilkli¨¨r, as his guidance led us to believe which path is the best for you and me and he led us what actions should we took to be closer to God and him. Now, as centuries it took to be in here since the last existence of them should we be kind to say that The Latvindorh Republic are happy to open their arms towards us to be a unified kingdom. This had meant that the land we have been before is back to it''s roots again, back when Rothschild used to rule this place. Witnesses, spoke truth to this scene, as The King Of The Eastfields has speak, from now on...The Reunification Of Eastfields And Latvindorh Has Been Conclude..!" Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Gratifiyingly did the speech had end, and thus the screams of joy have been widespread around the corner as soon as Ruthben had turn it over, marking a new period of this everlasting country. But in those commotions, stood figures in black hoods at sight''s that are impossible to behold, spectating the cheers of them when many of them still stood silence. Until a hidden man broke their study with a question. "The alliance is a confidential, The Eastfields will definitely rose their power and might become an empire. So what action should we do? ", with their miniature spyglass seen, he odds the curiousity on what Their Leader will do... None of them are quick enough to answer. But one person, with a stitched skin on his fingers had told into him, "Father will probably tell us to be patient about it. And I think all of you need to use your followers body a bit to be alive from non-existent by our senses...But if anything happens, It''s all according to our plan." Stared by all the other anonymous figures, the man in question didn''t cared if he had intended to insult them or not. On his focus was only between Ruthben and Frenire, in which he smiled on how will they be in the next outcome, and in those smile he then whispered to himself, turning into a maniacal grin that he was known for. "Everything, everything goes to my plan..." *** Spread the fireworks into a distant space, night it took for them to spread off. As people''s body dancing along their feet, so does their joy are they glad to meet. In this day, night will be filled with happy intents, dancing does the people want to do as they extent. Jugs and mugs battered used for drinkings, men and women escapes their thinking''s. Travelers and other upon, threw themselves in balcony as they witness the scene. Glimmered with particles do they see, now The King himself took his eyes to have a seat. Such a wonderful view to see the colours disperse through the medium they always look. Mirroring the movements of the event, his eyes is fascinated by the show as he glanced. Things like these deserves an appreciation towards the one who had created himself. Which he remembered something at that place. There, he took both of his hands to do a pray, all he got to do is to repeat all the sins he made. And hoped that The One Above redeemed this mortals pray as he tried to speak. Tears might be upon onto his eyes, as they shined through his pupils. He said, "May my kingdom prosperity''s will be the only one to redempt my sins, The Holy One. I am indeed in a mistake that I was supposed to knew. None had knew how I was scared of you for being in the Pits of The Deaf. Forgive me God." It would''ve been a moment of silence would we see, but did then somebody had took a sight to view the king from afar. The king wouldn''t notice of his presence of course, but the man who spied him would be otherwise. All and all, we only see his back covered by an enormous sword as his front were never a view that can be think off. But from the side of his head did he sprung an action to reply The King''s words from afar even though The King wouldn''t hear him, monologuing, that is the term. But none can hear him, crowds of people heard multiplied more intense than him. So thus his lips murmured something that none can be understood of if they never heard his speaking. But then did he suddenly got called by a hooded man, who pick his shoulders to make him conscious, the yellow haired sword wielder reluctantly paced himself to walk alongside the hooded one to leave the place. All you can hear was just footsteps as they were leaving. And none knows their identity let alone purpose on this vast world, undiscovered with hidden threats that history cannot cover. All people in here do know? Is that they are trying to escape reality for now, in this night. A night full of bottles of joy, no threats and ahoy... The Only Prince Of The Eastfield Swords were drawn in the sky as it paces swinged to the side, only to meet up with an another one with a clang. It was daylight as the sun''s indicate it and all Frenire had to do is just finish the training with his cousin. Duel as they went on with Frenire''s sword being the offence, Gladormour didn''t like that much when his younger one took a staggering blow from him as Frenire spinned. "Ah, that was a bit rough. Are you doing a duel rather a training?" On and on did they go, complains were the only thing Gladormour could go. Frenire surprisingly smiled at that time when he tried to struck a blow again. "Like as if it would kill you, brother. You are way more experienced in combat than me. So I won''t go easy on you...Take that." Clash did it make, Gladormour took a step back to Frenire''s attempt, only to managed to fall off with his back heading to the ground. With an attempt did Frenire tried to touch him, as if they managed to touch a person who was immobilzed, the training will end. Only to be suprised as Gladormour recovered back from his fall by putting a hand to do a somersault, uniquely trying to prevent a defeat. Acrobatically did he do, Frenire''s frustration risen a bit by his actions sleek like a mouse movements. "You are a really a tough one to defeat, huh?", commented the younger prince. "That''s the use of skill, imatured one. You know at battlefield people will undergo insane amounts of bloodlust when they have the chance to find a prince in a battlefield. So