Lord Highlander

  Chapter 7 6. Larkin's business

  Businessman Lajin brought He Boqiang to the door of a canvas tent, and when he lifted the tent, it looked like a huge warehouse.

  Large wooden boxes are piled up one by one, and many wooden boxes have labels with different characters on the sides.

There was an unsealed wooden box at the door. He Boqiang took a look inside and saw a large leg bone lying on the bottom of the box. The leg bone was covered with black magic patterns. Those black magic patterns seemed to have Like some kind of vitality, slowly wriggling on the leg bones, He Boqiang felt dizzy just by looking at it.

   "This is a temporary warehouse for storing low-level magic materials. I will ask someone to put a wooden bed here."

  Businessman Lajin said to He Boqiang.

   "You will live here in the future, and temporarily help me guard the warehouse here. What you have to do every day is to count the materials collected. From time to time, a horse-drawn carriage will transport these materials to Handanal County."

  He Boqiang nodded.

The interior space of this tent is much larger than it looks on the outside, and there is still a faint smell of grease floating in the tent. He Boqiang crossed the piled wooden boxes and walked to the end of the tent, only to find that the place is full of swords and shields. It is a standard weapon in the military camp. I did not expect that such a small caravan would store so many military supplies.

  He Boqiang couldn't help but picked up a knight's shield from the weapon rack, held it in front of his chest, and swung it with his hands, making dull noises.

There is a row of thick Roman swords with round handles on the weapon rack. There are some simple patterns engraved on the bronze handles, but these patterns should be decorations. He Boqiang can't feel the dizziness of the black-striped magic skin on the patterns. Roman swords The blade is only less than three feet long, but it is extremely thick.

He Boqiang stretched out his hand to hold the heavy Roman sword and took it off the weapon rack. He Boqiang felt that his movements were extremely smooth, especially at the moment when he held the handle of the sword, he seemed to have a long-lost feeling. When the sword flower came, he inserted the Roman sword back into the weapon rack without any effort.

   "Do you like these weapons?" Larkin stared at He Boqiang and asked, as if he had discovered a treasure, his eyes became very bright.

  He Boqiang nodded.

Then his eyes fell on other weapon racks. In addition to a row of Roman swords, there were several daggers with dark blades in this tent. The handles of the daggers were made of brown leather, and they would definitely be comfortable to hold. , In addition, near the main pillar in the middle of the tent, there are more than a dozen Paglio spears. This is a spear made of all metal. Only heavy armored infantry will use these heavy weapons.

   Larkin seems to trust Suldak very much, and is not worried that He Boqiang will guard himself and steal himself while living in this tent full of weapons and magic materials.

   Larkin continued to ask: "Then do you know how to maintain these weapons? Just take them out and wipe them regularly, and apply some animal fat on the blades."

  As he spoke, he took out an oily rag and wiped it vigorously on a Roman sword, as if he was demonstrating to He Boqiang.

He Boqiang took the oily rag, did not wipe the Roman sword like Larkin did, but picked up a strip-shaped whetstone from the tray of the weapon rack, first rubbed it skillfully on the edge, and then wiped it with the oilcloth Wipe it carefully on the blade.

  La Jin glanced at He Boqiang with satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder vigorously and said, "Very good, you will be responsible for the maintenance of weapons in the future."

  The warehouse was full of moldy smell of rotting bones. Lajin didn't want to stay in it too much, so he took He Boqiang out of the tent, and said at the door of the tent:

"Oh, by the way, we have two meals a day. You can choose to take the food back here to eat, or you can eat together with everyone. As for the salary, it will be settled according to fifteen silver coins per week. If you are outstanding, I will give you a proper salary increase, and if you want to do it, try it first."

   Obviously, Larkin was looking at Suldak's face, and he was not mean to He Boqiang.

The weekly salary of fifteen silver coins is considered to be the upper-middle salary level of the common people in the Green Empire, but for a war zone like Handanar County, this salary is still low. This should be the salary of He Boqiang during the trial stage , there should be a slight increase in the future.

  After explaining this, Larkin merged into the flow of people in this commercial street, and chatted with the two warriors in mail armor very acquaintedly.

  He Boqiang squatted down at the door of this tent, looking at the bustling crowd in the simple market, his mind was full of confusion about the future.

  …

In front of the booth in the camp stood a knight's light shield, two daggers, three Roman swords and a Paglio spear. Gabi squatted behind the booth and yawned boredly, holding two copper coins in his hand. Even if soldiers passed by Gabi, Gabi would not sell the goods in front of the booth to those soldiers, just waiting for someone to stop.

   The standard weapons and equipment in the barracks are the property of Earl Mond Goss. Even if some weapons and equipment are damaged in battle, soldiers can go to the logistics department to replace them, but only if there is a valid reason.

However, the standard weapons are somewhat different from these high-quality weapons. If you think the standard saber is too light, the Roman sword shaped like a mallet is a good choice. After looking at it for a long time, no one came up to ask the price, and Lakin didn't seem to care much about it. Whether the street stall business is good or bad, Gabi, who is standing in front of the stall, is also indifferent.

  He Boqiang felt that Larkin didn't seem to expect the booth to make any money.

  The strong man Ulysses seemed very honest after suffering at the hands of He Boqiang, and quietly got into the tent to sleep.

The curly-haired boy Gabi turned around and waved to He Boqiang. He Boqiang walked to the side of the stall, and imitated Gabi's posture and squatted behind the stall. In addition to weapons, there were also some whetstones and other things on the stall. Nearby, there are two black-grained dermabrasions the size of a child's palm and a few dark-colored egg-shaped stones.

  He Boqiang picked up a black stone the size of an egg.

   "These are magic cores."

Gabi pointed to his own head, with a strange smile on his face, and said: "It was dug out from the brains of evil spirits, but this kind of head is a bit small, and they don't believe that there are magic crystals in it. In fact, only magic crystals are hidden inside." Crystals are valuable, in fact, buying a magic core is like gambling, if you can get a magic spar out of it, you are making money, otherwise you are buying a worthless rotten stone.”

  Gabby scratched his hay-like curly hair, then pointed to a pile of smaller magic cores on the booth, and said, "The ones here cost fifty silver coins each."

  He pointed to another pile of magic cores the size of a fist, and said, "The ones here are more expensive, about one gold coin. Many people in the military camp like to bet on this."

   Hearing what Gabi said, He Boqiang felt that buying magic cores should be similar to betting on jadeite.

Like magic, Gabi found a piece of beef jerky out of nowhere, stuffed it into He Boqiang's hand, then threw another piece of jerky into his own mouth, and said to He Boqiang, "I hope you don't mind what happened just now. Ulysses has no bad intentions, he just likes to wrestle with people."

He simply sat behind the booth and introduced to He Boqiang, "Actually, our daily work is very simple. I am in charge of looking after the booth. Ulysses has to keep vigil at night. There have been no wars recently. Only after we win the battle will we be very happy." busy."

   Gabby has a few brown freckles on his cheekbones, a high bridge of nose, but is a little thin. Like Larkin, he will start chatting endlessly: "I don't think you are from Bena..."

  (end of this chapter)