This Mercenary Knows His Customers Inside Out

Great Asturan! In this land, the legends of elves and dragons have faded. The church relies on miracles to try to bring the gospel to every corner. Warlocks travel far and wide in pursuit of the secrets of magic. The nobles of the kingdom fought for power, and the shadow of war never dissipated. Knights are still clinging to their ancient glory, greedy mercenaries are coveting wealth and freedom, and in the remote southern islands, a black powder called gunpowder is quietly changing everything. Year 517 of the Catholic calendar. In this year, Ilumia revised the Freedmen Act, and the young queen threatened to liberate all orc slaves; in this year, Calvary, the pearl of the eastern border of the kingdom and under the moonlight, had just been granted autonomy, and the citizens rejoiced and rushed to tell each other; it was also this year that the Fountain Temple issued a terrifying prophecy—the devil is coming to the world. Cohen is not a devil, he is just a poor man who cannot return to reality, but he has no time to dwell on it now. He was thinking about how a musketeer could stuff gunpowder and projectiles into the muzzle of his gun while running fast, and then take out the damn gun and tinker with it? (Traditional fantasy, different world, mercenary team, secret society)