I prepared myself for some counters.", draws an eye to tease him up, did Gladormour like to boast his talents onto Frenire. Which it did give a little bit of a turned off did Frenire feel. Stops in middle of his tracks, he closed his eyes while lowering his blade down. Eventually leading his brother couldn''t help but feel curious about what thing did boggled Frenire off for him to not drew his sword. Which after a second, Frenire gave an answer to his curiousity by giving him a statement and also a question to his brother. Seemingly deepened the conversation rather just a small talk, in his words he said. "All prince should have been staying in castles and learned that they are the ones who steps a feet, but you are very different from all of them. Because all of your actions resembled like a pawn in a game of chess. You have no sense of royalty to yourself as if you were a civilian to begin with , and you rebelled Father''s actions as if you were a real revolutionar. These sort of things didn''t match the attitude from the bloodline of The Eastfield, and this type of bloodline does not have a replacement by anyone to begin with. What makes your view different from the rest of them when you have a position that so many men had wished to be so?" A bit taken off by his words, Gladormour realized that Frenire had plague thinking of Gladormour''s attitude. Words cannot express how he felt, but he too closed his eyes to open his heart''s speech. "It doesn''t even matter if I am a King or not. What matters is what we are towards to God, that''s it. The Prophecy told us that Yahkuva was the first king but he remained his actions were as if like he was a normal human, he may have a some sense like a royal leadership towards his generation, but he still remained humble towards his family like a father figu-" "Those people, brother, are literally beings who were not populous. They can be lead easily whilst there are no big issues. But you are different, as an older prince of a country should you focus on how to rule a country, not drawing a blade to slay those villain''s day untill night. Those tasks are for the knights, not you. What happens when you enter many battlefields? If you survived then they may be praising you, but if you are dead? What is their answers? Because in my view, stupidity is the word I hunched them.", though he''d be given a checkmate, an another swing did he do to Gladormour as Gladormour tried to think what solution he can come up with. But then came a rebound from him as they train, the side was turning into Gladormour as he attempt to speak again. Which subsequently gave an another pause again towards their duel. With a smile he did and a pair of calming eyes in his face, he said, "I don''t care about their view. I will be the one on who I want to ought to be. And I don''t need an explanation for my actions. Whether stupid, idiot, brave or not... After all, you can replace me right if I got killed?" This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Then came the brightest smile he took to look at Frenire, but Frenire didn''t feel the same... Not at all... "You don''t understand about reality, all you do is fantasize...", runs towards his opponent, finally Frenire made a rushing fight towards Gladormour in a way that will lessened his resistance towards the blade Frenire struck each time he blowed, swing-clang swing-clang, the grip of the blade Gladormour hold loosened which was then released accidentally as it turned into mid-air, falling down to the ground below as the final struck did the blade got blowed. Clang did it echoed, only then fade as Frenire tried his memories to be let go. Seconds it took for the loser to take action, his hand retrieved the sword that had not ben taken. Though, it was not Gladormour now who stands upon claiming the blade, it was a trainer, in which he had took a lost after giving him a duel towards Frenire, only to be amused by Frenire''s skill surpassing him in the current. "Your Excellency, that was a stunning performance for neutralized the training!" But blank did Frenire stared at him, he had no words to say, puts his sword into the ground and leaves the scene, he managed to find himself a way to be in the castle as he entered it and tries to forget of the past within him, no need to reminiscing the one that had used to be with him. As he is The Only Prince Of The Eastfield. *** One of the most crucial aspects of The Reunification is that the King of Eastfield shall reign over both united lands. However, the scholars of the Latvindorh Republic will serve as the advisors of the governance, influencing the king''s decisions through councils for a better cause and agreements if it were meant to reach the peak of humanity. In the end, it all meant that The King''s power will be shrinken if it remains to be continued. Frenire knows this, as the scale of Monarchy tilt''s lighter than Democracy as time goes on should he know that his rulings will be unfollowed if it proceeded to be that way. King''s are the ones that make lands unite permanently throughout bloodline. If their influence was taken down and replaced by leaders who are only beneficial for only a certain cause, it will lead into a constant sense of competition towards each parties determining on their own on which of them should take control. And when some of them did dominate the country it will become almost impossible for other parties to take action to put a stop on it''s rising. This had meant the meaning of equality towards all parties will be gone and the winning one will took the country for their own purpose, not attempting to realize other beliefs or even opinions from people. Democracy then will be a meaning to rule a country based on the major one of the party, not anything else that isn''t anything but a minority for them. Which is why the system of governance must be held through bloodline hierarchy, as they aren''t used for a specific cause but rather a prosperity to make each guilts having equality. Thus, Monarchy was indeed a solution better than Democracy. But in his