"We don't know, Sire. Perhaps it's just the wind passing by," Lurzan said with an arrogant shrug, dismissing the sound.
Mulkas smirked and tilted his head again when he heard a distant explosion.
"Did our units have training nearby?"
Bankar chuckled. "Perhaps they're just excited, Sire. Maybe they're testing out the new cannons and flintlock muskets that arrived yesterday."
"Good. This means our soldiers are growing stronger with the new weapons." Mulkas glanced at Bankar again. "So, did you send one of the flintlock muskets to our local blacksmith? Perhaps there's a way to improve it further?"
"Already done, Sire. The local blacksmith has been handsomely rewarded. He's currently disassembling and reassembling the musket, studying its mechanism to find a way to replicate or improve it. With enough time, we might be able to produce our own muskets without relying on Viscount Dasmen's supply."
