before he was crowned king

The projectile wrapped with oil-soaked buckskin slices was loaded into the muzzle, the man's finger pulled the trigger, and the flint rushed to the fire door, which ignited instantly.

With a sound of "bang", a group of birds in the woods soared into the sky, and a few wisps of light white smoke drifted out from the muzzle of the gun, and the reverberation of the explosion echoed in the empty training range.

The man in the black and gold suit looked straight ahead, saw the apple standing on the stake shattered to the ground under the powerful impact, raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly lowered his hand holding the gun.

There were several clapping sounds behind him.

"Precise marksmanship." The blond man stepped forward, took the short | gun with both hands, then took out the prepared towel, and handed the moderately warm black tea to the other party, "Do you need to rest for a while now?"

"Xion, I'm not as weak as you think." Mars looked at the people around him with a helpless expression, "and our purpose today is to let you learn basic shooting skills, but you have been busy here Prepare afternoon tea for me?"

"Sorry, Senior Mars." Sean admitted his mistake quickly, without any excuse.He followed the rules. Although His Majesty Mars always treated him as a friend, his own words and deeds always abided by the duty of a servant.

"Okay, let's hurry up." Mars put the bone china cup on the dining car, put his hand on Sean's shoulder, and led the people to the side of the shooting range, "Where is the gun I gave you?"

"Here." Sean took out the gift Mars gave him from the leather case.

"Well, let me think about it. To be honest, it's the first time for me to teach others." Mars touched his chin, "Come on, let's start with the posture of holding a gun."

"See the circle in front of you? That's an aiming device. What you have to do is make your eyes, the sight, and the target line up."

Sean raised his hands steadily. Unlike ordinary beginners, he was proficient in archery and had extensive experience in aiming at prey.

"Can you hit it by doing this?" Sean asked softly.

"Of course not." Mars was stunned for a moment, and then laughed a few times in his throat, "You will find out by trying it yourself. Even for experienced soldiers, it is very common to hit the head and the foot. Don't even think about it." Too much, whether you hit it or not, you try to pull the trigger first, a lot of people experience fear with a gun for the first time, it’s always a step.”

Sean didn't say a word, his breathing slowed down. He knew that the gun would throb violently when he fired, so he held it tightly in his hand, as if the short | gun was a part of his body's precise arrangement.

"Huh? You hit the target the first time? You are really surprisingly talented!" Mars patted Sean's stiff shoulders, his tone a little surprised.

"It's probably a coincidence." Sean shook his numb hand. It was much more difficult to use the flintlock than he had imagined, and the aiming deviation was far beyond his expectation.

Then there were two more shots, none of which missed the target, and what shocked Mars even more was that Sean's hit was getting closer and closer to the target.

"Xion, are you sure this is the first time you touched a gun today?" Mars looked suspiciously, he couldn't believe that someone could master a brand new skill so quickly.

Sean's eyes drooped slightly, his wrist holding the gun trembled unnaturally, and he pulled the trigger again with his fingertips.

"Well, it seems that my luck has come to an end." Sean lowered his gun with some regret.

This time he missed the target.

"Your performance is already very good among beginners." Mars looked back, smiled and comforted, "I also practiced for half a year before I hunted my first prey in the wild, which was about ten years old. It was a hare with very long ears, and I remember how happy I was."

Sean also smiled, "It seems that you like hunting very much?"

"Ah, I like it." Mars rubbed the gun in his hand, "Whether it's hunting alone or collecting all kinds of guns|guns, I enjoy it. By the way, you have to take good care of the gun I gave you. Keep it, it was originally a birth gift I dedicated to the Queen this year, and it is also the first trophy in my life, and it is also a unique treasure in my collection."

Sean looked down at the elegant short|gun in his hand, he didn't expect this gift to have such an important meaning.

"This is too precious..."

Sean was about to speak, but Mars interrupted as if he knew what he was going to say.

"Keep it well, Sean, I don't want to see it now. If you feel pressured, just keep it for me. Maybe someday in the future, I will take it back from your hands." Mars snapped Pat Sean on the shoulder, and walked to the shooting range, "Take a break, it's me."

Sean put the short | gun back into the leather pouch, and while he was sitting on the wooden pier waiting, he found someone riding a horse behind him.

Sean glanced at Mars who was shooting earnestly, stood up and faced the rider, and after a while neighing, the horse's hooves with iron blocks came to a stop near Sean.

"Don't you know to get out of the way?" The man on the horseback said in an unfriendly tone, "Do you want to be trampled by the horse?"

