Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Seven: The First Confrontation_3

Xiulote was closely watching Aweit. He was keenly aware of his mentor's mood swings, and he suddenly felt a chill. The young man pondered for a moment before stepping forward and standing beside Aweit.

The King announced the awards with a calm expression, and the craftsmen thanked him on their knees one by one before withdrawing, until the last one, a potter girl.

"Talaya, you have made contributions to the study of gunpowder! I will award you with the position of a military nobility. The Capital City's Center for Craftsmanship lacks a gunpowder craftsman like you, so I hereby appoint you as the Director of Gunpowder for the Center, in charge of managing the distribution of the army's gunpowder! This is a heavy military responsibility, subject to military law. You must be careful and not dally!"

Hearing this, Xiulote sensed trouble. He glanced at Talaya's suddenly pale face, clenched his teeth and took a step forward.