Lord of Hyranza

Chapter 15 14. Merchant Larkin
The sky is full of stars at night in Handanall Forest Farm.

The mountain wind blew away the summer heat during the day, and a whimper of a leopard cat could be heard from time to time in the woods in the distance.

The merchants in the temporary street market put away their stalls, and there are only tents that are not neatly left along the road. Only the open-air tavern at the end of the street market has not closed. The magic column lamps with moonstone wicks are lit around the pub. This open-air tavern opened in On the grass on the slope, it consists of three tents. The owner mainly deals in home-brewed ale and some simple food.

The table in the open-air tavern is a few tree stumps that the tavern owner brought back from the forest farm. On the table, you can clearly see the circles of tree rings. The mottled bark around the tree stumps was stripped off by sharp tools, and then painted by the tavern owner. layer of varnish.The bench is even simpler. The ready-made logs in the forest farm are sawed in half from the middle, and four wooden legs are nailed to it, so they become benches.

But it was so late, and the guests who were still drinking here were almost not soldiers in the military camp, but some merchants who had collected stalls in the street market.

There is still a curfew in the barracks, and those who dare not risk being punished drink here.

The iron fork of the barbecue 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. The charcoal under the barbecue is about to burn out, and the last few charcoal are buried in silver. Only when the wind blows, will a spark emerge from the charcoal ashes.

The table was filled with empty wine glasses. He Boqiang was spreading a crispy baked oatmeal on the table, placing a few pieces of lamb shank roasted on the outside and tender in the inside, and then carefully folding the baked oatmeal in half. The crispy baked oatmeal made a 'click' sound, the cracked crumbs and the fat of the lamb shank splashed on the table, and he took a big bite. This should be the first decent meal He Boqiang came to this world. Food.

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 Tarappang. He said it was made of sterling silver, and the hilt was wrapped with a thin rope made of uru grass. This thin rope not only absorbed sweat, but even if the grip was stained with blood, it would not slip.

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 illusion.

Larkin held a large wooden cup full of ale in his hand, and his face was flushed, and he said to a bearded merchant drunkenly: "Look, it was this sword that cut off the head of the native chief. , the epee made by this stacking forging method will change from bronze to dark red after absorbing the blood of the enemy. Do you see a trace of blood red in the texture of the blade?"

The bearded businessman was also flushed with drinking, his eyes fixed on the Roman sword on the dining table, and he asked in surprise, "Is this really the sword that cut off the head of the native chief?"

Larkin hurriedly picked up the Roman sword and said proudly, "How can it be fake? What we businessmen talk about is integrity."

After speaking, Larkin took the heavy Roman sword and chopped it down towards the edge of the dining table. The blade was deeply embedded in the wooden pier, so that the drunk Larkin could not pull it out. In the end, it was Ulysse. Si helped the boss solve this problem.

Larkin finished the last sip of ale in the cup, and then he waved to the tavern owner who was sitting by the tent entrance, indicating that he wanted to settle the bill.

At this time, the bearded businessman stood up, held down Larkin's hand, and said to the tavern owner: "I'm serving us two... oh no, four beers, this meal is still early for me, and I have recently There is no war, we can sit down and drink slowly."

The tavern owner poured out four glasses of beer from the barrel without a word, and let the young shop assistant in the tavern bring it to He Boqiang's table.

After drinking for a while, the bearded businessman finally asked Larkin, "Do you sell this sword?"

Larkin raised his head drunkenly, shaking his head like a rattle, and said decisively to the bearded businessman: "I will keep such a good sword and take it home, and hang it on the wall of the house to decorate the living room, fool. will sell!"

The bearded businessman grabbed the hand of the businessman Larkin, 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 homes, and we are all from Osorno County, since everyone is from the same town, you must help each other when you are in trouble. The food I brought from Osorno this time was not less than silver, but there was nothing else to gain. If I To be able to bring home such a Roman sword that symbolizes victory, those friends at home will definitely envy me very much..."

Larkin hesitated, but still said: "Ottotada, I still have several brand-new Roman swords in my tent, all of the same quality, and they are good and cheap..."

The bearded businessman named Ottotada seemed to be reluctant to reason with Larkin, patted the table and said, "I just like this one, I like the texture of this sword."

Larkin looked a little embarrassed, rubbed his forehead, and said to Ottotada: "Well, I think maybe you wake up tomorrow, maybe you won't think so, maybe you should calm down."

"I'm pretty calm already."

Ototada burped a long burp, had a beer belly, and had the outline of a stout dwarf, though he was much taller than a dwarf.

Larkin said drunkenly to Ottotada, the bearded merchant, "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 benefits of all the items around him, which is the most admired by He Boqiang.

In the days following the end of the battle against the indigenous people, Larkin first sold the Fanqi long staff in the hands of the indigenous leader captured by He Boqiang to a magic material merchant in this street market, and then sold it. The tattered animal hides were plucked from the natives and sold to a tanner in the street market, and now even the Roman sword that killed the native chief was about to be sold by him.

He Boqiang still felt a little pity for the Roman sword and wanted to keep it.

Since killing those few indigenous people, He Boqiang has a feeling of rushing in his heart these days, as if the blood of battle in his body has fully awakened, and only when he holds the Roman sword can he feel that he is real.

However, before coming here, Larkin promised He Boqiang that if he could sell the Roman sword, he would not only give He Boqiang a brand-new Roman sword, but also a small round shield covered with iron, so He Boqiang felt that this The transaction is still worth it.

(End of this chapter)