Firearms in a Fantasy World

Translator: Cinder Translations

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In the scorching July weather, as the evening descended upon the small city of Buteya, the day's hustle and bustle came to an end. Residents finished their work, hurrying home for dinner, or gathered in groups of three or five at the taverns, enjoying chilled beer with ice-cold water.

At the western city gate, the guards occasionally glanced up at the setting sun, hoping it would descend quickly so they could close the gates and change shifts.

It was at this moment they spotted a carriage slowly approaching Buteya from the west, accompanied by several mounted escorts.

At this time of day, it was rare for anyone to enter the city. The guards squinted and carefully observed the approaching carriage, gradually discerning its details. They noticed a flag flying atop it, depicting a fierce dragon with bared teeth and claws.

The squad leader of the guards recognized the emblem on the flag: