Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 15: Firearms Demonstration

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"How many years has it been since I last came back? More than ten years, I suppose?" Bathed in the fading sunset, the old knight gazed towards his hometown, Alden Town.

Beside him, his attendant chuckled, "Haha, Lord Schroder must be impatient to return?"

"Just a moment ago, I was quite excited. Suddenly, I thought besides those occasional correspondences, I wonder if anyone else remembers me around the neighborhood." A strange melancholy surged in the knight's heart, and his horse seemed to sense his master's thoughts, gradually slowing down.

The young attendant reassured, "After all, it's been more than ten years. Even if they don't remember, it can't be helped. Besides, now that you're back for good, there's plenty of time for them to accept you again."

"You're right, Joyce. There's no use being sentimental. Let's face it properly. Giddy-up!" The knight dispelled his inner sadness, flicked the reins, and the horse trotted merrily once more.

"What about you, following an old man like me to this countryside place? Do you regret it?"

"Not at all. I still have much to learn from you! I won't leave until I've completely emptied your chest of hidden knowledge."

"Oh? We'll see about that..."

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"Sir Bryce, or rather, Captain Bryce, went with Lord to tackle the pirates and hasn't returned yet." Bryce's neighbor reported.

"Thank you."

After thanking them, Schroder turned to his attendant and said, "Looks like the pirate problem here has resurfaced! Well, let's first go back to the old mansion and tidy up. We'll visit again after Bryce returns."

And so, they walked towards Schroder's old mansion.

Along the way, Schroder surveyed the streets of his hometown. He hadn't paid much attention in his hurried arrival earlier, but now he noticed how neat everything had become. Even though the basic layout hadn't changed much, it had become remarkably tidy, with occasional "trash bins" placed at intervals, presumably for public garbage.

Regardless of anything else, in terms of cleanliness alone, it might even rival the Royal Street in the capital.

"Hmm? What's that? 'Boiled Water Shop'? What's that for? Is it a unique shop here?" Attendant Joyce noticed a shop he had never seen before.

"I have no idea. I don't remember such a shop ever existing." The old knight was also puzzled.

Just then, they noticed a troop coming over the floating bridge. Upon reaching Alden Island, instead of heading towards the town's main street, they turned and disappeared down another small path.

"Hmm... Looks like the outcome of the pirate expedition isn't promising." The knight and his attendant exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing involuntarily.

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"That's how it was. Your grandfather cleared our debts and sponsored me to study in the capital. Later, he even recommended me to join the Northern Legion at Long Ridge Fortress."

In the castle hall, Sir Schroder Knight concluded his introduction.

"So, you returned to Alden Town for...?"

"Once a person gets older, they think of settling down like fallen leaves, so I resigned from my military position and returned to my hometown."

Sir Schroder's words touched Paul slightly. Yesterday's failure had dampened his excitement as a transmigrator, and now he wondered if he could ever return to that "hometown" he remembered.