Benjamin was sitting in his usual corner of the workshop, surrounded by tools and metal parts. In front of him, the detailed sketch of the pistol Miguel had designed was carefully spread out. He was attentively observing each line, every annotation made with precision, and he felt the weight of responsibility in his hands. This weapon was something never seen before, an innovation that could change the course of future battles.

  The mechanism of the pistol was intriguing. Miguel had designed a system known as a "trapdoor," where a small door at the top of the breech of the weapon would open to allow the insertion of a cartridge. After firing, this door would open again to allow the removal of the empty cartridge and the insertion of a new one. The concept was simple, but the execution would be complex, especially considering the limited resources they had available.

  Benjamin analyzed the sketch more closely, imagining how the mechanism would work in practice. The key would be to ensure that the door moved smoothly, opening and closing with a simple motion. He would need to forge small, precise parts, which would require meticulous work with the metal. The idea of working with such a delicate mechanism was both exciting and challenging.

  He thought about the structure of the pistol. The main body would be made of wood, a lightweight material but strong enough to withstand the impact of the shot. Benjamin knew he would need the help of a carpenter to carve the body of the weapon with the necessary precision. He recalled the carpenters who had recently arrived. It was time to rely on this new expertise.

  Benjamin also considered the metal parts that would be essential for the pistol's functioning. The trigger, the barrel, and the trapdoor mechanism itself would have to be forged carefully, with each piece needing to fit perfectly with the others. He knew he would need to use the same type of steel he had used for the cartridges, ensuring the weapon's durability and efficiency.

  As he reflected on the challenges he would face, Benjamin felt a wave of determination. He was willing to put all his effort into this project. He stood up, preparing to gather the necessary materials and speak with the carpenter who would help him build the pistol's body. This would be a job that would require patience, skill, and a lot of precision, but Benjamin was ready for the challenge.

  With the pistol beginning to take shape in his mind, he felt the excitement grow. This was just the beginning of something much bigger, something that could define the future of the kingdom of Drakmoor.

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  Benjamin was in the workshop, carefully reviewing the sketch of the wooden body of the pistol. Miguel's detailed notes, with all the measurements and specifications, were spread out on the workbench. He knew he would need a skilled carpenter to carve the wood exactly as needed.

  Late in the afternoon, Benjamin went to the carpentry workshop where Marcus worked. When he arrived, he was greeted by one of the carpenters recommended by Marcus, a man with calloused hands and keen eyes.

  "I'm Benjamin, son of Arthur. Marcus spoke highly of you," Benjamin said, extending the sketch. "I need someone to work on the wooden body of this pistol. It's a crucial piece and needs to be done with precision."

  The carpenter took the sketch, examining it carefully. The lines marked on the paper showed where the wood should be shaped to fit perfectly with the steel parts. "Interesting project," said the carpenter, with a look of curiosity. "I've never worked on something like this, but I think I can handle it. It will take about three days to be ready."

  Benjamin nodded, thanking the carpenter. "I appreciate it very much. The wood needs to be sturdy but light enough not to hinder handling."

  "Leave it to me," replied the carpenter, already imagining how he would start the work. "I'll use a good piece of oak; it's strong and easy to work with. I'll make sure every detail matches the sketch."

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  The two shook hands, sealing the deal. Benjamin returned to the workshop, knowing that now it depended on the time and skill of the carpenter.

  Three days later, the carpenter returned to Benjamin's workshop, carrying a finely carved piece of wood. He carefully placed the pistol body on the workbench. "Here it is. I made it exactly as the sketch described."

  Benjamin took the piece of wood, turning it in his hands to inspect the work. The carpenter had done an excellent job; every curve and notch were perfect. "This is incredible, exactly what I needed. Thank you very much."

  The carpenter smiled, pleased with the recognition. "I'm glad you liked it. Now it's up to you, young blacksmith."

  After the carpenter left, Benjamin placed the pistol body on the workbench next to the steel parts he had already fabricated. He still had the task of finishing the trapdoor mechanism, the most delicate and complex part. The small pieces were challenging, but nothing he couldn't handle with patience and precision. He took a deep breath, knowing that each step brought him closer to a weapon that could change the course of battles for Drakmoor.

  With tools in hand, Benjamin began working; every hammer strike and every adjustment needed to be perfect. At the end of another long day, he knew he was close to completing this monumental task.

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  Benjamin spent the following days immersed in his work in the workshop, determined to finish the pistol that Miguel had designed. Each piece required absolute precision, and he knew that any mistake could compromise the weapon's functioning. With the carved wood already ready and the steel parts he had shaped, all that was left was to perfectly assemble everything.

  To begin, he needed to fabricate small screws, something he wasn't used to doing. When he saw the sketch, he was impressed by the complexity of these pieces. They resembled nails, but the threading around them made them much more sophisticated. Each screw needed to fit perfectly into the holes he had prepared in the wooden body of the pistol. He also had to fabricate the necessary tools to tighten these screws. It was a meticulous process that required patience and skill.

  Day after day, Benjamin was creating, adjusting, and finally, assembling all the pieces. He started with the trapdoor mechanism, the central piece of the pistol. Carefully, he fitted each component in place, testing the movement of the door that would open to insert the cartridge. Then, he worked on the trigger, ensuring it was positioned correctly to function with minimal effort but with safety.

  The small screws were placed one by one, securing the mechanism in the wooden body. Every turn of the tool he had made especially for this was done with the utmost care, avoiding overtightening and risking cracking the wood, or under-tightening and compromising the stability of the weapon. When all the main components were assembled, he inserted the barrel, securing it firmly with a few more screws.

  Finally, Benjamin looked at the completed pistol in his hands. It was a piece of art in its most lethal form. The polished oak wood shone softly in the torchlight, while the forged steel gave the weapon an air of power and resilience. He turned the pistol in his hands, examining every detail, looking for any imperfection. He tested the trapdoor mechanism, opening and closing it, listening to the soft click that indicated everything was in place. He pressed the trigger several times, satisfied with the smoothness and precise response he had achieved.

  Benjamin was amazed by what he had created. It was the first weapon of this type he had made, and the feeling of success washed over him. The pistol not only worked perfectly but was also beautiful in its simplicity and elegance. He knew he had accomplished his task with excellence and that Miguel would be pleased with the result. After days of exhausting work, Benjamin allowed himself a moment of pride, admiring his creation, knowing that he was about to present Miguel with something that could revolutionize Drakmoor's defenses.