"Captain Morris, Steward Osborne asks our two brothers to accompany you to select weapons and equipment, and you can tell us if you need anything.

Our brothers will also accompany you in the next expedition to Rome, and we will lead a cavalry company of 100 men to cover your mercenary group. "The brothers Albert and Mephistopheles took Maurice with them. Welf went to the armory and said in a cordial tone.

"As long as I have enough shields, javelins, and swords, no problem, and I'll need some bows or crossbows to arm my ranged infantry." Morris smiled and nodded in response.

"No problem at all, Captain Maurice, there are tens of thousands of sets of equipment stored in that armory, whether it is shields, long swords, or even chain mail and leather armor, there is no shortage of them." Mephistopheles. Sauron patted his chest and said confidently.

The weapons and equipment prepared by Osborne's steward for these mercenaries were captured from William's previous wars, including swords, spears, battle axes, shields, chain mail, leather armor, linen smocks, and so on.

For William, who already had weapons and equipment such as full-body plate armor and steel swords, these weapons and equipment were no longer suitable for equipping his army.

Although William and Osborne's butlers sold some of them, due to their large numbers, there were still more than 20,000 sets of various weapons and more than 6,000 sets of armor that were not sold, and this time they were used to arm mercenaries.

Of course, the armor equipment allocated to the mercenaries is not free, and these things are still worth a lot of money, especially chain mail and long arrows, which can be regarded as more expensive equipment, so the always frugal steward of Osborne converted the equipment that William planned to give to the mercenaries for free into one of the prepaid employment fees.

"Here we are, Captain Morris, this is the armory." Albert. Sauron said, pointing with his right hand to the rows of tall warehouses in front of him.

"Shhh Welf looked in the direction that Albert was pointing to, Rao was from the prosperous Duchy of Lombardy, and he was also shocked by the number of tall row warehouses, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"Three adults, I'm sorry, please show your ID." Outside the warehouse wall, a middle-aged warehouse manager came to the three of them with a few gestures and said respectfully.

"Here, Uncle Kyle, this is Steward Osborne's warrant, take us inside." Mephistopheles. Sauron pulled out the warrant letter he had prepared, and reached out and handed it to the warehouse steward named Kyle.

"Check it right, Baron Albert, Baron Mephistopheles, Captain Maurice, please come with me." Kyle handed the warrant letter back to Mephistopheles with both hands, and said respectfully.

"It's really strict, Uncle Kyle, we've been here so many times, and we know each other so well that we have to check the warrant before letting go." Mephistopheles put away the warrant letter and shook her head.

"This is a rule of His Royal Highness William, and no one is allowed to violate it." Kyle said with a serious expression.

After the trio talked to Kyle, he led them to Warehouse No. 1, where the captured armor weapons were stored.

"Captain Maurice, this is a sword, spear, sword, halberd, axe, spear from the Kingdom of France, no matter what kind of weapon you have, according to the instructions of Steward Osborne, you can choose 2,000 sets of weapons in it." Kyle said, pointing to the rows of weapon racks in front of him.

"Uncle Kyle, I'll need 2,000 shields and matching swords and javelins, as well as armor-piercing battle axes, halberds, maces, and finally some bows and crossbows." Morris. Welf was not polite either, and immediately made a number of demands.

"Captain Morris, the shield I push you to use this sturdy skin wooden shield, and there is a copper nail in the middle, which can be used to kill the shield, but the number of such shields is relatively rare, only more than six hundred, and the rest are oak shields.

As for the long sword, there is even more shortage, there are only more than 800 long swords in stock here, and the rest are mostly spears, battle axes, one-handed axes, spears, etc., and there are 10,000 light javelins and 800 heavy javelins, you can choose some other weapons as alternatives.

There are also French warbows for you, which can shoot at a distance of 200 yards and shoot more than 300 arrows. Kyle shook his head and said in a regretful tone.

"In that case, then choose for me six hundred shields of skin, four hundred oak shields, eight hundred swords, eight hundred spears, one thousand and one hundred one-handed axes, a hundred two-handed battle axes, ten thousand light javelins, and eight hundred heavy javelins, and three hundred French feats and their arrows." Morris pondered for a moment, knowing that he could not get the best active equipment as a mercenary, and agreed without any hesitation.

"Captain Morris, please see, this is the three hundred and thirty sets of chain mail, six hundred sets of leather armor, and two thousand sets of overalls that we have prepared for you, and they all belong to you." Uncle Kyle then led Maurice on a tour of the area where the armor was stored, pointing to the armor on the shelf with his right hand.

"Well, very well, Uncle Kyle, please hurry up and get my weapons and equipment ready, I'll need them right away, please." Morris smiled and asked Kyle in front of him.

"There's no need to be so formal, since it's something that Osborne's butler asked, I will definitely promise to do it for you."

After saying goodbye to Uncle Kyle, the three of them left the armory storage area and continued on their way to the schoolyard.

"Baron Albert, Baron Mephistopheles, where are my soldiers?" Captain Morris had been gone for so long that he couldn't even see the shadow of a mercenary, and he was quite puzzled by this.

"It's all on campus, including the hundred or so Italian mercenaries who originally followed you and a few of your retinue.

Be prepared, Maurice, there aren't many of your fellow Italians there, they're mostly Spaniards, Britons, Germans, and Swiss mercenaries, and most of them have already formed their own mercenary groups and are unlikely to join your ranks.

Osborne's steward had given you 2,000 men, and you had to recruit your own people, preferably Lombards or Italians. "Albert. Baron Sauron patted Morris on the shoulder, pointed to the mercenary camp not far ahead, and said.

"Osborne's butler is really difficult for a strong man, there are only a few hundred Italian mercenaries and adventurers here, and it is difficult to fill a mercenary group of 2,000 people." Baron Mephistopheles also complained.

"Thank you, Baron Albert, Baron Mephistopheles, I am confident that I will be able to recruit enough men in my native Lombardy, where I still have some prestige and appeal." Morris. Welf said confidently.