Next to the stables of the Tignets barracks, Art stirred the wheat paste in the copper pot with a wooden spoon and asked Ron, who was sitting on a broken wooden bench drinking porridge, "Ron, how are your legs, can you walk?" ”

"Sir, it still hurts a little, but it's much better. What kind of grass did you smear me? My wound healed quickly. Ron was curious about Art's treatment of wounds with mashed weeds.

"Ron, if you don't want to be burned on the cross by the church inquisition, you'd better not ask." Art had always been cautious about using this "infidel" healing technique, and having lived in this world for three years, he knew the methods of the Church to deal with the so-called "infidels", and he was afraid that he would be found out and sued by the Church, which would cause him trouble.

Art stepped forward to open the linen wrapped around Ron's leg, looked at the healing of the wound, and said, "Ron, since your leg injury is almost healed, we will have to go back to the valley in a day or two." ”

"Sir, Bass and Kazak should also arrive in Tignac, why haven't they caught up yet?" Ron was a little worried that the two guys had taken the money and ran away.

Art was even more worried that something would happen to the two of them on the way, "Wait a little longer, we'll go back to the valley after the last big thing." ”

"Okay sir, we've been out for a month, and I'm starting to miss my parents and Camille, and I don't know how they're doing."

"Don't worry, no one can threaten them by hiding in the barren valley, and besides, there is enough food in the wooden house." Art reassured.

While the two were talking, Otto walked out of the storehouse next to the lord's hall, came to the side of the two of them and said, "My lord, the grain store north of the city last night went to the robber and stole hundreds of pounds of wheat, but fortunately we did not deposit it in the grain store. Now I have pulled the grain cart and all the belongings into the official warehouse, but the steward of the official warehouse is really dark, and he actually wants to charge us two phenniels for the care. ”

In the past few days, the three of them have spent the night at the stables of the barracks in Tignats, and Odo has slept on the grain cart with his tomahawk in his arms at night, for fear that the grain will be stolen.

"Two phenils is two phenils, it's better than having the food stolen. Odo, after a while, you go to the free market in the south of the city to buy a large clay pot for porridge. Is the money enough? Not enough for me to give you another point. Art commanded Odo.

"That's enough, my lord, you still have a dozen pfennig left in the money you bought me yesterday for farm tools." As he spoke, Otto walked over to the copper pot in which the wheat paste was boiled, picked up the wooden bowl, and scooped a large spoonful.

"Ron, you come with me to the barracks' weapons depot in a moment, the weapons that Lord Pierre allocated to us should be picked up, I'm afraid it won't be easy to get after a long time."

.............

In the small room next to the arsenal, a fat-headed, big-eared treasurer flipped through a small piece of parchment bearing the seal of Viscount Pierre handed over by Art.

"Lord Steward, is there a problem with this weapon transfer order?" Art asked softly.

The steward glanced up at Art, and sneered contemptuously: "There is no problem with the weapon allocation order, but recently, Lord Pierre has been continuously recruiting young and strong homeless people as soldiers to defend the city, and I am afraid that there will not be enough weapons in the treasury~" As he spoke, he glanced at the money bag on Art's waist.

If you don't understand this, you're a stupid donkey.

Art turned his back, took off the money pouch at his waist, took out three Fennig from it, took out two more with a ruthless heart, turned around and handed them to the steward.

The steward got up and checked a few copper fennigs of good color in his hand, and suddenly his eyebrows were overjoyed, and his face suddenly changed to a smile: "Presumably you are the patrol officer who just went to work, right?" Mistress Pierre has ordered the arsenal to prepare a batch of weapons for you, and this morning, the sheriff wants to replace the weapons he has prepared for you, and I have left them for you. ”

Art cursed the sheriff and followed the steward to the arsenal.

The arsenal was the heart of the Tignets barracks, a stone-walled house with a locked iron gate, and a spear-wielding soldier standing guard at the door.

The vault did seem a little empty, with long and short iron spearheads, notched swords, short-handled hand axes, semi-circular iron helmets, leather armor, long hook knives, hammers and other weapons and armor scattered on the weapon racks, and the most striking thing was a few crossbows on the wall and bundles of arrows neatly stacked in the corners.

The steward led the two of them to a corner, pointed to a bundle of iron-tipped short spears and a few broadsword battle axes in the corner of the wall, and said, "Lord Border Patrolman, these are the weapons that Lord Pierre has allocated to you, please take a look." ”

Art nodded to Ron, who stepped forward and counted them carefully, and it was indeed eight short spears, a broadsword, two battle axes, and a heavy hammer.

As he was leaving with his weapon in hand, Art stumbled upon a large iron spearhead in a broken wooden box. Art handed Ron the short spear in his arms, walked over to the broken wooden box, picked up a spearhead and looked at it, these iron spearheads were replaced by some worn spear tips or broken spear shafts, which belonged to scrap weapons that needed to be remade or forged.

