Dalton understood: "The limited quantity...means that many adventurers have to go back to the shops in the bay. The caravan's goods have actually raised the market price." When the caravan leaves, the armor weapons in Knight's Bay will slowly fall back. to regular price. Fortunately, the Oath Keepers Alliance fleet only comes once a year, otherwise the lord would have to worry about prices again.
"That's it." Ingrid pushed up her glasses with the cigarette rod and blew out a puff of smoke. Amidst the mist, the beauty brought to her by her bloodline is fascinating. "The market for weapons and armor is only part of it... The variety of goods brought by the Oath Keepers Alliance and the Pulin people is as diverse as eels in the sea. Knight's Bay is indeed prosperous, but it is still far behind the Mysterious Fulcrum. I I have been to the trading cities of the Human Empire, and the grandeur there is far from comparable to Eastman's."
"I haven't been to many places." Since coming to Eastman, he has chosen to become the bodyguard of Viscount DeWitt Hearn. Dalton only missed the dream he had back then when he was sleepless at night, and he always regretted it.
"So you can only be slaughtered in the shop in Knight's Bay. In my opinion, if you go out and mount your horse now and go to the blacksmith or leather shop to order, you might be able to get some leftover goods."
The captain of the guard said: "What do you have in mind, Miss Ingrid?"
This night elf-human hybrid bent one lip, and the focus of his smile shifted accordingly. The captain of the guard noticed that she liked to do this when smoking her pipe. "I have lived in Knight's Bay for many years, and this shop has been running for a long time... Do you want good armor or a cursed sword? I have similar connections. To be honest, all my old friends combined, even It can provide ordnance for the entire Chaosheng Fort garrison.”
"Then the Commander-in-Chief of the Gulf Fleet should let you be his supplier."
"You mean Sir Laurent Viguet? He is the commander-in-chief of the fleet, not the commander of the cavalry. Swords and cavalry are still within our capabilities, but shipbuilding? Cables and sails. Maybe I can help. The shipyard is in Ana It is in the hands of the De family. Unfortunately...the blood flowing in my body does not allow me to have a good relationship with these guys."
Dalton understands very well. "No wonder you are the only night elf in Knight's Bay." He wanted to praise her beauty and intelligence, but realized that he lacked the relevant vocabulary. "It's really... difficult for you."
Ingrid choked on her cigarette while laughing. "The same goes for you, my knight."
For the love of the gods, Dalton thought to himself, could we talk about something else? Some topics that don’t embarrass yourself so much? "Are you selling me your equipment and weapons?" He didn't even know what he was talking about.
"Your cursed sword is very beautiful. There is no need to replace it yet. I can also tell you which craftsman has the best maintenance skills, but I don't think you are willing to hear it." Ingrid pushed back the glasses that had been shaken off, "Take care of them." You've done a great job with your own wallet," she teased.
"No," said Dalton, "I think it needs some maintenance. Where is the craftsman you mentioned?"
"In front of you. The cursed sword is not a common weapon, so the best person is me." Ingrid laughed. She dug out sword oil, a whetstone, and clean, silky cloth from under her desk. The flame lit up in the lampshade. "Come on, I guarantee you will find it worth your money. After all, there is no master craftsman in Knight's Bay who understands the night elves' usual weapons!"
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Dalton remained at Beacontown until nine o'clock.
"The city gate is about to close, my Lord Knight." Ingrid urged, "Come back tomorrow and I will return your cursed sword to you. Do you need someone to guard it? Do you have any attendants with you?"
"No." He hesitated a little, "I can leave the city gate." Dalton told her that he was the captain of the lord's guard. The gate of Chaosheng Castle will be opened for him.
"The lord's knight-captain. A night elf?"
"A night elf."
"As I said, anyone who can become a Knight Bay Lord is very——" She paused deliberately, "It is not easy. Don't get me wrong, I am praising him."
"I know all about that."
The journey back to Chaoshengbao took twice as long as before. Dalton thinks it was more than just running into a group of robbers. The cursed sword was not in hand, so he only broke a few bones of those bastards. After the patrol knights arrived, the leader was very grateful that he did not cause more trouble to him. He recognizes me, Dalton thought. The new lord of Knight's Cove has a night elf guard, and everyone in Beacon Town knows this. Then again, do they really know what night elves look like?
Anyway, now they see it. The servant scurried away as the captain of the guard passed through the castle gardens, pretending not to see him. The two guards greeted him with well-managed expressions. I'm not a serious person, but no one else thinks that way except DeWitt.
The incense in the study is about to burn out. "Where have you been?" complained the lord. "Come back so late. I am almost bored to death with Giles."
Logistics manager again. "Wasn't he ordered to receive Lady Dorothea?"
