Kakarte finished his busy day and returned to his resting place from the fields.
He seemed to be in a very happy mood. Even after a busy day, his steps were so light. It was as if working attentively in the fields could make him forget the misfortunes and sorrows he had suffered during this period.
As soon as he stepped through the door, the servants quickly followed his footsteps, holding trays and bringing food and drinks that smelled of grease, cheese and wheat into his palace. They were gently placed on the long tables on both sides of the aisle.
On the desk.
Kakarte casually waved his hand to signal the slaves to exit. He didn't care about the soil in the field, casually grabbed a piece of pie from the tray and ate it.
He chewed heavily, and at the same time looked at the tall and bright space left by Sanders again, and nodded.
"It's good. Sanders's men are not all trash. This place is good. No matter how high the thatched shed is, it is still a woolen shed. How can I be happy in a place built like a temple? This guy, leave us alone
How can I live in such a comfortable place despite my life and death? It’s much more comfortable than that stone house in Gruwuart.”
This space was extremely tall, and Carkarte felt that even if he showed his prototype, he would not feel cramped. Obviously Sanders had considered this when he built this place. He raised his head, and the walkway made of steel cross arch beams in the air continued.
The rotunda extends into the distance.
The alchemy lamps hanging on the cross arch of the walkway shine on the stone horizontal grids on both sides, neatly revealing many beautiful book spines inlaid with gold and blue, gold and silver staggered text, which refracts the light.
In this aisle, it looks brilliant and bright.
Kakarte liked this place. When he first occupied this place, every time he passed by this corridor, he had a feeling that he had sublimated and embarked on the road to becoming a god. So much so that this place became his reflection.
My favorite place to pace back and forth when I have questions.
He was slightly reluctant to leave the aisle and walked into a circular vaulted hall. The 256 crystal lamps also hanging illuminated the hall brightly. In this empty circular hall, there was a huge
, suitable for him to rest on after recovering his body.
After all, when moving in a human body, although the consumption is reduced, the recovery speed is also reduced - not only do you eat less, you even sleep poorly, and you are always half asleep and half awake.
He tore off the linen robe on his body and walked onto the platform where the couch was placed. His body suddenly became illusory. It was as if the elements that made up the body suddenly turned into smoke, expanded several times and then solidified together. From the smoke,
His true form was revealed - a muscular giant made of steel.
Kakarte sat on the huge soft bed made of soft wool and nodded: "Tsk, tsk, this guy has the most dealings with humans. He is not good at fighting, but he is very good at enjoying himself. Where is Elder?
Elder! Let the kitchen bring my dinner!"
The sumptuous food that seemed to be enough for a dinner table before could only be regarded as appetizers after he regained his size. Although he did not want to admit it, Kakarte had long suspected that this reduction in size was the result of his ancestors facing the cold winter and food.
The method of reducing consumption in times of scarcity was developed as a response to food shortages - greater sanity was an unintended by-product.
While he was looking forward to the food, Elder put his hands behind his back and walked out of the low passage on the side with a troubled expression - the tall main passage did not allow slaves to pass without incident.
"What's going on today?"
Kakarte asked casually. After waiting for a while but no reply, he turned his head and stared at Elder with his eyes that were now as big as bells. Elder began to sweat on his forehead. He was bigger than himself.
Being stared at by many times the size of the creatures, one can imagine the pressure. However, he still persisted and said:
"My lord, why don't we think about this problem again after we finish eating."
"What's on your hand?"
Kakarte is not worried that it is some boring assassin trick, or rather, that would be great if it is!
"I sincerely hope..."
"Stop talking nonsense and talk quickly."
Elder had no choice but to take out the scroll he was holding behind his back and presented it to him.
Kakarte didn't answer. He looked at the familiar scroll blankly, as if there was a poisoned dagger hidden in the scroll - no, it's worse than this!
I am not afraid of these methods. This scroll cannot take away my life, but it may take away the lives of the warriors in my tribe who have been greatly reduced in number!
He felt that his appetite suddenly disappeared, and a heavy shadow that he had deliberately forgotten through distraction during this period once again fell over his head.
Just because this scroll didn't need to be opened, he knew it was sent by Ulgrult. This scroll made him worried: every time he saw this kind of scroll sent by Gruult in the past few days, he always felt like it was sent by Ulgrult.
Nothing good happens.
After waiting for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and sighed: "Read it, read it now!"
After saying this, his cheerful face became more and more gloomy, and even the wrinkles on his face became a little deeper.
"to……"
"Skip the nonsense and get straight to the business."
Elder unfolded the scroll and just after reading a word, Kakarte's impatient voice, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, sounded again. Elder quickly scrolled the scroll a few times, looking for the serious part.
He picked out the important content among the decorative words mixed with false sentiments:
"With the warmer weather, the intrusion on the western front has become more and more intense again. I understand your difficulties. You should take care of your wounds first and give birth to more cubs. But please use more uniform weapons and equipment first. The weapons you purchased last time are of extremely high quality.
Good, but the loss is huge, please be sure to try to buy another batch immediately."
Elder closed the scroll.
"That's it?"
Kakarte suddenly raised his head.
"You just want some equipment, so we can get the shopping done quickly?"
Eld nodded affirmatively, unfolded the scroll and faced Kerkart.
Kakarte's sharp eyes moved on the scroll, and his ice-like expression gradually melted. When he finished reading, he burst out laughing: "Haha, if he needs something, just give it to him. We don't have to die."
! Elder! Ask the kitchen to add two more cows to the roast for me! Let others go, and you stay! Can the deal in Syracuse still be done?"
"Of course it can be done. I heard that the alchemist has prepared ten thousand one-handed broadswords. As long as we agree to the location of the trading point, the freight can be delivered immediately!"
"Ten thousand one-handed broadswords? Are you kidding me about this number? Where did he get it from? Or some inferior cast iron sword?"
This number was beyond Karkart's imagination, and he did not believe that this thing was a fine forged sword.
"I didn't believe it when I first heard about it, but the mages assured me that even if these 10,000 one-handed broadswords are not made of fine steel, at least they are not made of inferior cast iron by alchemists."
"Forget it, as long as it's a piece of iron, we want it. It's better than wood and stone axes anyway. Anyway, it's given to Gruwuart's slaves to use, so there's not that much fuss. I understand Gruwurt.
He is really short of things when he says this. If we delay any longer, including the transportation time, all of his slave soldiers will probably die. Then the Holy Land will no longer be able to be defended!"
Having said this, Kakarte waved his hand: "Come here."
The two lowered their voices and discussed quietly.
Soon, Elder walked out of Kerkalt's palace along the main passage. He looked back at the splendid walkway, then turned back and walked towards a carriage waiting at the door.