Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 10 Red Turban

  No matter in any era, weapons and armor are proper gold swallowing beasts, and there is no more expensive business than war.

  Robin visited more than a dozen weapon shops in a row, from the street to the end of the street, only to find that the first shop had the cheapest weapon.

  He couldn't help but sighed in his heart: Could it be that my grand plan and great cause have not started yet, and I am about to die because of poverty?

   Walking out of the last weapon shop sadly, Robin was wondering what to do when a person suddenly stood in front of him.

  It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, who was pretty smart and pretty, with a little light freckles on her cheeks, short chestnut hair, and a red kerchief on her head. He was dressed in a short suit, with leather armor on his upper body, breeches on his lower body, and a dagger hanging from his waist.

   "My lord, you want to buy some handy weapons, but you are not very rich, right?"

  The young girl had a sunny smile on her face, like a sunflower in full bloom. She was born with a certain kind of intimacy, making it difficult for people to have doubts about her.

  But Robin is not the first day out to hang out, he will not let down his vigilance just because the other party is young, and it is not a high age to kill people these days.

He looked up and down the girl vigilantly, and opened the eyes of the blood again to confirm that the other party is not an awakened person. Robin has a bottom line in his heart. If he is not an awakened person, he has nothing to be afraid of. A group of rough guys.

  Under the eyes of the blood vessels, the blood mist of the awakened person will condense on the chest, like a beating core, which can be distinguished at a glance.

  However, although this girl is not an awakened person, she is also a bloodline carrier.

  Robin was a little surprised. The girl's body was surrounded by red and blue blood mist. This kind of situation is very rare. The girl actually has the blood of the magic swordsman. It's just that her blood concentration is very low. If there is no external stimulation, she will not be able to become an awakened person in her entire life.

   "Who are you?" Robin asked.

   "My name is Jana, and I'm a trader. I have good quality and cheap weapons here. I wonder if the master is interested?" The red turban smiled harmlessly.

   "You have been eyeing us for a long time, right?" Robin frowned slightly.

"Hehe, I was strolling on the street and saw you guys entering and leaving more than a dozen weapon shops in a row, but you were still empty-handed. So, it's either that you didn't find the weapons in these shops, or you are just out of pocket. Looking at the few people behind the master, I understand everything, the master is a pioneer lord, right?"

  Jana’s analysis was straightforward, and Robin couldn’t help laughing. This little girl is quite smart.

  Indeed, they are a group of people, an imperial man leading several highlanders, such a conspicuous combination is hard to avoid attracting the attention of others. Simon and the others were all shirtless and didn't even have a jacket, so they almost put the word poor directly on their faces.

   "That's right, my lord, I am indeed a pioneer lord, and I was thinking of buying weapons for my group of guards." There was nothing to hide, so Robin simply said it.

   He saw that the little red scarf was not a threat, so he decided to go with her to have a look. Besides, this is Silver Frost City, and a group of patrolling guards walked past the street just now.

   "You said there are cheap weapons, okay, let's lead the way."

   "Sir, this way please, my warehouse is not on this street."

  Jana was secretly delighted, she was so lucky to have caught another big fat sheep. This lord looks stupid, and the Highlanders are also a bunch of famous idiots. If they don't kill you, who will they kill?

  The red turban led the way, left Wubei Street, walked two blocks, came to a relatively deserted street, and then stopped in front of a small courtyard.

  The wooden gate of the small courtyard is closed tightly, and the stone courtyard wall also tightly surrounds the inside, so you can't see the situation in the courtyard from the outside.

   "This is my warehouse, sir, please come inside." The red scarf pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, and Robin followed behind her.

   This small courtyard is not big, about the size of two basketball courts, but it is full of various goods. Robin saw the weapons and armor he wanted at a glance, swords, knives, axes, spears, armor...all were piled up in a corner of the courtyard, compared with the neatly arranged weapons store, this place is like a large Stall.

  There seems to be a warehouse behind the yard. At this time, several shirtless young men are moving things, sacks of sacks are transported out of the warehouse, and piled up in the yard, which seems to be wheat flour.

