My Sister is Arturia

Lancelot, who still carried his rusty sword and looked proud, said as if he was not wearing sackcloth but a sturdy golden armor.

"Not for Lancelot..."

As Merlin spoke, he secretly glanced at Arthur who was studying the map with Gavin.

"Cut, mere Arthur..."

Lancelot snorted and stepped aside.

"Ah! It's going to be a cowhide kite!"

Karahan opened his arms and made a movement like a kite fluttering in the wind.

"Can something like a cowhide kite fly? Let's make a leather armor for Arthur." As she spoke, Arturia had begun to put her hands in the apron hanging in front of her. She usually stuffed money into it. there.

"Well, since Arturia said that, there's really no other way. It's just to satisfy my sister's wish to protect my brother!" Merlin blushed a little for some reason, but he returned to the original state and put his hand on the hanger. In the group in front of her, she usually stuffs the money there too.

In fact, even if they act together with a famous knight like Gavin, some of the iconic habits of village girls that Arturia and Merlin have cultivated since childhood will not change, such as fighting more than fighting. Will think about what to eat at night, more than good weapons will think about whether the clothes need to be washed.

"That... one, two, three, I have three copper coins here."

"I have two here."

Merlin put his two copper coins in Artoria's hand.

"Uncle, if you buy enough rawhide to make all the upper body leather armor, how much will it cost?"

Arturia held the copper coin and looked at the uncle who was selling leather.

"Huh? Where do you think I am here, you want to buy raw hides for five copper coins? Don't be happy! Five gold coins are about the same! Don't disturb my business."

The boss waved his hand, trying to drive away Arturia and Merlin.

"Five, five gold coins!"

Apparently not expecting the high price of raw hides, both Arturia and Merlin were taken aback.

"Here, here are five gold coins."

"kindness?"

The owner of the leather shop was stunned and saw the person in front of him was a girl dressed as a knight in armor—Bedivere.

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Chapter 24 The Earl of Prestor of Wessex (seeking monthly ticket)

"No, these are the Knights of Bedivere's money, and we cannot accept them."

Arturia shook her head and wanted to refuse, but Bedivere had already put the gold coin in the boss's hand.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, this money is also the reward for defending the city before, it should be shared with everyone, and Arthur's arrows are really good, as a combatant, a leather armor is necessary for self-defense, not to mention, as a plus The squire of the knight of the text should have leather armor."

Bedivere explained with a smile.

Now that the money has been paid, naturally there is no reason to ask for the money back from the boss. The boss collects the money extremely quickly. Just kidding, can such a generous guest meet a second one in this life?

Merlin found raw hides from the boss's hands and pinched them. Although he had never touched a good raw hide, let alone made clothes with raw hides, the moment he touched the raw hides, he felt a smooth and textured touch that made him acquainted and resilient. The elasticity of Merlin's brain, the cerebral cortex of the section responsible for tailoring the leather, instantly became excited.

Really good skin!

"Well? Did you buy anything good?"

After repeatedly confirming with Gavin, Arthur walked to Artoria's side, looked at Merlin holding a large handful of hides and grinned slyly, and asked strangely.

"Ah! It's nothing!" Merlin bundled up the hide and looked at Arthur: "By the way, which way are we going now?"

"Do some supplies here, after a night's rest, leave early tomorrow morning, if the direction is there, there."

Arthur pointed in one direction, and that was Camelot's direction.

"Well, is there only one night... a little too rushed..." Merlin lowered his head and pondered.

"It's really good, you two."

Bedivere looked at Merlin and Arthur, nodded with a comfortable smile.

"It's not so much better, it's too familiar, right?" Arthur folded his arms and grew up with Merlin since childhood. Of course, the two of them were quite familiar.

"In this case, there are a lot of things to prepare, especially food..." Artoria said quite seriously, and then she started to search for cheap and edible things in the market, which are actually suitable for eating during travel. There are only dry foods such as bread and jerky that can be stored for a long time.

"Don't worry about this, the local nobles will provide us with the necessary supplies for our trip."

Gavin also came over. She was rolling up the map and putting it away. A comprehensive and accurate map was a very valuable item in this era, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure.

"I remember that the noble here should be the Earl of Prestor of the Kingdom of Wessex."

Knight Gavin pointed to a distant place, where a huge castle could vaguely be seen.

"Earl of Prestor... well, is he a famous historical figure?" Arthur frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't find any useful information. It was probably an earl who was related to King Arthur in British history, right?perhaps.

"However, in a small town like this, there is a mercenary regiment of 200 people, which is indeed very rare."

Under normal circumstances, lords will not hire mercenary groups to come to their territory. Only when wars or rebellions occur, some rich lords will hire mercenary groups to serve themselves. A border town that borders Orkney County, but the relationship between Orkney County and Wessex has always been good, and there will be no war no matter what.

"It's Dragon Slayer."

Lancelot came back with her rusty sword in her arms: