Lord Helanza

The sky is full of stars at night in the forest farm in Handanal County.

The mountain breeze blows away the summer heat during the day, and the sobbing of an ocelot comes from time to time in the distant woods.

The merchants in the temporary market put away their stalls, and there are only untidy tents left along the road. Only the open-air tavern at the end of the market has not been closed. The all around of the tavern is lit with the magic lamp of the Moonstone wick, This open-air tavern is open on the slope of the grass and consists of three tents. The owner mainly deals in home-brewed ale and some simple food.

The table in the open-air tavern is the tavern Boss moved back from the tree farm. A few tree stumps can be clearly seen on the tabletop. The mottled bark of the stumps all around is stripped off by sharp tools. It was painted with a layer of varnish by the tavern boss. The bench is even simpler. The ready-made logs from the forest farm are sawn in half from the middle, and four wooden legs are nailed to them, so they become benches.

But it's so late, and the guests who are still drinking here are almost not soldiers in the barracks, but some merchants who have closed their stalls in the market.

There is still a curfew in the military camp. Those who dare not risk being punished drink here.

The iron fork of the grill is wearing a leg of lamb. The roasted leg of lamb has been repeatedly cut three times, and the bones of the leg of lamb have been exposed at the edge, and the charcoal under the grill is about to burn out. The last few pieces of charcoal are buried in the charcoal ash of the silver, and only when the wind blows, a trace of fire star will appear.

The dining table is full of empty wine glasses. He Boqiang is spreading a crispy roasted wheat cake on the table. On top of it, he put a few pieces of lamb leg roasted to the outside and tender inside. Cautiously folded the roasted oatmeal in half, the crispy roasted oatmeal gave out a light sound of'ka ka', the crumbs of the crumbs and the fat of the leg of lamb splashed on the table, and he took a big bite fiercely. This should be He Boqiang. First decent meal to this World.

There is also a sharp-edged Roman sword on the table. According to Larkin, this Roman sword was made by the most famous blacksmith in Tarapa. The silver gulping mouth was literally made of sterling silver by him. The hilt was wrapped with a string made of Ulu grass. This kind of string not only absorbs sweat, but also won't slip even if the grip is stained with blood.

Although the blood stains of the Roman sword have been wiped clean, there is still a faint smell of blood on the sword, but He Boqiang thinks this may be his illusion.

Larkin is holding a large wooden cup full of ale, his face is red, he drunkly said to a bearded businessman enthusiastically: "Look, it's this sword that cuts After losing the head of the indigenous leader, the heavy sword created by this stacked forging method will change from bronze to dark red after absorbing the blood of the enemy. Do you see if the texture of the blade has a trace of blood red "

The bearded businessman also drank his eyes red, staring at the Roman sword on the dining table, and asked in surprise: "This sword really killed the indigenous leader. Head?"

Larkin quickly picked up the Roman sword and said proudly: "There can be fakes? Our businessmen talk about integrity."

After that, Larkin picked up the heavy Roman sword moved towards the edge of the table and chopped it down, and the blade was deeply embedded in the wooden pier, so that the drunk Larkin could not be pulled out no matter what, Ulysses helped the Boss solve it in the end This problem.

Larkin finished the last sip of the ale in the cup, and looked towards the tavern boss who was sitting at the entrance of the tent beckoned and signaled him to check out.

At this time, the bearded businessman stood up, held Larkin’s hand, and said to the tavern boss: “I’m serving us two glasses...oh no, four glasses of beer. I’ll treat you this meal. It’s still early, and there has been no war lately. We can sit down and drink slowly."

The tavern boss poured four large beers from the barrel without a word to make the young shop in the tavern. The buddy brought it to the table on He Boqiang's side.

After drinking for a while, when both faces were flushed, the bearded merchant finally asked Larkin, "Do you sell this sword?"

Larkin was drunk. Lifts the head, shaking his head like a rattle, he said decisively to the bearded businessman: "I have to keep such a good sword and take it home and hang it on the wall of my house to decorate the living room. Only fools will sell it. !"

The bearded businessman grabbed the businessman Larkin's hand with a rich expression on his face, "Larkin, let me tell you! Look at our friends, everyone is a business away from home. People, we are all from Osorno County. Since everyone is from the same hometown, we must help each other in troubles. The grain I brought from Osorno this time is often exchanged for silver bars, but There is nothing else. If I can bring home such a Roman sword that symbolizes victory, my friends in the family will definitely envy me..."

Larkin hesitated, but still said, "Otto Tada, there are several brand-new Roman swords in my tent, all of the same quality, and of good quality and low price..."

The bearded businessman named Otto Tada seemed unwilling to fight again. Larkin made sense, patted the table and said, "I like this one. I like the texture of this sword."

Larkin looked a little embarrassed, rubbed his forehead, and said to Ottoda: "Uh , I think maybe you wake up tomorrow, maybe you don’t think so, maybe you should calm down."

"I'm already very calm."

Otto Tada After a long alcoholic hiccup and a beer belly, his body outline looks like a stout dwarf, but he is much taller than a dwarf.

Larkin drunkly said to the bearded businessman Ototada: "Oh, well, since you insist on..."

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No Not to mention that Larkin is a very qualified businessman. He can maximize the benefits of all the items around him. The most important point is what He Boqiang admires.

A few days after the end of the battle to encircle and suppress the native, Larkin first sold the banner and staff in the hands of the indigenous leader that He Boqiang captured to a person in this street market. The magic material merchant, again, took the ragged animal skins from the native and sold it to a leatherworker in the market. Now even the Roman sword that killed the native leader is about to be sold by him.

For that Roman sword, He Boqiang still feels a little regretful and wants to keep it.

Since killing those natives, He Boqiang felt a begin to stir in his heart these days, as if the blood of battle in his body was fully awakened, only when he was holding the Roman sword. I am real.

But before coming here, Larkin promised He Boqiang that if he could sell this Roman sword, he would not only give He Boqiang a brand new Roman sword, but also give him an iron-clad one. Small round shield, so He Boqiang thinks this transaction is still worth it.