Old Kevin looked at the glass brooch in front of him, his brain was spinning rapidly, and the businessman's sense of smell made him feel the infinite business opportunities of this thing, not to mention the nobles, even if it was an ordinary commoner, who wouldn't want to be able to wear such a dazzling brooch?

"How much do you think this thing is worth?" Bruce looked at the battlefield merchant in front of him and asked Kevin Sr.

Bruce handed over the trade in the territory to this obscene-looking old man, but through this period of observation, he found that this obscene old man was indeed very good at the economy, and the loot he collected in several battles, intact or with a low degree of damage, could be repaired, of course, it was classified into the armory. And those completely useless scraps were handed over to old Kevin, but I didn't expect this merchant to sell these scraps to villages in other territories, for the farmers in the countryside, these scrap iron can be made into good farm tools after being recast, and there is actually a lot of income.

"It's a beautiful ornament, and I dare say that even a king's court would not have such a beautiful brooch." Old Kevin's nose was almost all attached to the glass brooch, and his eyes were bloodshot, the excitement of a shrewd businessman at the sight of a priceless treasure.

"I want you to sell this to Countess Randall." Bruce pointed to the beautiful glass brooch and instructed Kevin Sr.

"With all due respect, such an expensive thing can be sold even to His Majesty the Pope, why sell it to a countess?" Old Kevin was puzzled, he felt that such an expensive thing, if it was dedicated to His Majesty the Pope, he was afraid that he would be richly rewarded, in case His Majesty the Pope was happy, even if it was possible to reward Bruce with a fief.

"I have my own plans for this, you just have to do what I tell you to do." Bruce said to Kevin Sr.

It was a wonderful luxury for Kevin Sr., but Bruce, who had mastered the craft, did not care, but he believed that this exquisite craft would definitely catch the big fish of the countess.

The reason why Bruce targeted Countess Randall was because the widow had been at odds with the Locke family for a long time, and from territorial disputes to political rivalries, Countess Randall seemed to have been hostile to the Locke family. When Bruce was only the small lord of Glinton Village, he could ignore this kind of family antagonism, after all, as long as it didn't hurt his interests, but now that he was not only the lord of Great Glinton, but also the patriarch of the Locke family, he couldn't help but pay attention to the existence of this enemy.

"I see, I'll go to Countess Randall's territory with a shipment and show her this wonderful commodity." Kevin Sr. hurriedly agreed, and he said to Bruce.

"No, you can't reveal to the Countess that this item is from Glinton." Bruce waved his hand, saying that he must not reveal that something came from the Locke family.

Old Kevin felt very strange, but he didn't say anything more, as a clever businessman he knew when to shut up, Bruce put the brooch into a wooden box, this wooden box was polished brightly, and there was a mischievous leprechaun wood carving on the raised lid, which was both a decoration and a handle to open the wooden box, and of course it was also the hand of the master artist Marcus.

"I might be able to make a fortune this time." Holding a beautiful wooden box in his arms, the heart-pounding old Kevin, he hurried back to his house, a priceless commodity, perhaps the most valuable one he had ever bought and sold the goods, from which he could eat a lot of kickbacks.

However, when old Kevin returned to his house, he found that there was no one except for the stupid servant who had spoken in a leaky manner, and he could not help but roar angrily.

"Where's the little cub? Where did White go? Old Kevin yelled at the servant, seeing that he was about to leave, and White didn't know where to go?

The open-mouthed servant stammered, and it took a long time to make a gesture before saying that White had run to the barracks of the Glinton Legion.

"Damn it." Old Kevin cursed twice, and hurried out.

In the Grington barracks, the warriors leaned their spears against the wall and talked to each other in twos and threes, and barrels of ale were pushed in, and the warriors cheered, and they scooped up the wine from the open barrels with wooden cups, which was the best liquid to keep morale up.

"Where's that stupid boy?" Kevin Sr. hurried in, but his clumsy and old body and pace contrasted sharply with the heroic spirit of the warriors in the entire camp, some of whom laughed at Kevin Sr. while drinking, and some of whom deliberately blocked his way.

"Okay, let me find someone." Kevin Sr. was blocked by two strong warriors, and he desperately tried to squeeze through, but there was no way to do it, and instead caused a burst of laughter from the others, which was a bit of a pastime and a game.

