Ancient things always carry thousands of years of history, or witness the ups and downs of empires, the rise and fall of countries, and the bustle of the world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The city of Dehrim is undoubtedly a historical witness that is far enough away. It witnessed the birth of the Kallad Empire, while also witnessing the fall of the ancient empire.

Its somewhat colorful boulder walls reflected the subtle rays of the rising sun, which had been soaked in its ancient years for many years.

What started as a simple fortress has evolved into one of the few bustling cities in the entire continent of Calradia.

It's just that the cold stone body of the city wall today implies the sharpness of the cold light and the rising sun, and the fire of war that has lasted in the city for thousands of years will be rekindled again, survival, nation, interests, and beliefs...... These words stained the scent of the earth with the smell of blood.

The city of Dehrim is once again filled with the smell of war, and on the straight square avenues paved with bluestone, soldiers rubbing their weapons ready to fight, or young nobles who want to make a difference in the war and gain honor.

Duke Kesto Michod had been recruiting soldiers on a large scale in his territory months ago, and every soldier patrolling the city was waiting for the duke's order.

Everyone, whether it was a Swadian, a merchant, a mercenary, a poet was concerned about this war.

Some of them are afraid of the coming of war, some are looking forward to it, some are concerned about it, and some will even rush to the front line of this war.

The people of the Svadia kingdom were worried about whether this war would be as successful as the previous dozen times, and the merchants of various countries were looking forward to what they would gain from this war.

The mercenaries are concerned about whether the ruler of the city needs to hire a mercenary group to fight for him.

The preparation for this war was a rare grand scene in the history of the Swadia Kingdom since its founding.

According to incomplete statistics, there were more than 10,000 knights who participated in the war alone. The Royal Knights and the Knights of the Guards are almost in full swing.

The Kingdom of Swadia, under the call of King Haraus, launched an all-out offensive against the Duchy of Rhodok from the north, east, and from the west by sea with a royal fleet.

The number of Swadia soldiers who fought in the war has increased from less than 30,000 at the beginning to as many as 100,000 today.

The number of people fighting on the side of the Duchy of Rhodoc also rose sharply. There are also more than 50,000 militias of all kinds.

Once such a large army marches on the battlefield, the smoke and dust it carries behind it alone is enough to cover the sky.

It's just that such grand pre-war preparations are nothing more than an inconsequential drama in the eyes of those who really know the inside story of the war, and their attention is not on these enthusiastic and brave troops.

For those in power, there is something more important waiting for them than to make a mark through war. War? That was just one way for them to get what they craved.

And the mercenary is a product that exists for war. Anything in the world can be warned, but can endless wars get what people want?

Manid doesn't like war, and even less killing, but he has no choice but to survive.

The honor he received from the war was not what he wanted, he wanted to be the richest merchant in the entire continent of Calradia.

Manid loved the city, not only because of its antiquity, its prosperity, but also because it was a paradise for merchants to make their fortunes.

"What are you thinking?" Niza nudged Manid beside him with her shoulder. "Why don't you eat it?"

Manid came back to his senses, smiled at the other party and said, "I'll give you this plate too, and we'll do something when we're full!"

The bard was not polite, and after taking the plate, he took a large gulp of food into his mouth and chewed and swallowed.

After filling his stomach, Niza, who followed closely behind Manid, asked, "Where are we going now?"

"I'd like to go buy some weapons and equipment," Manid said, walking down the crowded head street, looking around. "Do you know where there's a blacksmith shop around here?"

The bard looked down and pondered for a moment, then spoke: "At the right corner ahead, and then through two streets, in a small alley in the middle of nowhere, there seems to be an iron-clad door. ”

"Let's go, take me to see it!" Manidra walked briskly through the streets of people and cars.

Soldiers dressed in black or red lion armor walked briskly through the street in front of them, the spire of the large Swadian shield held in their left hand clashing with the ground.

