Next to the stables of the Tyniec military camp, Art stirred the wheat paste in the copper pot with a wooden spoon and asked Ron, who was sitting on a broken wooden stool and drinking porridge: "Ron, how is your leg? Can you walk?" "Sir, it still hurts a little, but it is much better. What kind of grass did you apply to me? My wound healed very quickly." Ron was very curious about Art's treatment method of applying mashed weeds to the wound.
"Ron, if you don't want to be tied to a cross and burned to death by the Church Inquisition, you'd better not ask any more questions." Art has always been very cautious about using this "heathen" healing technique. After living in this world for three years, he is aware of the way the church gang treats so-called "heretics". He is afraid of being discovered and sued by the church, which will cause him unexplained trouble.
Art stepped forward and opened the linen wrapped around Ron's leg, looked at the healing of the wound, and said: "Ron, since your leg injury is almost healed, we will have to go back to the valley in a day or two."
"Sir, Bas and Kazak should have arrived in Tyniec by now, why haven't they caught up yet?" Ron was a little worried that the two guys took the money and ran away.
亚特更担心两人路上出了事，「再等等吧，办完最后一件大事我们就回山谷。」
「好的老爷，我们已经出来一个月了，我I'm starting to miss my parents and Camille. I don't know how they are doing now. "
"Don't worry, no one can threaten them hiding in the deserted valley, and there is enough food in the wooden house." Art comforted.
While the two were talking, Odo walked out of the warehouse next to the lord's hall, came to the two Ates, and said: "Sir, the grain store in the north of the city was robbed last night and stole hundreds of pounds of wheat. Fortunately, we didn't store it in that grain store. Now I have pulled the grain cart and all the items into the official warehouse, but the steward of the official warehouse is so shady that he actually wants to charge us two pfennigs for care."
In the past few days, the three of them stayed at the stables of the military camp in Tyniec. Odo slept on the grain truck with his tomahawk in his arms at night, for fear that the grain would be stolen.
"Two pfennig, just two pfennig, is better than having the grain stolen. Otto, after dinner, go to the free market in the south of the city and buy a big clay pot for making porridge. Is the money enough? If not, I will give you some more." Art ordered Odo.
"That's enough. My lord, you still have more than ten pfennigs left with the money you gave me yesterday to buy farm tools." Odo said, walking to the copper pot where the wheat paste was cooked, picking up the wooden bowl and scooping out a big spoonful.
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In the small room next to the weapons depot, a fat and big-headed weapons depot manager looked over and over several times the small piece of parchment with the seal of Viscount Pierre handed over by Art.
"Master Steward, is there anything wrong with this weapons allocation list?" Art asked softly.
The steward raised his head and glanced at Art, with a scornful smile: "There is no problem with the weapons allocation list, but recently Mr. Pierre has been recruiting young and strong refugees to serve as city defenders. I am afraid that there are not enough weapons in the library~" He glanced at the money bag on Art's waist.
If you don’t understand this, you are an idiot.
At turned his back, took off the money bag from his waist, took out three penny coins, took out two more coins, turned around and handed it to the steward.
The steward stood up and weighed a few fine copper pfennig in his hand. He suddenly became happy and his face suddenly changed into a smile: "You must be the patrol officer who just took office, right? Sir Pierre has ordered the weapons depot to prepare a batch of weapons for you. This morning, the Sheriff wanted to replace the weapons prepared for you. I persuaded you to stay."
At secretly cursed the Sheriff and followed the steward to the weapons warehouse.
The weapons depot is the core of the Tyniec military camp. The depot is a house built with stone walls and a locked iron door. There is a spear-wielding soldier standing guard at the door.
The warehouse does seem a little empty. There are some long and short iron spearheads, notched swords, short-handled hand axes, semi-circular iron helmets, leather armor, long hook knives, maces and other weapons and armor scattered on the weapon racks. The most eye-catching ones are a few crossbows on the wall and bundles of arrows neatly stacked in the corners.
The steward led the two men to a corner, pointed to a bundle of iron-tipped short spears and several broad swords and battle axes in the corner, and said, "Sir Inspector, these are the weapons assigned to you by Mr. Pierre. Please take a look."
At nodded to Ron, Ron stepped forward and counted them carefully. There were indeed eight short spears, a broad sword, two battle axes, and a heavy hammer.
As he was leaving with his weapon in hand, Art accidentally saw the large iron spearheads scattered in a broken wooden box beside him. Art handed the short spear in his arms to Ron, walked to the broken wooden box, picked up a spearhead and looked at it. These iron spearheads were replaced by the spear tips that were somewhat worn or the spear shafts were broken. They were discarded old weapons that needed to be remade or forged.
At picked up the tip of a spear and wiped the sharp blade with his thumb. His heart brightened. He stood up and pointed at the broken wooden box and said to the arsenal steward: "Master Steward, are these used weapons that have been replaced and need to be refurbished?"
