Gunpowder Plate Armor and the Magic Revolution

Of course, the simpler the operation, the more complex the design will be, and the more complex the design will have several huge problems.

The most important factor is the difficulty of manufacturing. As the saying goes, any weapon that is too complex to be perfect is never a good weapon. A large number of usable weapons are the main fighting force of a large army.

"What are you standing there for? Go and capture him alive!"

Monet's voice, imbued with magic, jolted the stunned officers awake: "Don't let the assassin commit suicide by poisoning himself. We also need to find out who's behind this."

"Are you all deaf? What the hell are you standing there for! Go arrest them!"

Major General Bilkin's angry shouts followed immediately.

"yes!"

The officers, after being scolded like that, finally came to their senses and immediately rushed towards the plank road, searching for the assassin's trail.

Lucas, cursing and swearing, charged ahead with his scimitar. He was seething with rage. He rushed to the two wounded assassins, stomping hard on one of their wrists and yelling, "Behave yourself! Hands behind your head! Move a muscle and I'll chop your hand off!"

But the two assassins didn't react at all.

He crouched down for a closer look and found that the assassins' heads were tilted to one side, their bodies slumped against the stone slab, dark purple blood foam was constantly seeping from the corners of their mouths, and even their pupils were dilated.

Lucas's heart skipped a beat. He bent down and checked their breathing. "It's over, they're both dead. They both committed suicide by biting poison!"

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"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Upon learning of this, Bilkin was furious, his face turning ashen. He kicked a nearby overturned cargo crate so hard that the wooden crate instantly shattered, scattering planks everywhere. "You can't even control two crippled bastards! You haven't caught a single survivor, what's the point of investigating [certain organs]?!"

The officers around him all hung their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly, none of them daring to provoke Bilkin at this moment.

Just as the three of them were burying their heads in their own mouths and enduring the scolding, a steady sound of footsteps came from behind them.

Nozer looked back and saw Dr. William walking towards them step by step, leaning on his ebony cane.

Sophie followed beside him, having already put the rifle back into the box, wrapped it in a black cloth, and slung it back on her back.

The two walked up to Norze, Lucas, and Andrew and stood there. Sophie and Dr. William bowed deeply to the three of them.

His gray hair was still neatly combed, his back was bent low, and his solemn attitude made Noze subconsciously reach out to help him.

"Dr. William, Miss Sophie, there's no need for that."

Dr. William did not straighten up, but remained bowed, his eyes behind his glasses filled with genuine gratitude. "The three officers risked their lives to protect me and my daughter today. This kindness cannot be repaid with just a word of thanks..."

"I……"

Before Dr. William could finish speaking, Norzer heard the sound of uniform leather boots pounding the ground from the direction of the port entrance, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing, growing louder as it approached.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of tax police officers dressed in dark brown leather armor with chainmail underneath, carrying round shields and long swords, and with the latest flintlock muskets on their backs, rushing in first.

Tax police quickly formed two human walls at the entrance to the dock, completely blocking the still-gathering crowd outside.

Following closely behind was a group of people dressed in dark blue naval officer uniforms, with standard military swords at their waists and silver stars on their epaulets gleaming in the sunlight. The two leading men were a naval officer with the rank of Rear Admiral and the captain of the Tax Police Corps in a black uniform.

Dozens of people followed behind the two men, their steps steady and their demeanor menacing as they walked toward the walkway where the explosion and assassination had occurred. Their manner was more like that of someone coming to demand an explanation than to investigate the scene.

Major General Bill King's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. The anger he hadn't finished venting surged up again. He gritted his teeth, spat on the ground, and cursed under his breath.

"Damn it, when this bunch of good-for-nothings got into trouble, they were nowhere to be seen, but once it was over, they were quicker than rabbits to grab the credit and shove the spoils."

Lucas echoed the sentiment, his tone equally unfriendly, "Where were those navy and tax police all this time? They weren't even in sight when the bombs were exploding so loudly."

Andrew frowned, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of guards behind the other man, and said in a low voice, "I have a feeling they're up to no good..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the naval rear admiral and the tax police chief walked up to the crowd.

The naval rear admiral glanced at the corpses, bloodstains, and wrecked trestle on the ground. His face showed no remorse, but rather an air of condescending arrogance. Even towards Bilkin, his fellow army major general, he merely gave a perfunctory nod, without even offering a salute.

"Major General Bilkin."

The rear admiral's voice was cold and hard, carrying an undisguised question: "What happened here? Why were there a series of explosions and a large-scale brawl at the core berth of the port? As the highest-ranking officer present, why didn't you immediately cordon off the area and report to the Emerald Palace?"

Noze was so angry after hearing this that he laughed. He really shifted the blame very quickly and decisively.

The tax police chief standing next to him also spoke up, his tone stiff and businesslike: "Regarding today's pier bombing and assassination, all those present, including nearby residents, dockworkers, sailors, and all officers involved, must come with us to the Maritime Administration Headquarters for investigation. No one may disobey; otherwise, they will be prosecuted as accomplices."

Conspiracy is a serious charge. Even the most clueless person could tell that these two were up to no good and were probably planning something.

Bilkin was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the funniest joke, he suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter.

The laughter was full of anger and disdain, making the rear admiral and the tax police chief turn pale and then red.

"Investigation? Where were you bunch of idiots when my men were risking their lives here, protecting Dr. Edric and fighting to the death against the assassins?"

Bilkin abruptly stopped laughing, took a step forward, and the oppressive aura emanating from him, which seemed to have risen from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, instantly spread out.

"Where were you when the bomb exploded? Where were you when the assassins were stabbing my men? Now that it's all over and the assassins are dead, you've come here with your men? I think you're just afraid of taking responsibility and are looking for scapegoats."

"You guys don't even deserve to be called the Orentia Navy? Is the reaction speed of the troops guarding Monsoon Harbor really this slow? Do you expect the assassins to kill everyone, then have sex with a few women on the dock before you guys even get here?"

"you!"

Rear Admiral Bilkin was speechless after being berated, only able to point at him with a trembling hand, "...You're insulting our navy!"