"Senior Lambert." Sean saluted slightly, "I believe in your excellent riding skills."

Lambert snorted noncommittally: "Why are you stopping me? Are you trying to show off His Highness's favor to you?"

"I never thought about it that way. It's just that His Highness is preparing to shoot." Sean explained, "I'm worried that the sound of the gun will disturb the senior's horse."

Lambert twitched the corner of his mouth, said no more, turned over and got off the horse.

"Senior Lambert, what's the matter here?" Sean asked while holding the horse rope.

"Can't I come to His Highness while you are here?" Lambert's tone was very unhappy, "Do I need to make way for you now?"

Sean can naturally feel the tit-for-tat in Lambert's tone, and now he has replaced the other party's position next to His Royal Highness in the past, which is also what he expected.

"Senior Lambert came all the way to think about something very important, please wait a moment." Sean has become accustomed to Lambert's hostility, and he was about to turn around to notify, but he was stopped by Lambert again.

"No, I'll go find His Highness myself." Lambert raised his arm to block Sean's way.

"I'll go with you." Sean slowly raised his head, looking directly into Lambert's eyes.

Lambert stared at the not-so-strong young man in front of him, and clenched his back molars slightly.He didn't know what the courage was to support the other party to continue standing here against him. He couldn't be more clear about it. He was obviously just a commoner boy with no background, who didn't even know magic.

He didn't know how he was inferior to the other party.

"You bastard..." Lambert lowered his voice. He stepped forward and approached Sean, his arms with long veins grabbed the lapel of the school uniform, "Stop provoking me."

"I hope you don't do this." Sean glanced at his wrinkled school uniform, turned his head to look behind Lambert, and said softly, "Although I don't know why Senior Lambert is always hostile to me, maybe the middle There is some misunderstanding, but no matter what, I think we should behave peacefully in front of Your Highness. Your Highness doesn't like people who make trouble, what do you think?"

"Your Highness... Can you come up with some other excuses besides moving out of His Highness? Sean Miller." Lambert's tone was mocking, "Or are you nothing without His Highness?"

"Indeed. I belong to His Highness. Where His Highness is, I am." Sean turned his face, without the slightest expression of being offended, "Senior Lambert, where are you going after you leave His Highness?" Woolen cloth?"

"When did I say that I was leaving His Highness!" Lambert couldn't help being furious under the stimulation of words, and growled at the young man's expressionless face, "You want to drive me away? You can give up the idea as soon as possible Now, the person His Highness trusts the most will always be me. I will never let you, a talkative guy, stay by Your Highness's side."

"what are you guys saying?"

Mars' voice suddenly came from behind, and Lambert's ferocious face froze at first, and then he let go of his clenched hands.

Sean took a step back, and straightened his skirt without any trace when he raised his hand to salute: "Your Highness, Senior Lambert is showing me his newly ordered gold cufflinks."

"Oh? Cufflinks?" Mars was a little surprised, looking back and forth between the two.

Lambert's complexion was not good, and he was even more shocked.Although what the other party said was pure nonsense, he did change a brand new cuff button today.He didn't expect the other party to notice such a small change.

"We are indeed talking... about the cuffs." Lambert looked at His Royal Highness beside him, and bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, I have something important to tell you."

"What's the matter? Tell me." Mars took off the leather gloves.

"Your Highness, it's about the mercenary group." Lambert stopped in the middle of speaking.

Mars paused, then handed the glove into Sean's arms, "That's all for today, Sean, you can go back to the academy in my carriage first."

"Yes." Sean nodded without showing any emotion, and bowed respectfully and retreated.

Seeing His Royal Highness dismiss the blond young man, Lambert's mood returned to normal, and the uncontrollable desire to win in his heart finally calmed down.

He raised his head and was startled, only to see Mars staring at him quietly, as if he had seen through all his thoughts.

"How are things going?"

"Those people are already under control." Lambert bowed his head. "We have obtained a lot of strong evidence, including evidence that is sufficient to prove His Royal Highness Fern's connection with the case of Nexco Village."

"Very good." Mars said lightly, "I want to meet these people, are they in your father's mansion?"

"Yes, father has been strictly interrogating these thugs according to your order these two days, hoping to get more useful information from them." Lambert said softly.

"Let's go, go to your mansion, I want to meet Earl Shelter." Mars turned and said.

Lambert nodded. He knew that His Highness had already made up his mind. He untied the horse rope tied to the tree stump. He stood by and helped Mars step on the shiny stirrups, and followed the horse out of the quiet shooting range.