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Firearms in a Fantasy World

Transmigrated as the young Earl of a declining noble family, Paul Grayman sets out to take his territory to the peak. Armed with the knowledge of the modern world, he will create firearms, paper, porcelain, industrial tools and much more. Follow Paul, as he treads against the currents of time, fighting Noble Lords, Secret Magic Organizations, Magical Races and a Corrupt Church, ushering in the age of industrialization in the backwater world... ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hey Guys... So W3BN0V3L rejected my C0NTRACT request... They didn't specify why... So if you want to support me for my work... Please join me on P@TR30N.C0M/CinderTL And remember it's /CinderTL, I lost the former account because I don't remember the email it was made on... READ UPTO 200-250 Chapters AHEAD ON P4TR30N... The updates here will still be coming regularly... hopefully...

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Could It Be That I’m Not the Protagonist?

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Earl Grayman, I am about to leave for Gabella. Before I go, I must trouble you one last time."

Sitting in the reception room was Mond Landon, a scholar from the Mage Tower who had visited a few days ago. Paul had thought he would leave the Northwest Bay directly after taking Kevin from prison, but he hadn't expected him to come back.

Accompanying him to the lord's manor was Mond's "fellow townsman" from Gabella—Betty.

"Mr. Landon, is there something else you need? Do you want to take another prisoner?"

"Oh no. This time, it's just to say goodbye."

The scholar's response puzzled Paul. They had only met once, so it seemed odd for him to make a special trip to bid farewell.

Even Eileen, who was sitting beside him, found it strange. After Mond and Kevin had their reunion at the Flying Dragon Pavilion, Mond took Kevin home, and now, just a few days later, he was back in Alden Town asking Eileen to bring him to see Paul again. Could it be that they had become fast friends after just one conversation?

Mond Landon looked at Paul with admiration and said, "In the past few days, I've toured your territory, and everything I've seen indicates that you are an extraordinary lord."

Touring? Wait, could he be gathering intelligence?

Paul was startled but then felt reassured. Besides the fact that Mond was Betty's acquaintance, no spy would deliberately walk into a trap like this.

Could this guy be here just to flatter me?

"I saw the bustling ships in the harbor, the thriving market activities, the exquisite items in the shops, and... the iron products. There are schools for commoners' children, and the farmers mentioned a machine that can quickly harvest grain, oh... and public toilets and baths. People say these are all your achievements."

"Haha, Mr. Landon, you flatter me."

Mond shifted the topic, "Earl, how confident are you about winning the war against Duke Maltz Kent?"

This guy's thoughts are quite unpredictable, it's hard to keep up.

Paul shook his head and said seriously, "Mr. Landon, first, I need to correct your terminology. Maltz Kent is merely an [impostor]; his ducal title is illegitimate. We have the late Duke's personal letter and his brother's testimony."

Mond apologized, "I misspoke, please forgive me."

Paul then said, "As for the war against Maltz Kent, I'm 100% confident we will win. If it weren't for that rebellion, my army might have already reached Sente City."

Mond agreed, "Just by looking at how the people in your territory don't show signs of hunger, I believe so too. I'm curious, how did you manage that?"

Before Paul could answer, Eileen chimed in, "It's simple. By canceling those ridiculous taxes and cracking down on price gouging, the common people had more money to buy food."

Over the past year, Paul had abolished a series of taxes that seemed absurd to him as a transmigrator—taxes on livestock, poultry, dogs, brewing, marriage, and so on. Apart from salt miners like Kevin, most of the residents' "disposable income" had increased, which further promoted the development and prosperity of commerce.

Mond pondered, "After defeating the Kent family, you'll surely become a dominant force in the Northwest Bay."

He had thoroughly investigated the Battle of Biddeburg, where Paul's army had evidently played a decisive role.

Paul quickly waved his hand, "I dare not hope to dominate the situation in the Northwest Bay. Besides, we still have His Majesty the King. How could I overstep my bounds?"

He did not notice that Eileen's lips curled into a beautiful smile when His Majesty the King was mentioned.

"Earl Grayman!" Mond's expression and tone suddenly turned serious, making both Paul and Eileen alert.

"Whether you wish it or not, you will undoubtedly hold significant power at that time. This power could come from your authority, your army, or simply your prestige, but it is definitely a force to be reckoned with. And this power must neither be abused nor be neglected."

Mond spoke with a moralizing tone, which made Paul slightly uncomfortable. However, he did not show it and merely looked at him with a puzzled expression.

The scholar continued, "Do you remember our previous conversation? I believe—only a wise ruler or leader has the right and capability to wield this power."

Oh, is he trying to advise me to be a wise ruler? Paul thought.

He picked up his cup and said, "Haha, Mr. Landon, actually, our views are not entirely opposed. Why should we separate heroes from the people? Don't you think many times heroes are also part of the people? I will certainly try to move in that direction…"

Mond interrupted, "Exactly. But what I want to ask is… in the future, when a great hero appears, will you support him or, further,—pledge your loyalty to him?"

"Pfft!" So it's not about me. Paul spat out the water he had just taken a sip of, "W-what? What do you mean by that?"

Before Mond could answer, Eileen, looking troubled, reminded him, "Senior Mond, Earl Grayman is a vassal of the Aldor Kingdom. He already has someone to be loyal to—His Majesty Rodney XVII."

Mond maintained his serious expression and said solemnly, "When the prophesied end comes, whether it's the kingdom, the empire, or the duchy, or any alliance, they will all become meaningless. Old bonds will only become burdens and obstacles in the face of ultimate justice—our culture, ethics, and morality must continue to exist—none of that matters."

These words left Paul and Eileen stunned. What prophesied end? What ultimate justice? This sounds so cliché.

But Mond Landon's expression didn't seem like he was joking at all.

"Even if it means sacrificing what we currently hold dear—family, affection, friendship."

He turned to Eileen with a hint of pity, "Betty, if everything you cherish is sacrificed for the sake of ultimate justice, would you stand against justice?"

Eileen, stunned, replied, "I... I don't know... Senior, I don't understand what you're saying."

Paul, with a face full of questions, asked, "Can you be a bit clearer?"

Mond did not elaborate, continuing, "You will understand when the situation develops further. Betty, Earl Grayman, you are both good people. I advise you—don't resist the tide of history. Instead, follow it and integrate into it. We can only overcome the crisis by uniting as a whole under the leadership of the savior. That's all I have to say. I bid you farewell."

He bowed to Paul, glanced at Eileen, and turned to leave the reception room, leaving the two of them staring blankly.

"Betty, does your senior have something to do with some cult?"

"I... I've never heard him speak such strange words before. What has happened in these years?"