"The 'Witch of Destiny' has long since rested. The maid said she didn't eat anything, and her behavior was polite, but her words seemed to be just to embarrass people. I think she should just change her name to the 'Acerbic Witch' Yes. Is she biased against me, or are all the envoys of the Mysterious Fulcrum like this?"
Dalton remembered certain stories. "This is indeed related. It is said that Ms. Dorothea's father was the previous commander of the tower and died in a war involving the Eastman."
"Does Chloe use people like this as her messenger?"
"Lady Dorothea is something of an astrologer."
"There is no need for you to remind me, Dalton. The real messenger is more difficult to deal with than her... Of course I know this, and I am glad that it is not him." DeWitt muttered, "Even our Majesty the Queen and Sir Norman There's nothing we can do... There's only Tracy. There's only Tracy Duke Wiggins." There was something strange in his tone, maybe disgust. Dalton secretly thought that was some sort of admiration. “Is there any news about Giles’ source of goods?”
"Not yet."
The lord waved his hand tiredly, "I actually expected you to bring me good news. Okay, you have been busy all afternoon, so you don't need to take a shift here."
Turning around and leaving was the best option, but Dalton didn't do that. "I'm not tired. I spent the whole afternoon in a countryman's grocery store. She maintained my weapons."
"A girl?"
"It's not a girl anymore, she's bigger." the guard captain replied.
"It matches you right." DeWitt relaxed his smile and asked enthusiastically: "Is she a local? What does she look like? Oh, elves don't have to worry about this. How was your chat? Do you understand her?"
"Miss Ingrid is very cheerful." Dalton said with a straight face, "We get along very well. You act like a gossipy old woman, my lord."
"Ever since you refused to go to the brothel with me, I began to worry about your happiness in life. That girl's name is Ingrid. She is also a night elf. This is really rare."
He had to tell DeWitt the truth even if it was hard to speak. "She's a half-elf."
Sure enough, most of the bay lord's curious look faded. "Well, half-elf... do you like her, Dalton?"
"I don't think it affects my feelings about Miss Ingrid." Although most of my people would think otherwise. "She said I was being outspoken, but she didn't tell me to shut up."
"Yes. That's right. I often teach you to shut up. But I don't think it's my fault. I hope this lady really thinks so. Well, since you are willing to stay here, go and change the candle to a new one. Yes. No one has suggested rewiring the electric light wiring? This thing is dark and gaudy, and it could fall down and hit me on the head at any time."
Dalton pulled out a brand new white candle and lit it with a match. The other side of the matchbox sandpaper is printed with abstract shellfish and algae to represent the flames blessed by the morning light. The candlelight brightened the room, and the shadows of his fingers penetrated the bookshelf and the lord on the armchair, and twisted in the landscape painting around the corner. Dalton thought of Ingrid wiping the sword's blade under the light, polishing the poison-filled amethyst. Amethyst, a moving mysterious gemstone, I should use it to describe her beauty.
Soon, someone knocked on the door. "The conflict between the mysterious ones, Lord Dalton." The attendant said with fear on his face, "The Security Bureau cannot solve it, so the captain of the guard asked me to come to you."
"Go and do your work," the lord ordered.
So Dalton descended the spiral staircase and hurried down the path to the stables. When passing by the armory, he picked up a steel rock rapier. There are only two magic words representing slowness and burning engraved on it, which is far worse than the original guy. However, after the captain of the guard mounted the horse and waved it around, he found that it actually felt good.
The night-shrouded port town sleeps amidst the waves of the Singing Sea, and the shadows of masts and shipboards are caught by the steps and ropes of the pier. Orange-red flames continued to pour out from the city walls. The conflict that Dalton wasn't worried about resolving on his own had turned into a small riot by the time they arrived. The two parties were fighting together, and the aura of magic couldn't help but clash.
"Which mercenary group is so arrogant?" the guard captain asked. He had never seen a team of adventurers who dared to fight the patrol knights head-on.
"They are caravans from out of town, sir."
If the trade route is too long, the mercenaries will not be willing to accept the escort mission. Most caravan leaders will train their own guards, guards of mysterious creatures. Dalton only recently learned this. "It's not a team from the Oath Keepers Alliance, is it?"
"I don't know, Lord Dalton," the messenger replied.
Someone will know better. Dalton turned his horse's head and looked for the patrol leader who was roaring at his subordinates. He regretted telling the criminal his identity after delivering him. At that time, he was a little carried away. Sure enough, within an hour this new friend was causing him trouble.
"It's them." said the team leader who had met them once. He pulled back his visor, and the guilty look on his face seemed genuine. "There are several high-level mystics among them. I can only ask the lord for support."
