The latest repentant ghoul servant was torn to pieces of flesh because he had no armor to protect him, and he desperately intercepted those miscellaneous soldiers, and even his head was tattered and full of gnawing marks, and he obviously lost his usefulness, so he was knifed down by Downton without even mixing a number, and his life was ended.

Carrying the oil lamp, Downton stepped past its corpse and walked to the door of the armory.

No. 4 limped, it could be finished at any time, and as for combat effectiveness, it fell to the bottom line, and in line with the principle of waste utilization, Downton let it be a pioneer.

Pushing aside the vines, two five-meter-high iron doors were exposed, rusty, and when you touched it, there was a large handful of rust.

Downton stabbed the crack in the door with his saber, and it was tightly locked, and three flat, palm-wide white metal strips locked the door firmly.

"This isn't bad, is it?"

Downton wiped away the dust that had accumulated on the metal bar, which was a magic lock, and the rune array on it was much more complicated than that used by civilians.

"I'll check!" a green beam of light shot out from the tome, detecting the magic lock.

Downton was about to ask what the result was, and the rune array lit up with a faint light, and then clicked, split into two parts, and was successfully unlocked.

The Magic Book is worthy of being an encyclopedia, and the efficiency is staggering, and there seems to be nothing to stump it.

Downton pressed down on a door and pushed it hard, and the lacked doorshaft made a screeching sound, but fortunately the nearby ghouls were all killed, otherwise they would have to attract a group.

An old, musty breath poured out of the open crack, and the dust irritated his nasal passages and made Downton cough.

Hanging the oil lamp on Four's arm, Downton ordered it to be the first to enter.

In the dark armory No. 1, the silence was terrifying, even the slightest breathing could be heard, especially the iron boots of No. 4 rubbing against the ground, making a harsh noise.

Downton wished it was so, it would have made the servants more attractive to monsters, but he felt that there should be no danger in the almost sealed armory.

The storeroom is the size of a football field, six meters high, and has shelves with wooden boxes on it, so it doesn't look empty.

Downton didn't rush to check the loot, he followed the four not far behind, carefully inspecting every corner.

Serex couldn't help it, waved a light and floated to a large box, groping with novelty.

A ball flew towards the rooftop, scattering light in all directions, revealing the condition of most of the armory.

No crowbar was found, and Celes violently disassembled it, and a phosphorus rocket hit the box, revealing a black full-body light infantry armor in the midst of the flying sawdust.

The Banshee of Death picked up her helmet and looked at it, then dropped it, blasting open the next crate, still the same infantry armor.

Whew, Downton blew hard into the wooden box, and the accumulated dust flew away, revealing the red handwriting on it.

"Saint-Gertlania Empire, Seventeenth Army of the North, 7th Thousand Light Infantry Regiment, No. 782. ”

Downton inserted the ogre saber into the gap, creaked, pried open the lid of the box, and his breath was immediately heavy.

The armor is black, and the red imperial coat of arms is branded on the chest.

It is carved with a two-headed dragon wearing a crown on the base of a shield, gazing at the left and right sides, one of the two symmetrical claws, one holding a sword and the other a scepter.

"This is the standard equipment of the Jutland Empire, the Warrior type light infantry armor!" Through the text on the wooden box, Homer has determined the origin of these equipment.

"Hmm!" Downton nodded, he knew the value of the armor better than the unworldly Serex.

In order to seal the armor of these weapons, the vents in the armory were opened very small to minimize the convection of the tidal air and ensure dryness.

The walls and floors are not only painted with a lot of paint that easily absorbs moisture, but also engraved with some dehumidifying magic arrays for daily life.

Although the magic stones embedded in the nodes were all consumed due to the long period of time, and even the lines of the magic array peeled off with the wall skin and broke down, but due to the structure of the building, the warehouse was still very dry, and the soldiers in charge of logistics at that time were not lazy and put enough protective oil on the armor, so the degree of rust of these armors was very low.

Even an ordinary blacksmith can polish, polish, and maintain them, and it doesn't take much time.

Downton quickened his pace, and every ten meters or so, he opened a box, and finally laughed when he saw that they were all loaded with armor and had not been resold by the logistics chief.

"It's all armor, it's not fun. Celence, who had smashed dozens of boxes, floated over, her look of disappointment palpable.

"Celes, we're rich. Downton happily rubbed the Death Banshee's hair.

Arms are one of the best selling commodities in any era!

Since the end of the fifth holy war that swept the entire Western Earth Continent, there have been no large-scale wars, but there have been many bloody wars on a small scale.