way of thinking did he realized that it was time for a dine for the afternoon day. He should pace his walk faster for it. Step by step, he took what it takes to pass rooms of the insides of the castle, greeted with grand chandeliers and gold design below and up above, he managed to get through to the dining table. There, a mistress had already awaited for him to introduce the food they have served. Black hair did Frenire seen, she took a bow towards Frenire''s entrance. "Greetings your Excellency, the time for the afternoon dining is now avaible. Please have a seat and enjoy the food we bring" Scents are all cozy, as it was grilled up. Marinated with honey and herbs from the purest bee''s to be prepared of. It was a slow-roasted venison tendered by it''s skin to be in a crisp of perfection. Such mouth-watering dish can led all people to try to not resist it''s temptation. But unfortunately, Frenire''s unpredictable desires cannot be realized by them even if they think they could. The waitress too would have eaten it if she wasn''t full from the meal she ate. So such things Frenire do really boggled their mind on why his mindset was clearly not the rest. He sits down on the chair they had reserved, only to gaze up upon seeing empty seats that are not yet taken. On which he prompt a question to them as he cutted The Venison, elegantly. "I am sorry for my rudeness, but where is my father, Oddete?" Responded with a surprised tone at first only to elaborate, she said, "Your Excellency, The King Of The Eastfield took a journey to Phrosphier, a capital for The Latvindorh Republic, to discuss the plans they will take to make our kingdom great again, better than before" "I see...", Frenire nods, which then he gave a permission to Oddete to might as well leave for him to enjoy peace. In her words, it seems to be that maybe light entered their eyes filled with hope to them as those kind of people speak, but of course it was quite the opposite to Frenire. His mind still undiscovered, fog of his memories continue to embody the past that had restrained him. Left and right up and down he looked, in the end what he all sees was just an empty space of chairs that was supposed to be took. Of course, the dining was such a cheerful place before. The usual discussion does emits some rays of nostalgia if Frenire wanted to remember it more. Gladormour appeared at that scene too; at that time. It was supposed to be cheerful. Now, even the slightest cut from a knife can make a sound, instances of love laughter joy were almost non-existent, maybe his father''s neverending smile still remain, but sadly...All those days where Frenire had wished he had gone back to were nothing like clouds. Nice dreams to be remembered off even though he had hated it a little bit. It was better to be before. Contemplated did his mind wander off a bit, only to continue to review the meat, the meal Frenire had took a portion had already landed to his taste buds as they meet, only then it recept the flavours as he actioned to eat. "This dish is kind of salty...", he said even though the dish was meant to be sweet and savoury. The King Of The Eastfield The sky, painted by blue, is vibrant today as the sun illuminates greatly around the atmosphere. Crowds of people began to be heard loudly as they commenced into what looked like a big marketplace on the scene. Thousands of them can be seen clearly upon the normal view as they wove through the tents. It is a bazaar that they are entering, and now as Ruthben was among these populous crowds, he can''t help but feel surprised by their amounts exceeding his expectations. With his red hair distinguished from the rest of them; The King, alongside his guards and the scholars of The Latvindorh Republic, were seen passing through the bustling piece of tents occupied by people as they stepped into the center of the economy. In here, you can hear the usual shouts of merchants trying to grab people''s attention. Some sounded like a sailor, hoarse and deep, penetrating the combustion of people''s voices. Some were just a little kid. In the end, each of them are quick-witted enough to put tension around the public to gain some form of attention. "Get yer fine fishes from here! Sailed from the far land seas, fresh as always!" "Cabbage! Cabbage! Would you like some, your highness?" asked a kid with yellow hair, politely doing so with a cute smile on his face. Which did tap the attention of the king. Making him put a smile too whilst replying, "No thank you, please." Towards the kid he met, trying to put down the offer. It is unnecessary to buy it at all, The King decides. Which at then he did a quick glance over the products of the merchants land until that it was decided to continue his steps away from those tents. Further away, as they walked into a distant, The King''s gaze finally reflected in what looked like a Tools trade. A section of the marketplace that was a lot quieter than the rest of it for its importance being a lesser one than the other demands. There, gadgets and accessories can be found lying on the tables of the merchant trade used for selling purposes, tailored and crafted by their own craftsmanship. These things continued to amaze Ruthben''s reality for their usage of their creativity. Lips were never been light for him to say. He had to say it. "This place is a real eyesight, yet a spectacle place for those who entered it..." complimented him, his eyes were profound with interest with each thing that are yet to not be knew, shined like diamonds did Ruthben see at them, "A magnificent view considering the people here are not afraid to showcase their talents, don''t you think so my fellow loyal people?" "Indeed your highness, we as one of The Latvindorh''s citizens should be proud of this achievement as our people managed to put a practice for our technology and managed to find their way to sustain their education for something that are good purposefully," so does one of the scholars took the gratitude out of The King''s compliment with such pleasures on his face. The other ones had done the same too as they have heard the King''s words. Drawn with satisfaction did The King gave after he heard their reply, he began to dig deeper on these enigmatic machines The Bazaar of Loot has to offer. In which one of them suddenly grew out his curiosity more than the others on what that invention could it be meant. