Chapter 220: Sale's pitch

15th July 1574

"What… Just what is this thing… No, how much does it cost, and how many of those rifles can you sell?!"

I didn't need to wait for the proper reaction almost at all. The moment Kristina managed to wash off the shock of what she just witnessed from her face, she opened her mouth, yet in the end, it was an inconspicuous attendant of hers that managed to best her.

"Excuse me?"

Not sure how I should react to this outburst from someone no greater than a simple servant, I sent a quick glance at the host of this meeting, only to see her put a wry smile on her face. 

"Sir brother, meet Onfar Maget, one of our dear friends and commanders of our personal army. To be quite honest, in terms of military, I value his opinion far higher than my own."

As Kristina introduced the man to me, I lost all my qualms holding me back from properly respecting him. Stepping forward two steps, I pushed my hand forward, offering him a proper greeting.