That's very badass

Chapter 36

"Damn Farakin, are you old and confused? Do you want to be sacrificed by blood?" Facing Farakin's blasphemous words, the priest of the blood god Hakar was very angry, and he stood up , raised the javelin in his hand, the fierce light in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Although Farakin does not recognize the oracle, he still admires the blood god Hakar. After all, this is the god he has believed in all his life, but he is more important to the tribe that gave birth to him and raised him. "If the blood god Hakar needs it, I am willing to be sacrificed in blood. I only hope that he can protect our Leon tribe."

Farakin's words expressed the dissatisfaction of most trolls, but they buried it in their hearts and did not reveal it.

"you!"

"Okay, Priest Zujin, the tribe needs fighters now, and Farakin is a good fighter. He will kill the enemy on the battlefield and bring blood sacrifices to the blood god Hakar."

"I hope so." Facing Patriarch Vaughn's words, Zujin put down the spear in his hand and turned to leave.

Seeing the departing priest, Vaughan continued: "Human beings don't know our weakness. As long as we dare to attack, we will expose our weakness, because we old guys are the only ones left in the group."

"Wait, everything depends on Haka's will." After Vaughan finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and began to pray.

"Patriarch, we have come to this point because of Haka's son, Lazar. What's the use of praying to him." Falkin looked at Vaughan who was still praying like Haka, and turned away angrily.

Seeing this, the other trolls also got up and left.

Only Vaughan was left.

He opened his eyes, exhaled slowly, and a cloud of mist immediately formed in the air. "The Leon tribe will soon be destroyed. Perhaps this is the guidance of Haka."

It has been a few days since the last attack on the troll stronghold. In the end, Roland still didn't go there and set up a new stronghold.Instead, return to a stronghold with better defenses.

Prepare to face the troll's counterattack. . .

The caravan selling iron ore finally arrived at the castle.

Seeing this, Roland walked up happily and hugged the fat businessman: "Welcome to the Dawn Mercenary Group's station, Beam. Why did it take so long this time?"

After the businessman hugged Roland warmly, he said, "Hey, don't talk about it. The iron ore I promised you last time didn't expect it to snow so soon. This journey took several days of extra work. That’s why the iron ore was transported here.”

"However, we have to pay more this time, 70 copper a pound."

Obviously, Beam is very dissatisfied with the current transportation situation.

Roland was not in a good mood when he heard the money was added, but he still said with a pleasant face: "Don't be in a hurry to talk about adding money, come with me, and I will show you the weapons we have built."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the blacksmith shop. Seeing this, Beam followed Roland's footsteps, and at the same time looked down on their weapons.In his opinion, what kind of good blacksmith can be hired by a mercenary group, and most of the weapons they make are barely usable.

Pushing open the door of the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat hits the face, making people feel warm in the cold winter.

Roland held a freshly cooled weapon and handed it to Beem.

Beam kept silent, picked up the one-handed sword, and looked at the blades on both sides first.

"Well, it's quite symmetrical." After saying that, he put the sword in front of his eyes. "The spine of the sword is okay.".
Although it has always been said that it is okay, it is okay, but Beam knows that this is a good sword, and it is very comfortable to hold in the hand, but he feels that there are definitely not many such good swords. It was made by a senior blacksmith.

Roland watched Beam finish checking the one-handed sword, and asked directly, "How, is this sword still eye-catching?"

Bim sighed and said: "The sword is a good sword, but the output is probably not much. I can produce one of this kind of sword for 3 silver."

Hearing this price, Roland rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes.

It takes an average of 2.5 pounds to make such a one-handed sword from unrefined iron ore.Even if the ore is 70 copper per pound, the cost is only 1 silver and 75 copper. A skilled blacksmith can make one in a day, not counting the blacksmith's salary.The income is 1 silver and 25 copper.

But this is obviously impossible. The training of a blacksmith often takes several years.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about the price issue. A pound of wheat is 5 copper, which is enough for an adult male to use for a day.For a family of three, women and children use less, which is 2 pounds a day, which is 10 copper.

Then the monthly requirement is only 3 silver, not to mention that in most cases, wheat husks, wild vegetables, and other messy things are mixed in. Often only half of the monthly needs are 1.5 silver, which is enough for a family of three. The needs of the month.

"A usable one-handed sword needs 3 silver each. Do you think I lead a mercenary group, have you never bought and sold weapons?" Roland was very angry, and the price was too outrageous.

Bim smiled sheepishly, and said, "Business involves bargaining. I heard that you were a businessman before, so you don't even know about it. In this way, 3 silver and 50 copper."

"You are really worthy of your status as a merchant, Beam. You can sell a weapon like this for 5 silver at least, and it is not impossible to meet urgently needed 6 silver." Roland did not have the slightest thought of giving Beam face. He doesn't want this kind of weapon, he can sell it to others.

Then he thought that Beam had Earl Carney's iron ore purchase documents, which must belong to a powerful businessman.

"Well, I can supply it for a long time with 4 silver a piece. If it is iron ore, it is 60 copper a pound. But you have to keep supplying it to me. In this winter, once a month, otherwise I will definitely not sell it to you."

"Of course, if you have other supplies, such as food and cattle, sheep, pack horses, war horses, etc., you can bring them over."

Although Beam really wants to make this money, he is obviously hesitant considering that the supply will continue throughout the winter, or once a month.

"Captain Roland, you're going to be in a difficult position. After a while, maybe ten days or so, the snow will cover your knees. What can I use to transport the goods for you? Do you rely on a carriage?"

For Beam's question, Roland obviously expected it long ago, "Come with me, I will show you something, I named it a sled, he can let us transport goods in winter."

For things like sleds, Roland has no plans to keep them privately. He plans to make them public, so that they can be quickly transported throughout the north in winter.To speed up the circulation of goods and facilitate the launch of his own weapons, because he is about to go bankrupt.

Roland quickly took Beam to a freight wagon with a sled, which was piled up with timber, and Mirron was already on standby on the wagon.

"Let the horses run, Myeron, and show our guests this new mode of transportation."

With the waving of Mirron's whip, the carriage ran quickly on the snow.

Apparently, Beam's eyes lit up when faced with this thing called a sled.

After he tried driving the cargo carriage, he agreed to Roland's request, and both of them laughed happily.They all scolded the other party in their hearts as evil pens. As for who is the real evil pen, it depends on the future.

(End of this chapter)