At night in the forest farm in Handanar County, the sky is filled with stars.
The mountain breeze blew away the heat of the day, and from time to time the whimpering of an ocelot could be heard in the distant woods.
The merchants in the temporary market put away their stalls, leaving only untidy tents along the road. Only the open-air tavern at the end of the market has not been closed. Magic pole lamps with moonstone wicks are lit around the tavern. This open-air tavern is open at
There are three tents on the grassy slope. The owner mainly sells home-brewed ale and some simple food.
The dining table in the open-air tavern is a few tree stumps that the tavern owner brought back from the forest farm. Circles of tree rings can be clearly seen on the table. The mottled bark around the tree stumps was peeled off with sharp tools and painted with paint by the tavern owner.
A layer of varnish. The benches are even simpler. The ready-made logs in the forest farm were sawn in half from the middle, and four wooden legs were nailed to them, turning them into benches.
But it was so late, and almost all of the guests still drinking here were not soldiers in the military camp, but businessmen who had closed their stalls in the market.
There is also a curfew in the military camp, and those who dare not risk being punished drink here.
The iron fork of the barbecue grill is pierced through a leg of lamb. The cooked lamb leg meat has been cut three times repeatedly, and the lamb leg bones are exposed at the edge. The charcoal under the barbecue grill is almost burned out. The last few pieces of charcoal are buried in the silver
Among the charcoal ash, only when the wind blows, will a spark appear.
The dining table was filled with empty wine glasses. He Boqiang was spreading a piece of crispy baked wheat cake on the table, placing a few pieces of roasted lamb shank that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and then carefully folded the baked wheat cake in half.
The crispy baked wheat cake made a soft "click" sound, and the cracked cake crumbs and the fat of the lamb leg splashed on the table. He took a big bite. This should be He Boqiang's first decent meal in this world.
gourmet food.
There is also a Roman sword with a sharp edge on the table. According to Larkin, this Roman sword was hand-made by the most famous blacksmith in Tarapagan. The texture on the blade is fine and even, and the silver-plated mouth is literally cut into it.
He said it was made of sterling silver, and the hilt was wrapped with a string made of Uru grass. This string not only absorbs sweat, but will not slip even if the handle is stained with blood.
Although the blood stains on 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 imagination.
Larkin was holding a large wooden cup filled with ale in his hand, and his face was flushed. He drunkenly said enthusiastically to a bearded businessman: "Look, it was this sword that chopped off the head of the indigenous leader."
, after the heavy sword made by this stacking forging method has absorbed the enemy's blood, its color will change from bronze to dark red. Can you see if there is a trace of blood red in the texture of the blade?"
The bearded businessman was also drunk and his eyes were red. He stared at the Roman sword on the dining table and asked in surprise: "Is this the sword that really cut off the head of the indigenous leader?"
Larkin quickly picked up the Roman sword and said proudly: "How can it be fake? What we businessmen talk about is integrity."
After saying that, Larkin picked up the heavy Roman sword and slashed it towards the edge of the dining table. The blade was deeply embedded in the wooden pillar, making it impossible for the drunken Larkin to pull it out no matter how hard he tried. In the end, it was Ulise who
Si helped the boss solve this problem.
Larkin drank the last sip of ale in the cup, and then waved to the tavern owner who was sitting at the entrance of the tent, indicating that he wanted to pay the bill.
At this time, the bearded businessman stood up, held down Larkin's hand, and said to the tavern owner: "He's serving us two glasses of beer... oh no, four glasses of beer. I'll treat you to this meal. It's still early, and there's been a lot of trouble lately."
There is no fighting, we can sit down and drink slowly."
The tavern owner poured four large glasses of beer from the barrel without saying a word, and asked the young waiter in the tavern to carry them to He Boqiang's table.
After drinking for a while, until both of their faces turned red, the bearded businessman finally asked Larkin: "Do you want to sell this sword?"
Larkin raised his head drunkenly, shaking his head like a rattle, and said decisively to the bearded businessman: "I want to keep such a good sword and take it home and hang it on the wall to decorate the living room. You fool.
Only then can I sell it!”
The bearded businessman took the businessman Larkin's hand, with a very rich expression on his face, "Larkin, let me tell you! Look at our friends, we are all businessmen who have left their hometowns, and we are all from
Osorno County, since we are from the same hometown, we must help each other when we encounter troubles. The grain I transported from Osorno this time was exchanged for silver coins, but there was nothing else. If I
Being able to bring home such a Roman sword that symbolizes victory, my friends at home will definitely be very envious of me..."
Larkin hesitated, but still said: "Ototada, I also have several brand-new Roman swords in my tent, all of the same quality, high quality and low price..."
The bearded businessman named Ottotada seemed unwilling to reason with Larkin anymore. He slapped the table and said, "I just like this sword. I like the texture of this sword."
Larkin looked a little embarrassed, rubbed his forehead, and said to Ottotada: "Well, I think maybe if you wake up tomorrow, you won't think so. Maybe you should calm down."
"I'm already very calm."
Ottotada let out a long wine burp and had a beer belly. His body profile was like that of a stout dwarf, but he was much taller than the dwarf.
Larkin drunkenly said to the bearded businessman Ottotada: "Oh, well, since you insist on..."
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I have to say that Larkin is a very qualified businessman. He can maximize the profits of all the items around him. This is what He Boqiang admires most.
In the few days after the battle to suppress the indigenous people, Larkin first sold the long flag staff captured by He Boqiang from the indigenous leader to a magic material merchant in this street market, and then sold it to a magic material merchant in this street market.
The tattered animal skins were stripped from the indigenous people and sold to a tanner in the market. Now even the Roman sword that killed the indigenous leader was about to be sold by him.
He Boqiang still felt a little sorry for the Roman sword and wanted to keep it.
Ever since he killed those aborigines, He Boqiang had a feeling in his heart these days, as if the fighting blood in his body had fully awakened. Only when he was holding the Roman sword did he feel that he was real.
However, Larkin promised He Boqiang before coming here that if he could sell this Roman sword, he would not only give He Boqiang a brand new Roman sword, but also give him a small round shield covered with iron, so He Boqiang felt that this