The nine empires are competing against each other, and secretly seem to have been engaged in an arms race, and second- and third-rate countries are also surging and tense, not to mention those principalities and families that have bloody conflicts from time to time due to land disputes, mineral veins, and religious beliefs.

In addition to the chaos of the human realm, the Zhenxi Demon Empire, located in the Dark Continent, is also uneasy, and is always planning a counterattack to capture the Western Earth Continent.

The dark races of the underworld also covet the abundant resources on the surface, like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to open their bloody fangs and hunt their enemies.

Downton's Frankfurt is a third-rate country, and the surrounding area is not peaceful, the northwest is the orc empire that occupies the sunset prairie, and the west is bordered by the dragon hills that stretch for thousands of miles, and many foreign tribes live, as for the alliance of the twelve northern principalities bordering the east, the friction has not been broken.

Twenty years ago, the northern countries jointly launched a war against the alliance of the twelve principalities, and until now, the legacy and trauma of the war have not subsided.

In such a chaotic environment, it is impossible for the arms business not to be booming.

As one of the nine empires, Saint-Gerdelania has no doubt about its military technology, and these armors called warriors are definitely of excellent quality and excellent workmanship.

In fact, even if it is not a boutique, Downton is not worried about not being able to sell.

There are too many potential customers, not to mention those fourth-rate small countries and principalities with backward forging technology, just the big nobles and wealthy merchants in various places can consume a lot, not to mention that there are almost no mineral veins, and most of the iron tools rely on imported orc tribes.

"If we release the news of the ordnance, just sit at home and wait to collect the money!" Downton smiled, "Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you!"

"I'm waiting to collect the corpse!" Homer scoffed, "I have almost guessed the origin of this dungeon, you dare to sell these weapons, I guarantee that within a week, you will be targeted, kidnapped, and tortured by Jutland spies, and Zuihou will be thrown into the wilderness." ”

"I just dreamed of it, and I didn't think about selling it. Downton shouted, "The dungeon's gold, gems, and works of art are gone, and I'm not stupid, Weishenme has to take the risk of bad luck?"

Arms smuggling, this is a game that only big people with shili backgrounds are eligible to participate in, and if Downton breaks in, there is absolutely no place to die, not to mention that he has no way to explain the origin of these weapons.

As a standard armor, the Warrior Set cannot hide the overall St. Gertland forging style even if the Imperial and Legion insignia on it are polished.

"Wouldn't this gear be useless if it couldn't be sold? they wouldn't have the same set as Downton?" asked Celesse.

"These armors are for ordinary soldiers, if Downton is a small lord, or a nobleman who is allowed to have private soldiers, then he can set up a dozen hundred guards and quickly improve his strength, but unfortunately he is only a commoner. ”

Homer sighed, this is a hierarchical shijie, Downton's birth is too bad, even if he has gold coins that can fill the entire dungeon, he is not qualified to buy land and manors, because these things will always be the label of nobility.

"What's wrong with the commoners? Even if I am a serf and a slave, I will not feel inferior. Downton licked the corners of his chapped lips, "Wait and see, I will definitely become a great nobleman, a lord with a lot of land." ”

As a poor little postman, Downton not only had to support himself, but also had to save for his sister Elaine's tuition and living expenses, and lived a hard life of working at least sixteen hours a day, but he never gave up on his dream of getting ahead.

"Marrying a princess, becoming an imperial prince, or a great nobleman, those are too far away, and my goal now is to become the mayor of Morning Mist. Downton's anger flickered out at the thought that Liszt was the son of the mayor of the town, threatening his life and openly blackmailing him.

What if she had been replaced by her sister?Elaine rarely went home now, as Downton insisted on, because she was frequently harassed by Liszt and his group.

You must know that the status of commoners is very low, even if they are killed by the nobles 'accidentally', the family will only get some cheap compensation, and there is no need to expect others to pay for their lives, as for injuries such as humiliation and disability, the punishment is lower, and if you do, you can only be considered unlucky.

There are so many bandits on the border, in addition to the villains who are themselves sinister, and some of them are poor worms who are forced to be invincible and can't survive.

"I'm sure you can!" Celes pumped Downton on with a small fist.

"Are you a lowly maggot, or a goblin who eats and waits for death? Even the Ancient Great Demon Book has it, and you actually want to be the mayor of such a broken town. Homer hated the iron-clad ridicule, "Don't say it next time, you're not afraid of being embarrassed, I'm afraid!"

Looking at the burning Demon Flame text, Downton rolled his eyes, he understood Homer's poisonous tongue

PS: Downton has a bumper harvest, what about us?