White was actually in the corner, although he did not have the strong body of the warriors, but relying on a clever mouth, he was mixed among the soldiers, looking at White's age like his own son, the military tribune Mickey generously showed him his sword.

"Wow, this sword is so sharp." White looked at his own face reflected in the sword, his eyes full of envy and longing.

"Boy, if it wasn't sharp, I'd die on the battlefield, and I picked up a life with it." Mickey laughed, the former blacksmith was now full of military pride, he took the sword from White's hand, firmly grasped the hilt and raised it, gently slashing across the air in front of him, the blade rubbing against the air and making a whooshing sound.

"Have you ever killed someone with it?" White couldn't help but lick his dry lips as he asked Mickey.

"What do you say?" Mickey laughed, and the others laughed, it was a childish question, but the warriors liked to show off their exploits to others.

"Is it true that I heard that Lord Lords almost lost the battle with Lord Jeffrey?" White asked curiously, touching the spear of another warrior.

"Hmph, it was a thrilling battle." Mitch also seemed to be pulled into the memory by White's words, it was a thrilling battle, and both sides fought to the death.

"yes, attacking the castle, damn such a dangerous castle has been conquered by us, it's incredible to think about it now." The other warrior said in a gruff voice.

"The lord must be a saint, that's why the Lord God sent down the thunder." The others whispered rumors about each other, which of course were strictly forbidden by Bruce, but people were always interested in such mysterious stories.

"What is it?" White's eyes widened and his ears pricked up, he wanted to hear it.

"That's enough, that's not what you're supposed to hear." But the vigilant Mickey slapped him on the neck, grabbed him like a chicken, and strode him to the door.

"Let me down, my lord, I really want to join the Legion." White struggled desperately, but Mickey's pincer-like palm grasped him firmly.

With a ping-pong bang, White was thrown out of the barracks gate by Mitch, and the pastime of rest time was one thing, but when military discipline returned to the barracks, Bruce's military code of conduct explicitly forbade idlers and others from entering, and Mitch was the enforcer of this decree as a military tribune.

"Phew, phew." Thrown into the mud in front of the barracks, White got up and spat out the mud in his mouth, and he tried to re-enter, but the soldiers guarding the barracks stopped him with spears and pestles.

Looking at the closed wooden door of the barracks and listening to the sound of the soldiers practicing inside, White was reluctant to leave for a long time, but it was useless to linger at the gate of the barracks.

"Kicked out?" At this time, an old voice sounded, and without looking back, White knew that it was Kevin Sr.

"You don't have to." White yelled unconvinced.

"I'll come back when we've had enough trouble, we're leaving." Kevin Sr. sighed and shook his head.

"Are you going to do business again? I've had enough. White stomped his foot and said willfully to Kevin Sr.

"Fool, you will never be a legionnaire like this, and now if you want to enter the legion, you can only rely on the recommendation of the people around the lord." Kevin Sr. said to White.

"What do you mean?" White seemed to hear what old Kevin was saying, and he looked at the old profiteer in a daze.

"Your Excellency has given us a task, and if it is done well, perhaps he will consider granting us a small request." After old Kevin finished speaking, he ignored White and left on his own, but White heard it as if he had been struck by lightning, and his head instantly cleared up a lot, why didn't he think of such a simple way.

"Old, uh, Uncle Kevin, you wait for me." White hurried behind Kevin Sr. as if he had been whipped with a whip.

The caravan's pack-horse wagon departed from the trading post in the village of Grington and headed in the direction of Randallshire, and Bruce stood on the wall of Grington and watched Kevin Sr. and his party leave, before coming down from the wall and returning to his house.

"Economic development is inseparable from trade, and if I can turn the war with Countess Randall, perhaps I will be able to deal with the Duke of Bemessi more easily." Bruce thought as he walked, although Duke Bemessi had repeatedly eaten deflated on his hands, but the energy of a duke was huge, and if he was not careful, he might be eaten to death by the other party.

Bruce worries day and night about retribution from the Duke of Bemessy, but in fact the Duke is being troubled by the Inquisition at this time, and there is no time to pay attention to Bruce at this time.