"Creak..."
"Creak..."
In a rare open space amidst the puddles, the continuous creaking of gears meshing filled the air.
On a small earthen platform stood several high-ranking officials from the Pope Country, and behind them on the path, citizens in black coats were walking forward along the road.
Occasionally, someone would stop and curiously look over here, only to be whipped on the buttocks by an elder with a twig, hurrying to catch up with the group.
"What exactly is this?" Qianqian looked at the item in Jeska's hand, somewhat puzzled.
He had never seen anything like it before.
It was a long object, somewhat like a short spear, but instead of a spearhead, the wooden shaft had a horn-shaped iron tube at the front.
This item was approximately 1.4 meters long, about two-thirds wooden handle, and one-third the iron tube at the front.
At the side where the iron tube met the wooden handle, there was a disc-shaped vessel with a spring key inserted into it.
