But it turned out that there was no such possibility.
Arthur feigned a look of slight surprise, first turning the handgun over to look at the dark barrel, then looked up at the laughing faces opposite him.
"Mr. Victor, would you mind explaining to Sir, he seems to be in the dark."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor, I shouldn't have laughed, but seeing his face as if resigned to death, I just couldn't hold it in."
Victor cheerfully tipped his hat to Arthur: "Brother, I must say, it was my fault to have doubted your identity as a Knight before. At least judging by the scene just now, you were quite brave and intelligent. You tricked them into putting down their guns, but planned to shoot first?"
The detective agency employees posing as Royalists also dropped the act and joked: "Sir, you really are the quintessential Middle Ages English Longbowman."
Arthur slowly regained his composure upon hearing this, then took out a match to light a cigar, as if trying to calm his nerves.