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Which seemingly at first he continued the conversation with another compliment, followed by a question he made towards the leaders of this land, "It is a good thing that The Latvindorh Republic managed to excel at academy and technology whilst balancing economy. But I have to ask something to you, Drachba. What is this long wooden device am I holding here? It is something that we Eastfields never been fond of," murmured him, tone slightly adjusted to a little plea. The highest ranking of the scholars was a little bit surprised too as The Scholars had been expressing a shock hearing that news. Because The Eastfields were supposed to know the current waves of news, Drachba murmured in his mind. But it is a peculiar one to see after all, lengthing an arm with fine curves on what looked like a belly, it had a small metal locating below it and can be pulled out like it was a little lever for a finger of our body. And on the top of it, lies long cylindrical metals with a hole sticking out from it, small enough to put marbles and deep enough to see darkness around its length. A fascinating object indeed, did the king''s impression gave in his head. It wasn''t before long that one of The Scholars gave him "It is a musket Your Highness, a long-ranged weapon used to shoot a lead ball in it by igniting some amounts of black powder. The silver small lever below was functioned to be as a trigger to combust the action of the black powder. It is a relatively new technology inspired by our canons," Drachba replied, calm and sturdy seen through his face. Eyes widened with disbelief drawn by The King himself, he was surprised that this invention was an astounding achievement that he didn''t expect at first glance, "A canon for a handheld device?! That is an Amazing discovery! In battlefield this will revolutionize the world!" so does he complimented them again, marking a proud sense did The Scholars get after notifying their Ruthben from them. "Thank you yet again your majesty. Although it is convenient, it is hard to take a chance when its load times were off the same like canons. Slow at loading, but powerful enough to pierce breastplates. But in a real war, reloading it can make the marksman heads bleed as they are cut off by infantry," toned down Gracle, trying to suppress his self-esteem from himself and the rest. "I know that as well. But it is a really convenient tool to stop cavalry when they charged at war. This pierce breaking armor device should have been perfect to use to stop them. As they are the ones the reason infantries tend to lose," replied him. It was all and well when they talked before, but their relaxation suddenly came to a stop as soon as they heard a shriek. All of them stammered by the sudden intrusion except Ruthben, who''s his expression suddenly became serious by the situation as he grasped the fist of his hand, minding what could it be that made a woman scream. "Something is wrong. I think there is a commotion in the food trade. We should investigate outside," he suggested, which all of them nodded as a sign of agreement, even though a hint of nervousness was visible from them. Not even a second wasted, they ran towards the source, with each step muffled as they phased through the panic. People suddenly came running away from the indulgence market, difficulting their way to reach their destination as they blocked the entrance like a clog. Faces colored white and their eyes expressing fright, their mouths were wide open; pleading for the exit to be their spot avaible for them to escape. The chaos of the surroundings led to a chain of panic reactions towards people as time went "Out of the way people! His highness wishes to see the main cause of the problem!" the guards commanded, but most of the citizens were there running like a scram of mouses, uncontrollably causing a mess to each tent they went. Shattered and clattered the merchants items had been broke, but none of them had care of it at all. This isn''t the time to think about the wealth of merchants, it''s about to think about lives, their lives. In which they tried to desperately save it when a threatening impact had foreseen them, no matter what are what it takes as long as they survived. By then the Ruthben''s group had finally managed to make it through, it is a bizarre scene as they entered in the food section of The Bazaar of Loot. Ashes suddenly appeared and there are some people who went hiding in the tents, eyes were bulged with his hands on his head, below on the table they usually hid, the team went to approach one of them on to tell the current tale. "What happened?" Ask Drachba, his hair dark like charcoal, his face remained thoughtful on what the mess could it be. But the man who got questioned did not respond immediately as his eyesight were on full of fear. Beside him are ashes that smell rotten, with his neck having a blood carved lined sigil finely made. The people around there pinched their nose at the dawning of the realization, with Drachba questioning on what could the carved blood sign on the traumatized man could be, maybe he will explain to them. But the man had only stuttered, only mumbling as he is drowning away from his sane in a drastic way, his grammar went to denial in his speech "Th-they...the-y..a-a-ar-e gone.. Hah-hah-hah," his chest felt tight, the man grasped for air as his heartbeat paced rapidly to his ribcage, his hand clenched to his chest gripping tightly as the memories of terror came flashing him one by one in speeds like a light projecting into him, and when the group tried to calm him down, Ruthben had sensed something, something that would have been their way to found the culprit. Something else that would make their lives endangered.