To Robin's surprise, the little girl in the red scarf seemed to be the leader of the caravan. Seeing her come back, several young people immediately stopped what they were doing, and ran over to greet her warmly. Everyone calls her "Captain".

   "What are you doing here? Go back to work, I still have guests here."

  The red turban drove these people away forcefully, turned to face Robin, and immediately put on another face, smiling quite brightly.

   "Master, this way please."

The red turban led Robin to the corner of the yard full of weapons, picked up a long sword, and pulled it out with a swipe: "Master, look, these are all high-quality weapons, and they are cheaper here than outside." Twice, if you like this sword, you can take the twenty silver."

Robin picked up a sword and looked at it. He could tell at a glance that although these weapons were in good condition, the traces of use on them were still obvious. These were second-hand weapons, and they were second-hand weapons that had experienced battles. , no wonder the selling price is much cheaper than outside.

   Some armors were even damaged and repaired later. The craftsmanship of the repair is so-so, and it can deceive laymen who are not sharp-eyed.

  The lord looked at a few more weapons, all of which were second-hand without exception, and most of these weapons were of the same shape, which looked like mass-produced consumables.

  Mass-produced, second-hand, and battle-tested... Robin probably guessed it.

   "Your weapons are all taken from the dead, right?"

   Only the nobles have the ability to mass-produce standard weapons to arm the army. These weapons have obvious traces of battle, and must have experienced large-scale wars.

  The red turban was enthusiastically selling to Robin, when he was suddenly asked this question, he was stunned.

  She met a lot of pioneering lords in Silver Frost City, most of them were gamblers who had no real skills and started dreaming of being a lord after saving some money. Most of these people would lose their fortunes in the wilderness, and it would be lucky to come back with their lives saved, and they would be fooled with second-hand weapons.

  As for those pioneering lords with real background and strength, most of them are closely related to big aristocrats and big business groups. It is impossible for them to go to Wubei Street to buy weapons. They have already prepared everything in private.

  The red turban sees that Robin has no money and leads a group of highlanders. Such a strange combination is short of the word "layman" engraved on his forehead. I thought that he was also one of those pioneering lords who made great fortune, but I didn't expect that this time the mare stumbled and met an expert.

  However, she turned her brain very quickly, and immediately explained calmly: "Master, although our weapons are second-hand, the sources of the goods are from regular channels."

   Robin was amused when he heard that, I believe you are a ghost, trying to fool me? dream you!

In recent years, the imperial family of the empire has declined, and the nobles in the kingdom have conquests from time to time. The scale of the war has become larger and larger, more and more people have died, and more and more weapons and armor have been consumed. fiscal.

  Obviously, as long as you can bear the stink of corpses, swarms of crows and rats, and invisible germs and plagues, making money from dead people is definitely a lucrative job, after all, dead people will not bargain with you.

  Although the imperial government has expressly stipulated that civilian groups are prohibited from collecting dead weapons on the battlefield, being caught is a felony. But people die for money, and if there is demand, there is a market.

  But Robin doesn't bother to care about where these weapons come from, as long as they can be used cheaply. So he just smiled, did not expose the red turban's lie for the time being, and started to provoke weapons and armor.

   Seeing that Robin didn't continue to ask questions, Janna let go of her hanging heart and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Robin saw the relieved look of the red turban from the corner of his eye, and he thought to himself: You are too happy too early.

   After a while, Robin selected a three-piece militia suit for his Iron Guard, each with a standard spear, a standard waist knife, and a standard leather armor.

  These leather armors are all the size of the Imperials. The highlanders wear tight clothes, which are even a bit ridiculous, but they are still much stronger than the previous naked state.

  On the battlefield, armored and unarmored are simply two different creatures. Even the rough-skinned and thick-skinned highlanders are beaten by the armored imperial army without any temper.

   Now comes the bargaining session. Because Robin saw the red turban as a second-hand product, he didn’t dare to ask for too high a price. The price was “sixty gold!”

   This price can be said to be relatively favorable, and Janna usually asks at least twice the price. Although these are second-hand weapons and armor, they are still usable, and the standard weapons of the army are generally of good quality.

   But Robin, following the glorious tradition of haggling for half the price, opened his mouth and said, "Thirty gold."

  (end of this chapter)