Knight and Wand

Chapter 26 The Girl Who Loves Swords
The three people in the windmill were sleeping soundly and did not wake up until noon the next day.

If the sunlight coming in through the windows and the leaks in the roof had not been so blinding, they would probably have been able to sleep soundly until the evening.

A few people reluctantly got up from their beds, yawning, tidied up their blankets, ate some dry food, and then left the mill.

After washing their faces by the river, Leon and his two companions used the cork "toothbrushes" they bought from the village to clean their teeth that had not been brushed for many days.

Yes, a toothbrush.

Leon didn't know whether toothbrushes were invented in the Middle Ages on Earth in his previous life, but at least in this world, whether in the Serrian folk or in the local Orlando village, people all had toothbrushes, but their appearance and materials were different.

For example, the hunter family that originally owned this body used to use cheap animal hair brushes produced by a small workshop in the Rolandar market.

According to the description Leon heard from Azerien during the conversation, the toothbrushes used by the noble families of Serrian looked closer to the modern styles on Earth.

However, the so-called "toothbrush" bought in the local small village is much simpler in shape than the previous two.

The brush head in your hand is made of bundled cork strips, more like a stick of wooden strips tied together.

It is easy to use. Just hold the small exposed part of the brush head vertically to brush your teeth. If the brush head becomes broken or dirty due to long-term use, cut off the front section and rub the new section to make a new brush head.

It seems that even if we are not an industrial society with advanced science and technology, we still cannot underestimate the hands-on wisdom of the working people.

After rinsing his mouth with the clear stream water, Leon immediately felt refreshed.

"I wanted to ask you two yesterday, but you fell asleep." He sat on a rock and began to discuss the next plan with his friends.

"I want to go to the town that the old blacksmith mentioned and see if I can sell this sword. I don't have to wrap it in cloth and travel with it. It will always be targeted by people with bad intentions. What do you think?"

"That's your trophy. I have no objection, but it's a pity. We are unfamiliar with the place. Even if we find someone to buy it, the other party will deliberately lower the price because we are young."

Lohak looked at the rag package and felt a pang of pain at the thought that this top-quality, gorgeous sword might be sold at a huge discount.

"There's nothing we can do. After all, we are in urgent need of money. By the way, Azerien, you are from a noble family and have always been knowledgeable. Can you estimate how much this sword is worth?" Leon turned around and asked.

He has the memories of the original owner and knows some prices in the Kingdom of Serian.

In the city of Rolandar, a good quality longsword on the market costs about three to four Serian gold coins.

But that is the price of currency in the ordinary market, which obviously cannot be used as a reference for this noble sword.

The gold craftsmanship on the hilt of this sword and the gems inlaid on the end of the counterweight are worth an unknown amount.

Azerien thought for a moment and gave a rough estimate: "I can't estimate it exactly, but it won't be less than a hundred gold coins at least. Dwarven steel is a very precious metal."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Leon's heart still beat faster after hearing the valuation.

One hundred Serian gold coins is undoubtedly a huge sum of money, whether for commoners or ordinary minor nobles.

I just don't know what the exchange rate is between Serrian and the Northern Kingdom's coins. How many locally circulated gold crowns can be obtained with one hundred Serrian gold coins?
Of course, having a rough idea of ​​the price is not enough. What worries Leon more now is that he has no channel to sell the sword.

Just take the sword to the street and sell it at the market like Yang Zhi selling knives in the Water Margin?
Once such a valuable item is displayed, it will probably attract a lot of people to watch, which will cause more trouble. You know, Yang Zhi didn't sell the sword in the end.

Leon thought about it and felt overwhelmed.

In the novels I read in my previous life, if the protagonist wanted to exchange treasures for money, he could easily find a so-called "auction house" from every corner.

But in today's world, whether in the original owner's memory or Azerien's experience, there is no such extremely convenient upper-class trading organization.

The so-called auctions are only often seen in societies with developed commodity economies. From Leon's perspective, most places on this continent are probably still at the level of feudal manor economy.

"How about asking the old blacksmith? Maybe he knows some connections in the city. He's a local after all." Azerien suddenly suggested.

"Go find him? I think the blacksmith doesn't like us very much. He might even try to cheat us." Lockhak curled his lips.

"It shouldn't be that serious. We're just asking for some advice. Besides, if we know where the suitable buyer is, we can leave as soon as possible. And he wants us to leave quickly." Leon thought he could give it a try.