Manid found that the soldiers' faces were either covered with dust and sweat, or they showed an air of fanaticism. But from this, he was able to judge that this was a truly battle-hardened elite army.

There was nothing wrong with his judgment. These elite soldiers are indeed the elite divisions that Duke Michod has spent a lot of money training over the years, and they are also the garrison responsible for the defense of Dehrim City.

On the wide streets, you can sometimes see knights on horseback and in elite chain mail galloping by, all of whom have good social status and fiefdoms, but also have to pay the same price - fighting for their lords.

Manid knew that the knights were running through the streets in order to report to their lord's mansion in time to pay their allegiance to their lord.

In front of a relatively large-scale blacksmith shop, a man with a burly figure with his arms and forearms raised high and even a little deformed due to work reasons, saw the customer coming, and immediately put down the work in his hand.

He greeted him warmly: "What does Sir need, no matter what you want to build, we have the most reasonable price here." I dare say you won't find a second blacksmith shop this cheap except here. Of course, the most important thing is to have quality assurance. ”

"A friend introduced me to the price of the price. Quality depends on your work ethic. Manid pretended to be old-fashioned.

Manid's words made the blacksmith think that the man in front of him was an expert, so he laughed and said, "You can rest assured that this man who eats by his craft will not dare to smash his sign." ”

"Well, I want a helmet, a cuirass, a pair of shin guards, and a knight's sword without a scabbard. With that, Manid seemed to remember something. "By the way, and spears and shields. ”

"It seems that you have a lot of things to buy, but we don't have spears or shields here, and we need to buy them from the weapons dealer. If you don't mind, I can recommend you a shop where you can buy these things. ”

"Oh, then you don't need it. How much does it cost me to customize these things?" since he didn't have much gold on him, Manid needed to know the price of customizing these things.

"7 dinars for helmets, 45 dinars for cuirass, 32 dinars for shin guards, 18 dinars for swords. The blacksmith counted them one by one. "These cost 102 dinars, sir. ”

"What, a knight's equipment is so expensive?" Niza, who was silent, shouted loudly when she heard that a knight's equipment cost so much money.

"Sir, this is already the fairest price. Your companion only asked for a few pieces of knight's equipment, and if you want to build them all, you will need at least 300 dinars. ”

Hearing the blacksmith's words, Niza stopped talking. If a cow is 6 dinels, a heavily armed knight is the price of 50 cows, which is certainly not what he can imagine at the moment.

After explaining to the bard, the blacksmith looked at Manid and said, "Do you want to pay the lump sum or the deposit first?" and reminded the other party. "If you pay it all at once, I'll charge you 2 dinars less!"

"Okay, I'll pay it all at once. "Manid doesn't have a lot of money, so of course he can save a little bit.

Since Manid was a gold coin minted by Chanda, which was in better condition and gold than the currency in circulation in the Kingdom of Svadia, the blacksmith received only 90 gold coins at the time of final delivery.

After paying the money and asking when he had come to pick up the equipment, Manid led the poet out of the blacksmith's shop.

Originally, he wanted to buy another war horse, but after asking the horse dealer for the price, Manid immediately gave up the idea. An inferior war horse costs 40 dinars, and he can't afford it anyway with only 26 gold coins left.

Spent 3 gold coins at the Arms Merchant and bought a spear and a shield.

Manid didn't buy this equipment for himself, but for Alleyne. During last night's fight with the Assassins, Aren was almost completely depleted of his weapons and equipment.

"Knock, knock, knock!" rang out from the middle of the city, where the Cathedral of Syncoste was located, and the sound of the bells echoed throughout the city, crashing against the walls and striking at the hearts of the people.

It seems to be watching everything that is happening in the city in a low voice, and the mottled traces of war on the old buildings indicate in an iron-blooded way that a new war is coming.

As the bells fell, some of the city's citizens who had been resting at home opened the doors one after another, and after the residents simply freshened up, everyone who believed in the Goddess of Nature Church moved towards the place where the church was located. (To be continued.) )