The steward nodded, "Yeah, that's right."
Matt was overjoyed. He took off the money bag from his waist and looked at the steward with a smile, and said, "Now, these used spearheads have been sent to the blacksmith's furnace in the military camp, haven't they?" He took out a large handful of pfennig...
In the end, Art spent fifty pfennig and picked ten at the price of scrap iron, but he could still continue to use them. Using iron spearheads, the arsenal steward recommended several sets of shabby winter clothes and armor to Art, and of course Art bought them one by one...
When Art returned to the stable of the military camp with a large bundle of weapons and uniforms on their shoulders, Odo was carrying a wooden spoon to add wheat paste to the wooden bowls of the two people sitting in front of the copper pot.
Yes, they are Bas and Kazak who have not come to Tyniec for a long time to meet up.
Seeing Art coming, the two of them quickly put down their wooden bowls, stood up and took off their rag felt hats, bowed to Art and said, "Sir, we are late, and we are willing to accept the punishment."
At put down his weapons and motioned for the two of them to sit down, and asked, "Why are we so late? What happened on the road?"
Kazak touched his hair and said with some embarrassment: "Sir, we met a few bandits on the way here. In order to avoid those guys, we took a detour from the main road. As a result, we took the wrong road. We went around a long way in the west before we found the way to Tinets."
"Then how did you find this place?" Ron asked from the side.
"I asked the guard guarding the city, and he said that the newly arrived patrol officer lived next to the stables of the military camp in the city. So we searched all the way over." Bass replied.
"Well, you are here at the right time. We will leave Tyniec in a day or two."
At saw Bass and Kazak holding two large bowls of wheat paste in their hands, and asked: "You Are you full? "
Bas looked at the wooden bowl and said sheepishly: "We just put it in, and we haven't had time to eat yet."
"Okay, don't eat, we are all together today. Come on, I'll take you to the tavern in the city for a good meal."
Art said and ordered to Odo: "Odo, you take Kazak to deliver these weapons and supplies to the official warehouse, and then come to Free Buffalo to find us."
"Ron Bass, let's go to the tavern first."
After that, he took Ron and Bas out of the military camp and walked towards the largest tavern in the city...
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It was still early, and there were no guests dining in the tavern yet.
Yate, who was wearing leather armor and a long sword, followed by several followers, attracted the attention of the owner of the tavern. When the shopkeeper saw the distinguished guest coming, he hurried forward to greet him.
The shopkeeper was surprised when he saw Art's face clearly, and asked with a smile: "Isn't this a hunter brother? Are you here to sell fur mountain products in the city again?"
The shopkeeper looked at Art's clothes and the few strong men behind him, and realized that the man in front of him was no longer the taciturn hunter before.
"Man, what are you doing?" The shopkeeper looked Art up and down.
Ron stepped forward and said to the shopkeeper arrogantly: "My master is no longer a hunter, he is now the southern border patrol officer appointed by the palace!"
The shop owner looked incredulously, looked at it for a long time, and said: "It turns out that the notice posted outside the city is talking about you! You are Art Wood Wells, the new boss Are you serving as the security patrol officer of the southern border of Tyniec County? "
Art replied with a smile: "Yes, I am the guy on the notice."
"Oh, my God, welcome the patrol officer." The shopkeeper bowed and saluted Art, moved out of the way and invited Art and his group to enter the tavern...
Everyone sat down, and the shopkeeper brought several large glasses of beer to the table on a tray. He said with a smile: "Sir Inspector, these are the glasses I'm treating you to. Congratulations on your promotion to patrol officer. If you need me in the future, just tell me."
The shopkeeper is Shang Duo. In the year of 2016, he was welcomed into the city and was proficient in the art of flattery. Now the unknown little hunter in the past has transformed into a patrol officer appointed by the palace. Although he does not have jurisdiction over the affairs in the city of Tyniec, his attitude still needs to change. Moreover, in these troubled times, those with swords in their hands are naturally superior to others. Fortunately, although I had no friendship with this hunter in the past, I had never offended him.
Matt is not surprised at all by the change in the shopkeeper's attitude, which is why Art wants to seek an identity.
"Thank you very much, prepare some rich food for us, and I will pay you according to the price."
“Okay, please wait a moment.” The owner turned around and walked into the kitchen to prepare food for Ater and the others.
The Odo people suddenly felt their faces light up and their spirits were high.
Matt coughed lightly and said: "Everyone, I officially took up my post as a patrol officer two days ago. Now that everyone is here, I will arrange the next things. The most important thing is to recruit refugees. Viscount Pierre has promised to allocate a piece of land as our base and allows me to recruit refugees to open up wasteland and farm. I plan to hold this flag..."