At night in the Handanaar Forest Farm, the sky is full of stars.

The mountain breeze blew away the heat of the day, and from time to time there was a clot's whimper in the woods in the distance.

The traders in the makeshift market put away their stalls, and all that remained along the road were untidy tents, except for the open-air tavern at the end of the market, which was lit around the magic pillar lamps with moonstone wicks, and consisted of three tents on the grassy slope of the dirt slope, and the proprietors mainly served home-brewed ale and some simple food.

The table in the open-air tavern is a few tree stumps that the tavern owner has brought back from the forest farm, and the circle of tree rings can be clearly seen on the table, and the mottled bark around the stump has been peeled off with sharp objects, and the tavern owner has been painted with a layer of varnish. The benches are even simpler, and the ready-made logs in the forest farm are sawn in half from the middle, and four wooden legs are nailed to them, so that they become benches.

But it was so late, and almost all of the guests who were still drinking here were not soldiers from the barracks, but merchants who had collected their stalls in the market.

There was also a curfew in the barracks, and those who did not dare to risk punishment for drinking here were killed.

The iron fork of the barbecue grill is wearing a leg of mutton, the cooked leg of lamb has been cut three times, the leg of lamb bone has been exposed at the edge, the charcoal under the barbecue grill is about to burn out, and the last few pieces of charcoal are buried in the silver charcoal ash, and only when the wind blows, will a trace of spark emerge.

The table was full of empty wine glasses, He Boqiang was spreading a crispy roasted wheat cake on the table, placing a few pieces of roasted lamb leg meat on the outside, and then carefully folding the baked wheat cake in half, the crispy baked wheat cake made a 'click' sound, the cracked cake crumbs and the fat of the lamb leg meat splashed on the table, and he took a big bite, this should be He Boqiang's first decent meal in this world.

There is also a Roman sword with a sharp edge on the table, according to Larkin, this Roman sword was made by the most famous blacksmith in Talapakant, the texture on the blade is fine and uniform, the silver-plated swallow is made of sterling silver, and the hilt is wrapped around this thin rope made of uru grass, which not only absorbs sweat, but also does not slip even if the grip is stained with blood.

Although the blood stains of the Roman sword had been wiped clean, there was still a faint smell of blood on this sword, but He Boqiang thought that this might be his delusion.

Holding a large wooden cup full of ale in his hand, Larkin's face was flushed, and he drunkenly said enthusiastically to a bearded merchant: "Look, this sword has cut off the head of the native chief, and the heavy sword created by this stacked forging method will change from bronze to dark red after absorbing the blood of the enemy, do you see if there is a trace of blood red in the texture of the blade?" ”

The bearded merchant was also red from drinking, staring at the Roman sword on the table, and asked with a look of surprise, "Is it really this sword that cut off the head of the native chief?" ”

Larkin hurriedly picked up the Roman sword and said proudly, "Then can it be fake?" We businessmen talk about integrity. ”

With that, Larkin picked up the heavy Roman sword and slashed it towards the edge of the table, the blade of which was deeply embedded in the wooden pier, so that the drunken Larkin could not pull it out, and in the end it was Ulysses who helped the boss solve the problem.

Larkin drank the last sip of the ale in his cup and beckoned to the tavernkeeper who was sitting at the mouth of the tent, signaling him to settle the bill.

At this moment the bearded merchant stood up, took Larkin's hand, and said to the tavernkeeper, "Give us two glasses...... Oh no, four beers, I'm in for a treat, it's still early, and there's not been any war lately, so we can sit down and drink slowly. ”

Without saying a word, the tavern owner poured out four large beers from the barrel and asked the young shopkeeper in the tavern to bring them to He Boqiang's table.

After drinking for a while, when both of them were flushed with alcohol, the bearded merchant finally asked Larkin, "Do you sell this sword?" ”

Larkin looked up drunkenly, shook his head like a rattle, and said to the bearded merchant very decisively: "Such a good sword, I will keep it and take it home, and hang it on the wall of the house to decorate the living room, and only a fool will sell it!" ”

The bearded merchant grabbed the hand of the merchant Lakin, and the expression on his face was very rich, "Lakin, let me tell you!" You see our friends, we are all businessmen who have left their hometowns, and we are all from Osorno County, since we are fellow villagers, we must help each other when we encounter trouble, and the grain I brought from Osorno this time is not less than silver, but there is no other gain, if I can bring home such a Roman sword that symbolizes victory, those friends at home will be very envious of me......"

Larkin hesitated, but said, "Ototada, I still have a few brand-new Roman swords in my tent, all of the same quality, and at a good price......

The bearded merchant named Ototada seemed unwilling to reason with Larkin any longer, and slapped the table and said, "I like this one, I like the texture of this sword." ”

Larkin looked a little embarrassed, rubbed his forehead, and said to Ototada: "Well, I think maybe you will wake up tomorrow, maybe you won't think so, maybe you should calm down." ”

"I'm calm."

Ototada had a long belch, a shy beer belly, and a body that looked like a stout dwarf, though he was much taller than a dwarf.

Larkin drunkenly said to the bearded merchant Ototada, "Oh well, since you insist on ......"

……

I have to say that Larkin is a very qualified businessman, he can maximize the benefits of all the items around him, and the most important thing is what He Boqiang admires.

In the days following the battle to suppress the natives, Larkin sold the banner staff captured by He Boqiang to a magic material merchant in the market, and then sold the tattered hides from the natives to a tanner in the market, and now even the Roman sword that killed the natives was about to be sold by him.

For that Roman sword, He Boqiang still felt a little sorry and wanted to keep it.

Since killing those natives, He Boqiang has a feeling in his heart these days, as if the blood of battle in his body has fully awakened, and only when he holds the Roman sword, does he feel that he is real.

However, before coming here, Larkin promised He Boqiang that if he could sell this Roman sword, he would not only give He Boqiang a brand new Roman sword, but also a small round shield covered with iron sheets, so He Boqiang felt that this deal was still worth it.