Adrian laughed out loud. He had not expected Kyril to come and attempt to kill them with an outdated weapon like a musket. They were even slower than his sword.

"Kyril, you're digging your grave," Adrian said coldly, "Send my regards when you meet the underworld king later."

Rozi chuckled. She pulled out a golden pistol that she had brought from her world as a memento.

Click!

She cocked the pistol, aimed at one of the musketeers’ heads, and pulled the trigger. The bullet went clean through the musketeer's forehead. He swayed for a moment before collapsing on the ground.

The other musketeers were stunned. Their hands trembled, and they could barely hold their muskets straight. Adrian seized that moment to leap up and kick their muskets out of their hands. After losing their weapons, the musketeers panicked and fled.

Kyril was dumbfounded. He had not expected the tables to turn so quickly. All of his men ran helter-skelter. Not even a single one stayed by his side.

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