Chapter 79. Fortress

JACOB

“Your Majesty, this is an experimental weapon, as the seller himself told you. Don’t trust it,” one of my soldiers began to say, looking at one of the crossbows I had tried to use.

“Yes, I’ve already heard that,” I replied curtly. I didn’t need any more warnings. Just hearing the salesman’s sermon had been enough.

In my view, the visit to that illegal arms store as civilians had been a resounding success. We had obtained all kinds of objects that were of great use, making them a good option at that moment when time was pressing.

We were already approaching the house, the supposed “fortress,” that the old man had spoken of so much while he was drunk. If I crossed paths with him again, I would probably kill him. That man was too despicable to forgive his life just like that.

I bought the most dangerous explosives, the ones that had to be thrown as far as possible once activated because of their high impact. With that, I hoped to knock down even the