Art picked up a spearhead and wiped the sharp blade with his thumb, his heart lit up, he got up and pointed to the broken wooden box and said to the arsenal steward: "Lord Steward, these are all discarded weapons that need to be reheated after being replaced, right?" ”

The steward nodded, "yes, yes." ”

Art was overjoyed, took off the money bag on his waist and looked at the steward with a smile, and said, "Now, these old spearheads have been sent to the blacksmith's furnace in the barracks, haven't they?" As he spoke, he found a handful of Finney......

In the end, Art spent fifty pfennigs to choose ten iron spearheads that could barely continue to be used at the price of scrap iron, and the arsenal steward, who tasted the sweetness, recommended a few sets of shabby winter clothes and armed clothes to Art, and Art of course bought them one by one......

When Art and the two returned to the barracks with a large bundle of weapons on their shoulders, Otto was carrying a wooden spoon to add wheat paste to the wooden bowls of the two men sitting in front of the copper pot.

That's right, they are the two Bass and Kazak who have not come to Tinets for a long time to meet.

Seeing Art coming, the two hurriedly put down the wooden bowl, got up and took off the rag felt hat on their heads, bowed to Art, and said, "My lord, we are late, and we are willing to accept the punishment." ”

Art put down his weapon and motioned for the two to sit down, and asked, "Why are you so late, what happened on the way?"

Kazak touched his hair and said with some embarrassment: "My lord, we met a few robbers on the way here, in order to avoid those guys, we bypassed the avenue, and knot~ ended up going the wrong way, and we went around a long way to the west before we found our way to Tinets." ”

"And how did you find here?" Ron asked.

"I asked the guards who were guarding the city, and he said that the newly arrived Inspector lived in the barracks of the city. So we went all the way there. Bass replied.

"Alright, it's time for you to arrive, and we'll leave Tignets a day or two later."

Seeing that Bas and Kazak were carrying two large bowls full of wheat cereal, Art asked, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

Bas looked at the wooden bowl and said embarrassedly, "It was just served, and I haven't had time to eat it yet." ”

"Okay, don't eat, we're all together today, I'll take you to the tavern in the city for a good meal."

As he spoke, Art instructed Odo: "Odo, you take Kazak and send these weapons and materials to the official treasury, and then come to the free bison to find us." ”

"Ronbass, let's go to the tavern first."

With that, he led Ron and Buzz out of the barracks and towards the largest tavern in the city......

............

It was still early in the morning, and there were no guests in the tavern yet.

Dressed in leather armor and a sword, Yat was followed by several retinues that caught the attention of the tavern owner. When the shopkeeper saw the distinguished guest coming to the door, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

When the shopkeeper saw Art's face clearly, he was taken aback, and asked with a smile, "Isn't this the hunter brother?" You're in the city again to sell fur goods? ”

The shopkeeper looked at Art's outfit and the sturdy men behind him, and found that the hunter in front of him was no longer the silent hunter he used to be.

"Dude, what are you?" The shopkeeper looked Art up and down.

Ron stepped forward and said arrogantly to the shopkeeper, "My lord is no longer a hunter, he is now the Imperial Patrol Officer of the Southern Border!" ”

The shopkeeper looked incredulous, looked at it for a long time, and said, "It turns out that the notice posted outside the city is about you!" You're Art Wood Wells, the new police patrol officer of the southern border of Tiniets? ”

Art smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm the guy on the notice." ”

"Oh, my God, welcome to the Border Ranger." The shopkeeper bowed to Art, and stepped out of the way to invite Art and his party into the tavern......

Everyone sat down, and the shopkeeper brought several large glasses of beer to the table with a tray, and said with a smile: "Lord Patrol Officer, these glasses are what I invited you, congratulations on your promotion to Border Patrol Officer, and you can say anything you need me in the future." ”

The shopkeeper has been a merchant for many years, ushering in the send-off, proficient in the art of sycophancy, and now the former nameless little hunter has been transformed into a court-appointed patrolman, although he does not have jurisdiction over the affairs of the city of Tinets, but his attitude still has to change, and in these troubled times, the person with a sword in his hand is superior to others. Fortunately, although I didn't have a friendship with this hunter in the past, I never offended anyone.

Art is not surprised by the change in the owner's attitude, which is why Art is seeking an identity.

"Thank you, prepare us some good food, and I'll pay you the price."

"Okay, please wait." The shopkeeper turned around and walked into the back kitchen and personally prepared food for Yat and the others.

Otto felt that his face was shining, and his interest was high.

Art coughed lightly and said, "Everyone, I have officially gone to serve as a border patrol officer two days ago, since everyone is gathered now, I will arrange the next things by the way, the most important thing is to recruit the homeless, Viscount Pierre has promised to allocate a piece of land as our station, and allow me to recruit the homeless to cultivate the land, I plan to pull this banner......"