"Or should we ask Miss Olivia to help us ask?" Azerien said.

"Good idea." Leon nodded.

"Just as I said. Look, isn't that her?" Lohak had sharp eyes and just happened to see the blonde girl walking on the field road not far away.

Without thinking, he stood up and raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Hey! Olivia!"

Leon raised his hand speechlessly to interrupt the big fool's greeting: "Stop shouting, be polite, let's just go over there, why are you calling him around?"

"Oh, that's right." Lohak put down his hand and scratched his head.

Olivia naturally heard Lohak's call from a distance. She turned around and looked. When she saw the three foreign friends she met yesterday, she raised her hand and waved, then turned and walked towards Leon and the others.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

Olivia greeted them, "How was your rest last night? I just happened to want to go to the windmill to see you guys later."

"Thanks to the blanket and quilt you lent us, I slept well yesterday."

Leon sincerely thanked the other party for his help, and then continued to ask: "I actually want to ask you for a small favor, Miss Olivia." The girl tilted her head curiously: "If there is anything I can help you with, please tell me."

Leon honestly told the police that he wanted to go to a nearby town to sell the sword.

However, to Leon's surprise, Olivia frowned and thought for a while, then gave him an answer that was somewhat unexpected.

"I'll go ask for you, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. My father probably won't be able to give you any advice."

Leon was puzzled: "Why are you so sure?"

"In fact, my father has never left Selva as far as I can remember. And I heard from the adults in the village that he was like this even before I was born, when my mother was still alive. He doesn't know anyone in the nearby towns at all." Olivia explained regretfully.

Leon suddenly realized and had to give up: "I see, okay, then we'll think of a solution ourselves."

"It's okay, I will still go back and ask for you, in case he still remembers those friends from many years ago." The girl smiled but didn't say anything final.

"Thank you for your help." Leon nodded.

“Come to think of it, you were planning to sell the sword.” Olivia suddenly sighed and looked down at Leon’s waist.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Leon didn't know why she seemed so regretful.

The girl raised her head, and her beautiful green eyes flickered.

She seemed to be thinking rapidly.

After hesitating for a long time, Olivia looked around, as if she was afraid of being seen by others.

After confirming that there were no other villagers around, she turned her head, suddenly put her palms together as if praying, blinked her eyes and looked at Leon, and whispered: "Can I ask you a favor?"

Seeing her sudden pleading look, Leon was confused: “Please tell me, I just don’t know how to thank you for your help.”

He was also curious about how he could help her.

"Can I...can I see that beautiful sword of yours?" The blonde girl closed one eye and asked cautiously.

Leon raised his eyebrows: “That’s it?”

"Yeah! Is that okay?"

Olivia's tone became a little excited.

"What do I think it is? It's nothing, just a small matter." Leon was amused.

He untied the bandage, removed the sword from his belt along with its scabbard, and handed the sword over.

"Well, watch it if you want."

The weapon was indeed a beautiful work of art, and Leon thought it was normal that the girl would like it.

The blonde girl's expression became visibly happy.

She solemnly took the gorgeously decorated and noble sword with both hands, her bright eyes flashing, and she seemed particularly excited.

".It's so beautiful." Olivia couldn't help but caressing the sword guard and the handle that felt so good.

Even though Leon was just watching, he felt that she seemed to be glowing with excitement, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

As a fan of cold weapons, he fully understands the admiration when seeing a beautiful cold weapon.

But the girl's happiness seemed to go far beyond her appreciation of the sword or the craftsmanship of the ornaments on it.

Rather, he seemed to be happy to be able to touch the sword itself.

"Do you like swords as weapons?" Leon asked.

"Yeah!" Olivia nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice, squinting her eyes, her tone full of happiness.

"I seldom get to touch a real sword. My father never allows me to do so." Halfway through her speech, the girl woke up from her happiness and realized that she had let the cat out of the bag. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Leon.

"Huh?" Leon was full of question marks.

"Don't tell my father, he won't let me play."

Olivia was a little embarrassed and a little nervous.

"Why? Afraid you'll get hurt?" Leon asked.

"I don't know. I probably won't get hurt. Anyway, he won't allow me to touch real weapons. If he saw me, he would definitely hit my palm with a wooden ruler again."

The girl instinctively retracted her hand as she spoke. It was obvious that the lesson was no joke. She was really hurt by the beating.

(End of this chapter)