The King Of The Eastfield

The sky, painted by blue, is vibrant today as the sun illuminates greatly around the atmosphere. Crowds of people began to be heard loudly as they commenced into what looked like a big marketplace on the scene. Thousands of them can be seen clearly upon the normal view as they wove through the tents. It is a bazaar that they are entering, and now as Ruthben was among these populous crowds, he can't help but feel surprised by their amounts exceeding his expectations.

With his red hair distinguished from the rest of them; The King, alongside his guards and the scholars of The Latvindorh Republic, were seen passing through the bustling piece of tents occupied by people as they stepped into the center of the economy.

In here, you can hear the usual shouts of merchants trying to grab people's attention. Some sounded like a sailor, hoarse and deep, penetrating the combustion of people's voices. Some were just a little kid. In the end, each of them are quick-witted enough to put tension around the public to gain some form of attention.

"Get yer fine fishes from here! Sailed from the far land seas, fresh as always!"

"Cabbage! Cabbage! Would you like some, your highness?" asked a kid with yellow hair, politely doing so with a cute smile on his face.

Which did tap the attention of the king. Making him put a smile too whilst replying, "No thank you, please." Towards the kid he met, trying to put down the offer.

It is unnecessary to buy it at all, The King decides.

Which at then he did a quick glance over the products of the merchants land until that it was decided to continue his steps away from those tents.

Further away, as they walked into a distant, The King's gaze finally reflected in what looked like a Tools trade. A section of the marketplace that was a lot quieter than the rest of it for its importance being a lesser one than the other demands.

There, gadgets and accessories can be found lying on the tables of the merchant trade used for selling purposes, tailored and crafted by their own craftsmanship. These things continued to amaze Ruthben's reality for their usage of their creativity. Lips were never been light for him to say. He had to say it.

"This place is a real eyesight, yet a spectacle place for those who entered it..." complimented him, his eyes were profound with interest with each thing that are yet to not be knew, shined like diamonds did Ruthben see at them, "A magnificent view considering the people here are not afraid to showcase their talents, don't you think so my fellow loyal people?"

"Indeed your highness, we as one of The Latvindorh's citizens should be proud of this achievement as our people managed to put a practice for our technology and managed to find their way to sustain their education for something that are good purposefully," so does one of the scholars took the gratitude out of The King's compliment with such pleasures on his face. The other ones had done the same too as they have heard the King's words.

Drawn with satisfaction did The King gave after he heard their reply, he began to dig deeper on these enigmatic machines The Bazaar of Loot has to offer. In which one of them suddenly grew out his curiosity more than the others on what that invention could it be meant.

Which seemingly at first he continued the conversation with another compliment, followed by a question he made towards the leaders of this land, "It is a good thing that The Latvindorh Republic managed to excel at academy and technology whilst balancing economy. But I have to ask something to you, Drachba. What is this long wooden device am I holding here? It is something that we Eastfields never been fond of," murmured him, tone slightly adjusted to a little plea. The highest ranking of the scholars was a little bit surprised too as The Scholars had been expressing a shock hearing that news.

Because The Eastfields were supposed to know the current waves of news, Drachba murmured in his mind.

But it is a peculiar one to see after all, lengthing an arm with fine curves on what looked like a belly, it had a small metal locating below it and can be pulled out like it was a little lever for a finger of our body. And on the top of it, lies long cylindrical metals with a hole sticking out from it, small enough to put marbles and deep enough to see darkness around its length.

A fascinating object indeed, did the king's impression gave in his head. It wasn't before long that one of The Scholars gave him

"It is a musket Your Highness, a long-ranged weapon used to shoot a lead ball in it by igniting some amounts of black powder. The silver small lever below was functioned to be as a trigger to combust the action of the black powder. It is a relatively new technology inspired by our canons," Drachba replied, calm and sturdy seen through his face.

Eyes widened with disbelief drawn by The King himself, he was surprised that this invention was an astounding achievement that he didn't expect at first glance, "A canon for a handheld device?! That is an Amazing discovery! In battlefield this will revolutionize the world!" so does he complimented them again, marking a proud sense did The Scholars get after notifying their Ruthben from them.

"Thank you yet again your majesty. Although it is convenient, it is hard to take a chance when its load times were off the same like canons. Slow at loading, but powerful enough to pierce breastplates. But in a real war, reloading it can make the marksman heads bleed as they are cut off by infantry," toned down Gracle, trying to suppress his self-esteem from himself and the rest.

"I know that as well. But it is a really convenient tool to stop cavalry when they charged at war. This pierce breaking armor device should have been perfect to use to stop them. As they are the ones the reason infantries tend to lose," replied him.

It was all and well when they talked before, but their relaxation suddenly came to a stop as soon as they heard a shriek. All of them stammered by the sudden intrusion except Ruthben, who's his expression suddenly became serious by the situation as he grasped the fist of his hand, minding what could it be that made a woman scream.

"Something is wrong. I think there is a commotion in the food trade. We should investigate outside," he suggested, which all of them nodded as a sign of agreement, even though a hint of nervousness was visible from them.

Not even a second wasted, they ran towards the source, with each step muffled as they phased through the panic. People suddenly came running away from the indulgence market, difficulting their way to reach their destination as they blocked the entrance like a clog. Faces colored white and their eyes expressing fright, their mouths were wide open; pleading for the exit to be their spot avaible for them to escape. The chaos of the surroundings led to a chain of panic reactions towards people as time went

"Out of the way people! His highness wishes to see the main cause of the problem!" the guards commanded, but most of the citizens were there running like a scram of mouses, uncontrollably causing a mess to each tent they went.

Shattered and clattered the merchants items had been broke, but none of them had care of it at all.

This isn't the time to think about the wealth of merchants, it's about to think about lives, their lives. In which they tried to desperately save it when a threatening impact had foreseen them, no matter what are what it takes as long as they survived.

By then the Ruthben's group had finally managed to make it through, it is a bizarre scene as they entered in the food section of The Bazaar of Loot. Ashes suddenly appeared and there are some people who went hiding in the tents, eyes were bulged with his hands on his head, below on the table they usually hid, the team went to approach one of them on to tell the current tale.

"What happened?" Ask Drachba, his hair dark like charcoal, his face remained thoughtful on what the mess could it be.

But the man who got questioned did not respond immediately as his eyesight were on full of fear. Beside him are ashes that smell rotten, with his neck having a blood carved lined sigil finely made.

The people around there pinched their nose at the dawning of the realization, with Drachba questioning on what could the carved blood sign on the traumatized man could be, maybe he will explain to them.

But the man had only stuttered, only mumbling as he is drowning away from his sane in a drastic way, his grammar went to denial in his speech "Th-they...the-y..a-a-ar-e gone.. Hah-hah-hah," his chest felt tight, the man grasped for air as his heartbeat paced rapidly to his ribcage, his hand clenched to his chest gripping tightly as the memories of terror came flashing him one by one in speeds like a light projecting into him, and when the group tried to calm him down, Ruthben had sensed something, something that would have been their way to found the culprit.

Something else that would make their lives endangered.