Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 11

  Chapter 11 Equipment

   Carter's death did not cause much waves.

  Todd did as Samwell suggested, claiming that Carter was murdered by passing bandits.

  Hearing the news, the soldiers of the Tyrell family clamored to avenge Carter. In desperation, Todd took some people to sweep around.

   As a result, they really caught a few bandits wandering around.

  Under the excitement of the crowd, these bandits took the blame for Samwell so confusedly, and all of them had their heads cut off to pay homage to Carter.

   Well, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.

  Samwell continued to start military training for recruits.

  The pioneering team also resumed the slow speed before.

   At noon that day, Samwell had finished his training and was sitting by the campfire roasting a deer leg when he saw a person and a rider appearing on the road in the distance.

  When the man saw the pioneering team, he turned his horse around and drove towards this side.

   Gavin immediately led several people to meet him.

   After cross-examination, it was found out that this person turned out to be the messenger of High Court, and this time he brought Margaret's reply letter and a large bag of golden dragons to Samwell.

  Samwell was overjoyed, and ordered Gavin to entertain the messenger well, while he opened Margery's reply letter.

   The special ink on the parchment exudes a faint fragrance, but the contents inside are not very polite.

  Margaery sternly expressed her dissatisfaction with Samwell's extravagance, and asked him to speed up the march immediately.

  Samwell directly ignored such a request.

  Of course, when he got the bag of golden dragon coins, he still sincerely thanked the daughter of the duke who was far away in High Court.

   Then, he began to think about what reason he should change the next time he asked the other party for money...

   At this moment, there was movement again on the road near the camp.

   Moreover, there was quite a commotion this time, a team of hundreds of people and dozens of carriages came.

   Gavin took a few more people to check, and then returned to report:

   "My lord, it's a caravan from Old Town, and it's going to Highland City."

  Samwell nodded, he had already seen the caravan's flag at this time—

  A stepped white tower with a beacon burning at the top on a soot background.

   This is the coat of arms of House Hightower, Lord of Oldtown.

  Samwell originally didn't intend to take care of this caravan, but then he remembered something, changed his mind, and said to Gavin:

   "Show me my identity, please come over to the steward of the caravan."

   "Yes, sir."

   Not long after, I saw a short middle-aged man trotting over behind Gavin.

   "Dear Sir Caesar, I am Jess, the caravan steward of the Hightower family, the lord of Old Town, please allow me to extend my greetings to you on behalf of Earl Layton."

   "Mr. Jess, what are you shipping?"

   "It is a batch of weapons and equipment shipped to Highland City for sale."

   "Weaponry? Can I see it?"

"sure."

  Jess brought Samwell to the caravan, showing him various weapons and equipment:

  Long sword, steel knife, bow and arrow, spear, armor...

  When he saw a cart of leather armor, Samwell's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but pick up one and look at it carefully.

   Seeing this, Jess explained with a smile:

   "My lord, this is leather armor made of gray lizard skin. It is durable and comfortable to wear. Would you like to try it?"

  Samwell didn't wear it himself, so he called Gavin and asked him to try it on.

  Jess saw Samwell's intention, and quickly started selling:

   "My lord, if you are satisfied with this, I can immediately send someone back to Old Town and let the cobblers rush to make a batch of leather armor for you. The price is absolutely fair!"

  Samwell rubbed his chin noncommittal, and asked again:

   "Any other armors?"

   "Yes, there are a few more pairs of chain armor, would you like to see them?"

   "Where's the plate armor?"

Jess smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm sorry, my lord, the manufacturing cycle of plate armor is long and the cost is high. The blacksmith shop in our old town is also one of the best in the river bend, but it can make at most three or four pairs of plate armor every year, and They were all pre-booked by the major families before they were finished."

  Samwell was not surprised when he heard the words.

  Plate armor, as the armor with the highest level of protection in the cold weapon era, is extremely difficult and expensive to manufacture. A pair of well-made plate armor can be passed down from generation to generation by many small nobles as heirlooms.

  Even if Jess had one in his caravan, he doubted that he might be able to afford it.

As the eldest son who had been abandoned a long time ago, Earl Randall would naturally not prepare armor for Samwell. When he left Highgarden before, he considered that conscription would cost a lot of money, and he would lose a lot of weight if he lost weight, so he didn't buy armor. Tool.

  This time, Samwell just got a large sum of money from "High Court Rose", and Samwell couldn't help but want to upgrade the equipment for himself and the recruits.

   You must know that the presence or absence of armor has a great impact on combat effectiveness.

   "Then show me your chain mail."

   "Okay, this way please." Jess brought Samwell to another carriage, and took out a piece of chain armor from it, "This one is more suitable in size, do you want to try it?"

"OK."

   Jess helped Samwell put on the chain armor with a smile, and introduced:

"My lord, it took the best blacksmith in Old Town three months to connect it with thousands of iron rings, and it weighs about thirty-five pounds. It can effectively protect against attacks from swords, guns and spears. Do you like it? "

  Samwell was wearing chain armor, moved his hands and feet a bit, and felt that it was not bad, so he asked:

   "If I want this chain armor, plus one hundred and eight sets of the leather armor just now, how much will it cost?"

   Jess's eyes lit up, showing the joy of meeting a big client, and he said quickly:

   "My lord, we need seven hundred and thirty-five gold dragons together. If you are sure, I will send someone back to Old Town..."

  Samwell raised his hand and interrupted the other party: "The price is okay, but I want the stock, immediately."

   "This..." Jess looked embarrassed, "But my lord, these are all booked by the Mullendall family."

  Samwell shrugged and said: "I understand your difficulties, but our team is going to explore the Crimson Mountains and urgently needs this batch of equipment, so if I can't get it as soon as possible, I would rather buy it elsewhere."

  Jess hesitated for a while, but thought that the Mullendall family in Highland City was a vassal of his own lord. As for his own people, the delivery time is completely negotiable, so he gritted his teeth and said:

   "Okay! My lord, I will give you this batch first. As for the Mullendall family, I will send someone back to let them make another batch."

   "That's right!" Samwell smiled happily, and took out the unheated golden dragon he just received, plus some funds from the cheap daddy, and handed over the full amount to Jess.

  Afterwards, he asked Gavin to bring someone to pick up the leather armor, and distributed it to the recruits to wear.

   Gavin was very excited while holding the leather armor, but he couldn't help but said with a painful face:

   "Sir, you are so kind to us! But... I'm worried about spending money like this..."

   "There is nothing to worry about." Samwell waved his hand carelessly, "Didn't I tell you, master, I am not short of money."

  (end of this chapter)

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